Shao Feilin has been staring at Yang Mo, and he hasn't let go of any of Yang Mo's micro-expressions.

At this moment, he was even more disdainful in his heart, the girl took the initiative to speak, and he was still looking left and right, his eyes wandering, looking for other beauties.

wasted this face in vain, destined to be a very unbearable person.

The girls didn't notice this, and when they heard Yang Mo say this, they all came to ask with interest.

Yang Mo just responded a few words and said some of his own opinions, he really didn't know much about symphony, and he didn't specialize in it.

"Actually, symphony, and all music, is a feeling, an emotion, a sound that can shake the heart. A good symphony can give people a sense of immersion and experience a different life.

For example, Master Pei's most famous symphony of fate, after listening to it, you will feel a different life, and the impermanence of fate in life.

After listening to it, many people will have different feelings, or tears, or joy.

Symphony, more than pop songs, can shake people's hearts, go into the inner world, and explore life and the mystery of life.

Of course, he can also make you feel the taste of life in all its ways. Music comes from life, and it is also higher than life. ”

Shao Feilin really couldn't control his talk, and several girls nodded in agreement, thinking that what Shao Feilin said was right.

At this moment, the corner door opened, and the members of the band walked in, and a young man in his thirties walked in with the stars holding the moon.

The crowd cheered, and many girls took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

This person is the protagonist of tonight, Master Changfeng!

Changfeng's pace is steady, and his face has the melancholy unique to literary youth. It has fascinated countless girls. It is common of human beings to worship the good and degrade the more lowly.

I saw Changfeng walk to the center of the stage, bow slightly to everyone, and then walk to the piano and sit down.

Everyone else took their seats, and they didn't look at the audience under the stage.

"Quiet, listening to the symphony must be absolutely quiet. Moreover, it is necessary to empty the mind in order to be able to feel the true meaning of the music. ”

Shao Feilin taught everyone like an elder.

Without much of an opening statement, the music began to play, and various notes danced one after another, surrounding the entire hall and surrounding everyone's ears.

Yang Mo closed his eyes and followed the music, tapping his fingers lightly.

This is the fate of Master Pei, and it is also the famous work of Master Silence. Back then, the silent master was a blockbuster.

Compared with Master Bei, Master Wuyin's rhythm is faster, there is a momentum of thousands of horses galloping, and Yang Mo's mind is full of blood and tears on the battlefield.

Suddenly, the image in my mind stopped, and so did my fingers.

Yang Mo opened his eyes, glanced at Changfeng, and continued to close his eyes. It wasn't until a few dozen minutes later that the last note stopped beating and everything was quiet again.

"Yang Mo, what do you think? There are some images in your mind, are they what happened before, or are they your visions for the future?"

Shao Fei looked at Yang Mo provocatively. Liu Ziying and the others also stared over, waiting for Yang Mo's answer.

"A little picture, not a lot. Yang Mo smiled faintly, picked up the coffee on the side, and took a sip.

Hearing this, Shao Feilin almost laughed, sure enough, he was a person who didn't understand music, and he couldn't even get into the artistic conception, which was simply an insult to music.

"Yang Mo, we are all caught in the artistic conception of Master Changfeng and can't extricate ourselves. You can feel the storm, the vigor of life, and the blood is boiling until now, why can't you feel anything?" asked a boy.

"I felt the same way, like I was in another world. A few girls nodded in agreement.

They are all newcomers who have never been exposed to symphony, but they can feel it. And Yang Mo can't perceive it, and it is very appropriate to describe it with a common saying, that is, there are no musical cells.

Liu Ziying looked at Yang Mo and was very disappointed, the man in her eyes was perfect, it shouldn't be like this.

But she still stood up to speak for Yang Mo: "It's understandable that Brother Yang Mo can't empty his mind when he comes here for the first time. I wonder if Master Changfeng is going to continue, should we go around somewhere else?"

Seeing Liu Ziying helping Yang Mo speak, Shao Feilin became even more angry. He said with a smile: "That's not necessarily, if the listener thinks that the person playing is not playing well, and can't fully open his heart, it is also reasonable." Is that true Mr. Yang Mo?"

Yang Mo nodded and responded: "Although I don't understand symphony, there are indeed some small flaws in the performance just now. ”

What the?

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the people nearby fell on Yang Mo's body. They had just enjoyed a piece of beautiful music and came out of the mood when they heard something like this, how could they not be annoyed?

Shao Feilin almost laughed, scolding the stupid fork in his heart, he was obviously digging a pit for Yang Mo to jump, but this stupid fork really jumped in.

Such a person can still become an elite, can it be said that the outstanding people in Jiangbei are dead?

"Yang Mo, we don't think there is a flaw, why don't you point out the problem and let us be taught. A few girls didn't know what Shao Feilin thought, so they humbly asked.

"Yes, since you said that Master Changfeng's performance is flawed, you can tell me where there are flaws. ”

All around, some people followed along, looking unrelenting.

Looking at this scene, Shao Feilin was about to go crazy with laughter, stupid fork, sure enough, it was a stupid fork. This time it depends on how you end, I'm afraid that if you don't wait a while, you will be driven out.

"Master Changfeng plays very well, and there is no problem with the rhythm syllables, but one of them lacks some of the grandeur of the battlefield. Yang Mo said.

Hearing this, Master Changfeng, who was about to walk off the stage, stopped, stared at Yang Mo with his eyebrows twisted, and stared at Yang Mo unkindly.

"Joke, who doesn't know, Master Changfeng's music is as its name suggests, his music is full of blood and the surging of war in the field, you actually say that Master Changfeng lacks the momentum of the battlefield. ”

"Have you ever been on the battlefield? Have you ever seen a real battle? Can you comment on Master Changfeng here? Look at your lips and white teeth, like a little girl, I'm afraid you don't even have the most basic masculinity of a man, right?"

"You don't know anything about music at all, I'm afraid you didn't come here to smash the scene, right? I strongly demand that you apologize to Master Changfeng, otherwise, you don't want to walk out of here. ”

The crowd was furious and surrounded Yang Mo. A few fans of Master Changfeng are even more unsuccessful and vowing not to give up.