The first chapter of the second volume of "Rebuke Fang Xuan" has arrived, and I ask for a recommendation, a collection, and a monthly pass.

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The white marble pillars are surrounded by beautiful piano music, which is refreshing.

It's already night, but the soft lighting makes the seven-meter-high living room feel like daylight.

Below the living room is a pure white piano, and an old man with gray hair sits next to the piano in a milky white suit, immersed in the music he has composed.

The sound of the piano is sometimes melodious and tactful, sometimes low and deep, and the different scales blend together, forming a peculiar beauty, and also showing the old man's good strength.

The windows were open, and the sound of the harp came from the house, and the sparrows on the branches of the trees heard the sound, and stopped on the piano, neither screaming nor flapping their wings, for fear of disturbing the astonishing music.

The sound of the piano resounded around the jungle, and the sound of the pine wind roared. The spring water flows hurriedly, and the birds kept quiet.

If you let others listen to it, you only think this song is very good, but you can't hear the slightest artistic conception, although you are used to listening to the lower riba people, but also indulge in this spring and white snow after all, and can't extricate yourself.

"Ahh

The exclamation of a female voice broke the peace here.

The sparrow was frightened, flapped its wings, and a few birdsongs pierced the silence of the night sky.

The old man's nimble hands also stopped suddenly, he took a deep breath, and then looked helplessly at the girl beside him.

The girl wore a lace dress from the Valentino family, and the two pointed-toe heels of Jimmy Choo on her feet shone brightly as the girl's legs swayed.

The girl was wearing headphones and didn't know what she was looking at.

"Zhuang Zhuang. The old man got up, and although he was very old, his body was still very strong.

The girl apparently did not hear the old man's words, and cried out loudly to herself.

"Oh my God! It's so handsome!

The old man walked up to her and was very angry and wanted to pull out the girl's headphones, but his hand stopped in mid-air and did not go down in the end.

"Alas. The old man sighed, sank into the dantian, and shouted in the girl's ear with a larger decibel, "Zhuangzhuang!"

"Ahh

"I'm playing the piano, what's your name?" Seeing the girl's aggrieved face, the old man's anger disappeared by half, but he still asked symbolically.

It's okay not to ask, but when I asked, the girl's aggrieved appearance just now was swept away, and a bunch of little stars suddenly appeared in her eyes: "Grandpa, I'm watching the live broadcast of "Original 108", and Brother Meng Zuo in it is too handsome!

The old man was suddenly angry, he was a pianist in the world, and he couldn't compare to Brother Meng Zuo who didn't know where he came from, but he was such a big person, he had a good face, and he was embarrassed to be jealous with a junior, so he held his breath and tried to speak to his granddaughter as gently as possible.

"Zhuang Zhuang, what kind of show is this?"

"It's a selection competition program, and the contestants in it are either handsome guys or beauties, or thieves have temperament, and my brother Meng Zuo is all accounted for. The girl's eyes were full of the figure of a young man sitting at the piano, and she did not notice the old man's distorted tone.

"Oh, he's so good?" the old man became more and more angry, who the hell was this kid who could deceive his precious granddaughter.

"Of course, my brother Meng Zuo is the best, grandpa, let me tell you, he can also write novels and tell books! And ah, he can play all musical instruments!" The girl actually didn't know if Meng Zuo could play all musical instruments, but as long as it was positive news about Meng Zuo, she believed it.

Miscellaneous but not refined!

The old man frowned, and these four words popped into his mind.

Today's artists, for the sake of publicity, all say that they will know this and that, but in the end, they are just scratching their skins, and at most they can fool some ignorant little girls. Presumably, this Meng Zuo is also a new paper tiger with a gimmick.

Thinking of this, he was a little ashamed of his granddaughter, as the granddaughter of a world-class pianist, he would actually fan an unknown junior who only knew a little fur, and he was blind to the edification he had always had for her.

"Then let's watch it together, and I'll also see how powerful this Brother Meng you said is. The old man gritted his teeth, and the suit on his body was wrinkled because he had no time to take care of it.

The girl looked at the old man in amazement, she had never seen her grandfather say such a thing. But it just so happens that I can show my idol to my grandfather.

"Okay, okay!" the girl happily agreed, turned off the Bluetooth, disconnected the headphones, and the sound appeared.

As soon as the voice came out, the young man on the screen said a word.

"I need a piano, and today I will play a piece for you, which is still my original piano piece. ”

Yo?

The old man raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but look at the man on the screen carefully.

Like myself, I am also wearing a white suit, but it is definitely not custom-made, tasteless, and styleless!

The voice is quite good, very magnetic, but it feels like I've been overusing my voice lately, and my voice is a little hoarse. This guy can't just confuse my granddaughter with his voice, right?

Looks ......

The old man looked at Meng Zuo's handsome face and tall figure, and he really couldn't criticize it.

Little white face!

After thinking about it for a long time in the thesaurus in my mind, I finally gave a definition to this handsome young man.

"Grandpa, look, Brother Meng Zuo is about to start playing!"

Just as the old man was thinking about how to belittle the artist to save his image in the eyes of his granddaughter, the girl pointed to the young man in white on the screen and screamed loudly.

Hmph, I'd like to see what this little white face is capable of!

The old man pursed his lips, looked at his granddaughter who looked like a nymphomaniac, and then looked at Meng Zuo on the screen, straightened up, and stared at Meng Zuo.

......

Can Monzo play piano music?

Yes, but not much, because I can't remember that much.

But the most classic songs are still in mind.

After all, it is a high-achieving student who came out of a world-class art academy, and he can't have no basic skills.

He sat down, set up the microphone, and spoke in a hoarse and magnetic voice: "Because I recorded the audio yesterday with too much voice, I can't sing to everyone, but I have prepared a very nice piano song, I hope you can like it." ”

The audience responded instantly, and waves of fierce applause poured in.

Meng Zuo waved his palm downward, signaling everyone to be quiet, the audience was also very obedient, and the large studio was suddenly silent.

"The name of this piece is called "Dream Wedding", and I hope that everyone will not make any cheers, please enjoy this piece carefully. ”

Meng Zuo's words should be a very crazy sentence, if it were for other players, they might hear the boos in the audience, but Meng Zuo's voice sounded, and everyone's hearts quieted down.

There was not a single sarcasm or other negative remarks on the barrage, all of them silently expressed their expectations.

......

"Dream Wedding"?

The name is quite meaningful.

The old man nodded slightly, he liked the name, which gave him a hazy but beautiful feeling.

......

MENGZUO REMEMBERS VERY WELL THAT WHEN THE TEACHER TAUGHT THEM, HE TOLD THEM THAT "DREAM WEDDING" WAS NOT THE REAL NAME OF THE SONG, AND ITS FRENCH NAME WAS "MARIAGE D'AMOUR", WHICH LITERALLY TRANSLATES TO "MARRIAGE BASED ON LOVE", SO THE TRANSLATION OF "LOVER'S WEDDING" IS CLOSER TO ITS ORIGINAL MEANING.

This is a story that a boy can't love.

He falls in love with a princess of the land of dreams, but ends up dying at her wedding, and the groom is not him, but the prince.

He used his body to block the arrow that he was going to pierce the princess.

Don't be afraid, I'll protect you.

I can't marry you, but I love you, so I want to protect you.

with my life.

Meng Zuo condensed his emotions, as if that man was him, as if there was really an arrow inserted into Meng Zuo's body, it was a heart-piercing pain, and it was also a kind of protection regardless of it.

There is always someone who loves you deeply and shelters you from the wind and rain, he is not your only one, but you are his only one.

You know, love is called a coward bold, but it calls a warrior a coward.

He squinted, imagining the scene, and in the blur of vision, he saw her in a wedding dress.

There have been no green plums, green plums withered, fragrant all over the ground, no bamboo horse, bamboo horse old, lovesick thousands of miles, and now I step on thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers to return to my homeland, but I see your green silk is covered by a veil, it turns out that love is difficult to end the years after all, and it turns out that no matter how impressive it is, it is just a memory buried in the bottom of my heart.

But do not grieve, I will prove my loyalty with my life, and wash away the evil spirit of your wedding with my blood.

Don't be afraid, I'll protect you.

The hand did not move, the song did not play, and the tears fell first.

A drop of crystal slid off Meng Zuo's perfect side face, and he straightened up, tears dripping onto his seat silently.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his pupils were deep and full of affection.

He didn't have time to think about it now, and he didn't think about the game anymore, what came to his eyes was a country, a dreamlike country, in this country, at the princess's wedding, lying on the ground, holding the princess's hand, feeling the familiar heat when he was angry, listening to the memories of the voice.

No one bothered him, and no one questioned why he hadn't played yet. Even Shi Longtao accompanied the white-clothed young man in front of him into a state of sentimentality and love.

There was no gossip on the barrage, no bombarding swiping, only a few scattered sentences, sliding across the screen, coming and leaving in a hurry.

......

The old man sat on the couch, he looked at the young man, and his eyes changed, from the previous disdain, to solemnity.

If Meng Zuo is not pretending, but genuine, then his level is definitely not comparable to those little fresh meat with face and no talent before.

It didn't seem like he wanted to pretend, but the old man still couldn't believe it.

This movement, this state, is like a master pianist.

But he was too young.

Too young!

What kind of master can train the next master at such a young age?

The old man thought back to other famous predators in the piano world, but he eliminated them all one by one.

Just when he was puzzled, Meng Zuo moved.

He bounced.