Wu Lotus just wanted to slander Lin Jiajia.

When she insulted Wang Yi, she was slapping Lin Jiajia in the face!

If it is rumored that Lin Jiajia's husband is sitting in the corridor listening to a concert, people will not have to laugh off their big teeth.

Lin Jiajia was not annoyed, she suddenly covered her mouth and sneered, now, she knew why Wang Yi spent a high price to buy tickets, instead of letting Wu Hehua come forward to solve the problem.

Wang Yi is really smart, and he knows how to plan for a rainy day.

If you hadn't bought these two tickets just now, you wouldn't have to be led by Wu Lotus at this time.

Wu Hehua paused, not knowing why Lin Jiajia was laughing.

When I was wondering, I saw Lin Jiajia raise the corners of her mouth and said arrogantly: "Since you invited us to come to the show, then we naturally have to say something, the red envelope is not appropriate, and it is not appropriate to give gifts, so my husband just thought about buying two tickets, so that it is called a real cheer, after all, if there are too many seats in such a high-end place, it will not sound good to spread out." ”

Lin Jiajia had a smile on her face, but her voice was cold, which should not be underestimated.

Her words made Wu Lotus embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, Lin Jiajia actually bought a ticket by herself?

The reputation is to cheer, but in fact, it is to protect her waste husband.

The point is, she said that she broke the current embarrassment.

Liu Haoran is a new star, and his achievements in piano are not so famous, although he can come to such an elegant place to give a concert, but he lacks popularity.

A concert is not a concert, and this kind of dull and depressing venue is not liked by young people.

Wu Hehua called all the people around her who could be called, but the seats were still not full.

In the face of Lin Jiajia's words, Wu Lotus was powerless to refute, so she had to squeeze out a smile and laugh bitterly.

The host took the stage to remind that the concert was about to begin.

Lin Jiajia took Wang Yi in her arms and walked to the seat elegantly, ignoring the group of female classmates who persuaded her to sit with them.

Coincidentally, these two tickets happen to be the most central position, Wu Hehua and their positions are in the front, and Lin Jiajia is in the back.

Wu Hehua's face was even more ugly, so she had to hold back her anger, and after seeing Liu Haoran appear, she hurriedly clapped her hands and shouted, like a little fan girl.

Wu Hehua's excitement made the people who came to enjoy the music a little dissatisfied.

The concert was elegant, and any noise other than applause meant respect.

Silence is the most basic respect for a concert.

Wu Hehua, as an event planner, didn't even understand these things.

It seems that pianist Liu Haoran can't edify Wu Lotus's cheesiness.

Facing Wu Hehua's enthusiasm, Liu Haoran felt that his face was hot.

Before he went on the stage, he reminded her not to get too excited, tonight's concert, he is not alone, there are also famous foreign orchestras.

After Liu Haoran saluted the audience, he began to play.

The professional ability of the troupe on the field was excellent, and soon, beautiful music sounded on the scene, and a musical feast began.

I don't know if it's because of the opening, Liu Haoran's piano is not outstanding in this music, after listening to a song, what makes Wang Yi taste the most is the guzheng.

Originally, Wang Yi didn't have any expectations for Liu Haoran's piano skills, although the piano did not make a mistake in this piece, but there was nothing outstanding about it.

During the publicity, under the banner of Liu Haoran's solo, after listening to three tunes, it seemed to be an orchestra concert.

Some of the audience who came to the piano couldn't sit still.

They are willing to spend money, mainly to enjoy the piano, and the music is played well, but the piano is not outstanding at all, so that those who have great expectations for the piano will inevitably be disappointed.

From the perspective of appreciating music itself, music is a taste, appreciation, enjoyment, and relaxation for everyone.

Everything in this world is finite, only music is infinite.

When words can't express our emotions like that, music helps us.

In order to find the resonance of the soul, everyone will feel the music with their hearts.

Wang Yi felt that it was okay, and the overall effect was good.

Lin Jiajia was also intoxicated, tapping her fingers along with the music from time to time.

From the fourth song onwards, Liu Haoran has more opportunities to show, and in many places, it is a piano solo.

The audience, which was originally a little restless, gradually subsided.

Everyone seemed to be moved by Liu Haoran's talent.

Wu Hehua looked at her boyfriend's demeanor on stage and her amazing appearance, and cried excitedly.

Although she didn't understand what was expressed in the music, she just cried.

may have been crying by Liu Haoran.

Wu Hehua excitedly pulled her friends around her to show off: "See, my boyfriend is so talented, I like to see him obsessed with music, it's so handsome." ”

The friends around her flattered: "Yes, my brother-in-law is really handsome, I have never seen such a handsome man." ”

"Not only handsome, but also able to play the piano, look at that hand is so white and long, I really want to put those hands on my chest......"

"No, no, I mean the music that came out of those hands was so good. ”

A group of people chatted excitedly, turning the originally beautiful atmosphere into a low-end.

Liu Haoran finished the song, and the scene caused a small **.

A group of little fans didn't care about any concerts, so they stood up with their mobile phones and slapped at Liu Haoran.

Wang Yi even thought he was in the wrong place.

Is this a concert, or a concert?

What the heck!

Liu Haoran also enjoyed the feeling of being sought after by the flash of his mobile phone, and stood up to greet the audience.

The orchestra on the stage showed a stunned look, and some musicians couldn't stand it and left first.

Liu Haoran took the microphone, walked to the front of the stage and said: "Thank you for coming to enjoy my concert, and next, I will bring you my original song of Qingshan and Flowing Water." ”

When Wang Yi heard this name, he couldn't help but pause.

Clear mountains and flowing water?

Liu Haoran actually knew this tune?

Is it the same name?

How else could he say that he was original?

After Liu Haoran accepted everyone's admiration, he sat back in front of the piano and began to play.

The scene subsided, and the audience began to listen attentively.

The familiar tune reached Wang Yi's ears.

Wang Yi's eyes became gloomy.

This song came out in Liu Haoran's hands, as if he was moving a book according to the subject, without the slightest emotion.

Liu Haoran's basic skills are good, and he didn't make a mistake in playing such a subdued tune.

The layman will definitely praise it, after all, this is a very difficult song.

But only Wang Yi knew that this piano was played without any emotion, like wood.

Could it be that this song was created by Wang Yi and Zheng Qian!

At that time, in order to call each other out, the two deliberately increased the difficulty, and it was precisely because of the joint efforts of the two of them that this masterpiece was born.

Wang Yi listened to the familiar tune, and his thoughts drifted away.

It was as if he had returned to the battlefield abroad, the place where he had been brilliant, dazed, and painful.

At that time, he entered the secret training out of reluctance.

There, he met Zheng Qian, who was also a member of the team.