When Zheng Xiaowen's fingers were about to fall on the keyboard, they immediately retracted, and she turned to Yang Yilin and said:

"You listened to my piano, you have to tell me about your experience and feelings after listening to the piano, and tell me what you felt while listening to the piano.

"If you say it right, it means that the piano piece I wrote is okay, and it also means that my piano playing art level is okay.

"If you're not right, then, Gegege! That's if I wrote it badly, or I smashed it! Gege, okay?"

Yang Yilin thought about it, he sat down on the chair on the west side of the big square table, and said to Zheng Xiaowen: "Okay, okay, I'll sit down and listen carefully, taste carefully, and appreciate it! I'm ready, you can start." ”

Zheng Xiaowen smiled and nodded at Yang Yilin, then turned around and sat up straight facing the piano.

She lifted her wrists lightly, her slender ten fingers gently landed on the keys, and soon, with the notes on the score, her fingers slowly pressed and pressed on the keys, and at the same time, the piano made a low and melodious sound, which was very beautiful and beautiful.

Suddenly, Zheng Xiaowen's agile and flexible ten fingers quickly jumped on the keys, and her body, her head, and her hair all fluctuated and swayed slightly with the fast rhythm of the music......

Suddenly, the melody of the music slowed down again......

After that, the sound of the piano was suddenly high, sometimes low, the rhythm was suddenly fast, sometimes slow, and she played it with great skill......

Zheng Xiaowen didn't glance at the score, she devoted herself to the melody and emotion of the music of "Heart is Flying......

After such a beautiful, agitated, and melodious sound lasted for six minutes, Zheng Xiaowen's wrists were raised high, and then her fingers slammed down, quickly landing on the keys, only to hear the piano make a muddy 'dang!' sound, and the piano music ended.

After Zheng Xiaowen finished playing "The Heart is Flying", her thoughts did not return to reality immediately, she was still immersed in the rhapsody of music, and couldn't help but say to herself:

"Ahh

I have traveled all over the world, and the strange scenery is instantaneous.

The child is homesick and returns to his hometown, and his soul returns to my heart!"

After Zheng Xiaowen finished playing the piano song "Heart is Flying", she sighed again, held the back of the chair with her right hand, twisted her body towards Yang Yilin, and asked with a smile like a flower:

"Yilin, what did you hear when you heard my piano?"

Yang Yilin has been thinking and searching for the true connotation of this music, and with the rhythm and melody of the music, plus what he feels deep in his heart, he has determined the author and player of the music, and the thoughts and feelings to be expressed.

This form of instrumental playing is an expression of thought that the listener can interpret with one answer, another answer, or other answer, without the scope of the thought that the author wants to express.

Yang Yilin relied on his feelings, from the beginning to the end of the music, he kept in his mind, scene after scene of continuous beautiful wild scenery.

At the end of the music, he wanted to tell Zheng Xiaowen his feelings, but he saw Zheng Xiaowen sitting without moving, and his mouth was still unclear about what he said, so he sat and didn't move or speak, and his thoughts returned to the picture presented by the music, waiting for Zheng Xiaowen to ask him.

At this time, Yang Yilin heard the question, he touched his forehead and thought about it and replied:

"At first, I felt a clump of white fluffy dandelions, slowly, slowly, away from its roots, and with a slight breeze, slowly, slowly, it flew higher and higher, and then it flew farther and farther into the distance.

"I looked at it, it kept drifting and flying in the distance, fluttering and flying, the breeze was sometimes big and sometimes small, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, and the dandelion was also suddenly left, suddenly right, suddenly high, suddenly low, and continued to float forward and fly, and flutter and fly.

Suddenly, the wind became wild, and blew the dandelion up to the top of the mountain, and down the valley, and then the dandelion flew up slowly from the valley, and slowly flew higher and higher, higher and higher, and then flew further and further away, and flew farther and farther, and flew farther and farther.

"It flies far, far away, but it always seems to be very close to me, very close, it is like it is in front of my eyes, it never leaves my sight, even when it flies into the valley, I can see it.

"I have been watching it in my thoughts, my heart, my soul has been flying with it, following it over cities and villages, flying over lofty mountains, flying over deserts and grasslands, flying over rivers, lakes and oceans, flying over foreign places that I have never been to, beautiful scenery that I have never seen.

"I followed it in what seemed to fly in a great circle, and then flew back after it, and then the wind died down, and when I looked at it, I saw it stop in the air, and suddenly it became a seed with weight, and suddenly it landed on the fertile soil of its beautiful homeland. ”

After Yang Yilin finished speaking, he said with a smile: "I listen to your music and taste your playing, in the rhythm and melody of this music, what I imagined, saw, and experienced was probably this ......."

Zheng Xiaowen already understands that Yang Yilin listened to her piano sound, she heard it right, and she spoke about her experience correctly!

She listened to Yang Yilin say so many words, she was already excited to hear it, and she couldn't hold back her desire to answer.

At this moment, she couldn't wait for Yang Yilin to say more, she got up and opened her arms, and was so excited that she couldn't help but shout out to herself: "Ah!"

She shouted, running towards Yang Yilin and said, "You're right! You really heard it! You really heard what I was going to express!"

Yang Yilin looked at Zheng Xiaowen's sudden, outstretched arms like a hug, he really thought that Zheng Xiaowen was so happy to hug him.

For a while, he was so nervous that he was pounding, and he couldn't find a place to put his two hands, so he couldn't control himself and only grabbed his clothes, straightened his back and looked at Zheng Xiaowen with straight eyes to hug him.

At this tense moment for Yang Yilin, Zheng Xiaowen only ran two and a half steps, then slowed down, lowered her arms, and even jumped herself:

Ouch, what are you excited about! It's not your mother, nor Su Chen, Lin Jing, or Wen Jiemei sitting there, look at how you run! Why don't you slow down and calm down!

If you Zheng Nini really ran to him and hugged him, think about that little grass nunnery in the wild, he seemed to have some ideas for a while, and if he had that idea at this time, you, you, have you Zheng Nini look good!

Zheng Xiaowen thought to herself, still with a smile on her face, she walked steadily and steadily to the opposite side of Yang Yilin, and sat on the chair on the east side of the generous table.

At this time, Yang Yilin, seeing that Zheng Xiaowen did not come to hug her, but sat on the chair opposite him, he remained silent and quietly exhaled a long breath, and his nervous heart was easily calmed down with the long breath exhaled.

Zheng Xiaowen said to Yang Yilin with a smile: "The music I played just now is "My Heart is Flying", which I wrote myself, and my heart is flying with my music melody, understand?"

Yang Yilin thought to herself: Isn't that my Yang Yilin's heart, following her Zheng Xiaowen's heart, and the two hearts are flying together with the melody of the music? Yes, it is the two hearts that are flying closely with each other at the same time, and flying together in the beautiful world!

He was excited in his heart, nodded calmly and replied, "Well, I know." ”

Zheng Xiaowen listened to such a reply, she felt a little familiar, oh, yes, it's these four words, he has used them a few times this afternoon, what does he mean, he really understands, really knows?

God knows, he knows!