Qin Chuan listened dumbfounded.

Since he was a child, he has listened to countless people blow this song "Qin Chuan Love".

There are their own flute teachers, their own classmates, performance masters, Internet masters, and even passers-by.

But he has never heard anyone blow this "Qin Chuan Love" like this.

The indomitable and murderous "Qin Chuan Love", is it still Qin Chuan Love?

How is this emotional handling completely different from what he knew before?

A tune, everyone has their own different emotional understanding, but ......

Such a big difference really shocked Qin Chuan.

In Gu Xiaobai's mouth, after the first paragraph that became particularly excited, Gu Xiaobai's flute sound fell down.

The battle was over, and the general rode back alone, the cloak behind him hung low, the spear in his hand hung down, and the blood fell to the ground one by one, forming a blood line behind him.

The general raised his head, and the ground was covered with corpses, and the ground was stained with blood.

The general's eyes were sad and his heart was lonely.

Is the general sympathetic to the thousands of deceased, or is he feeling lonely because no one in the world is his enemy?

Gu Xiaobai's emotional handling of this flute is far less delicate than Qin Chuan's, after all, Qin Chuan has been immersed in this flute for ten years.

Gu Xiaobai, who is 16 years old and is competing for a hundred sons on campus, and Qin Chuan, who is 22 years old and is mired in life, have completely different experiences.

But he obviously has his own understanding of the flute, and this understanding is unique and complete.

The awe-inspiring flute sound just now had made the entire cafeteria so quiet that it could be heard dropping.

Professor Chen, who was sitting in the corner, subconsciously touched his neck, a neck of white hairy sweat.

And Lao Hong, who was beside him, grabbed the dining table in front of him tightly with both hands, almost breaking the dining table.

His teeth were clenched, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he was on the battlefield, in the midst of a life-and-death battle.

The sound of the flute is like crying and complaining, and it is full of breath.

The general jumped off his horse and slowly walked through the battlefield.

Recognize the familiar figure in the pool of blood.

This is David, my own soldier, who has been faithfully by my side, but does not want to die here.

Jiang Wei was maintaining order by Gu Xiaobai's side, when suddenly Ling Ling shuddered.

Why is it so cold all of a sudden?

This is a little man who joined the army at the same time, he always doesn't choose what to say, but he is kind and innocent, but he didn't expect to be stabbed in the throat.

Wang Haixia suddenly felt a chill in his neck, and couldn't help coughing twice.

The sound of the flute is like a cuckoo crying blood.

"I'm sorry...... I'm late......"

The white horse and silver spear, the little white general with a jade armor and blood crown, raised his head and tears rolled down.

The green mountains are vast, the wasteland is endless, where to bury the bones of the faithful?

The wind whistled in his ears, and the white horse quietly followed the general's side, snorting softly, and pressing against the general's back, as if to comfort him.

Suddenly, the general lowered his head.

"Sons, come with me!"

"If you don't break Loulan, you won't return it!"

If all the enemies in this world are leveled, then no one will dare to attack again!

Then let me spend my whole life killing all the enemies!

The general led the remnants all the way to the west.

A thousand mountains are endless,

The flag covers the sun,

Chilling Wind and Cold Jade Armor,

Heavy snow is full of bow knives.

The general sang triumphantly all the way, drove the Tartars, and beheaded the enemy, and no one could defeat him wherever he passed.

Finally, the general broke Loulan, and the left and right forwards planted the general's banner on the head of Loulan, hunting and hunting.

The general gave the order that the whole army celebrated for three days.

The soldiers beat the quiver, flicked the bowstring, beat the snare drum, sang the ballad of their hometown, and danced the dance of Qinchuan.

The corners of Gu Xiaobai's mouth also showed a smile, and the temperature in the entire canteen seemed to have suddenly warmed up.

The general saw a beautiful woman in Loulan, who had been bullied by the Hu people, and was singing and dancing in the bazaar, and the general fell in love with her at the first sight.

The general took the woman, galloped on the horse, sang with the sword, laughed loudly, the woman waved the red silk, danced the bright moon, referring to the spring and autumn, the soldiers beat the war drums, blew the horn, and cheered for the general.

The long river is long, and the desert is vast.

The general's long laugh and the woman's silver bell-like laughter echoed across the wasteland.

Since then, the general has been in charge of Loulan, and the world is safe, but the heart of the Hu people is not dead, and a cup of poisonous wine failed to poison the general, but poisoned his beloved woman.

The general was disheartened, buried his lover, entrusted all power, returned to his hometown, unloaded his armor, and returned to the field!

The sun and the moon are like shuttles, and the Qinchuan River is continuous.

A thin horse, a broken sword, a few fences and a few jugs of wine, who cares what year it is.

Suddenly, one day, the forward general wearing a cloth coat and carrying a hoe came to report: "General, the Hu people are calling again." ”

The general drank the wine in the pot and laughed a long time.

"Where are the boys?"

The blacksmith who struck iron, the farmer who ploughed, the fisherman who netted fish, the gentleman who taught, and the shopkeeper who sold liquor all responded to him.

"In!"

"Come with me!"

Choke!

Broken sword out of sheath!

Blowing out the last short sound like a broken sword, Gu Xiaobai raised the flute high with his right hand.

A bamboo flute, unpretentious, stands there as if piercing the sky.

His eyes slowly lifted and he stared into the audience.

I, General Xiaobai, want to quit the music scene, which of you dares to disagree?

There was silence.

It's so quiet under the stands, no one is noisy.

Gu Xiaobai slowly smiled, gradually withdrew from the atmosphere of the music, scratched his cheeks embarrassedly, bowed and said, "Thank you all for coming to my last performance, I'm going back to brush up on the questions." ”

Gu Xiaobai stepped down, and the crowd looked at him blankly, not knowing what he should do for a while.

Should you cheer, should you applaud, should you be angry, should you roar, should you rush up and surround Gu Xiaobai?

When they came to see Gu Xiaobai's performance, they didn't expect it to be Gu Xiaobai's "farewell performance".

And they didn't expect that this "farewell performance" would be such a "farewell performance"!

The heart-wrenching song "Qinchuan Love" actually blew out a domineering and murderous taste!

"This kid, as long as he stands on the stage, he is full of vigor and fierceness......" Seeing that Lao Hong was fascinated by what he heard, and almost overturned the dining table, Professor Chen took a deep breath and sighed in his heart.

No wonder Lao Hong, this guy, likes Gu Xiaobai's performance more than himself.

Gu Xiaobai is usually well-behaved and easy-going, like a fluffy little white rabbit, but there is a heart made of steel beating in his chest.

Only on stage will he expose this side of himself.

No wonder, he will become the most competitive candidate for the hundred sons of the campus, and become the man who wants to break through the copy of the physics department.

In this world, there really is nothing that can stop him!

When Gu Xiaobai walked to the side of the police uncle and Jiang Wei, the two of them subconsciously stood up straight, and with a big hand, they protected Gu Xiaobai.

It's like the non-existent "left and right generals".

It wasn't until Gu Xiaobai walked to the door that the pot exploded in the cafeteria.

"Ahhh......hhh Xiaobai!

(General Qin or General Xiaobai, which do you prefer?)