Fingers on the chanting and note, strings on the palace Shang horn Zheng Yu, five tones are coordinated, and they are in harmony with each other.

Big Groan, Big Woo, Long Groan, Long Groan, Swinging, Flying Groan......

Chen Qingfeng's song "White Snow", as soon as it sounded, the syllables were arranged, and the chaos arose, such as the wind howling in the empty forest, the wilderness walking and flying stones, the lonely canopy vibrating, and the sand flying.

is very different from the usual "White Snow", there is a complete gap between heaven and earth.

With this bomb, Jiuxiao Huanpei and some senior ancient music lovers were stunned for a moment.

"Is this Snow White? It's completely different from what I've heard before?"

The same question mark arose in everyone's hearts.

Jiuxiao Huanpei was even more surprised, and was stunned in his heart, "What's going on with this wind?" Even if you don't believe in "Magical Secret Score", but the song "White Snow", looking at the famous artists, even if there are some differences, they are all small places, the way of playing, the fingering is a little different, and the overall trend, rhythm, and rhyme are still roughly the same. But what you played from the beginning was completely contrary to those famous "White Snow", is this really playing "White Snow"?"

"Forget it, you can play as much as you want, it's your business to play badly, what does it have to do with me? If you don't play well, it's beneficial to me, what do I care about you?"

Jiuxiao Huanpei thought about it left and right, and began to be relieved, and no longer bothered about Chen Qingfeng's strange version of "White Snow".

He was relieved easily, and other people who listened to Chen Qingfeng's playing were not so easy.

They couldn't imagine why the sound of the piano played by Chen Qingfeng at this time was completely different from the "White Snow" they had heard before.

In the past, the "White Snow" they heard began to ease, in the emptiness, it seemed that a little snow fell from the clouds, the sound transitioned gently, and the flying snow slowly became more, and then there were thousands of mountains and birds flying away, and thousands of paths and people disappeared similar feelings, the snow fell, and the heavens and the earth were pure.

But now the "White Snow" they heard was surging from the beginning, flying sand and rocks, as if the two armies were facing each other, vigorous and disturbing, and there was no meaning of white snow cleaning and ethereal at all.

So, after listening to it for a while, some viewers couldn't sit still and began to output barrage.

[What kind of snow are you still in the wind?Are you sure you remember the sheet music correctly?]

[Is this the wind that just played "Seeky Spring"? Are you sure there is no Shi Lezhi?]

[Could it be that the wind is still you, and you are really the culprit?]

[Is this snow white, not haze, sandstorm?]

[Brother Feng, did you play the wrong tune? This is not Bai Xue!]

[Bai Xue is noble, this is a mess, choose to self-destruct at a critical time?]

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The barrage full of screens, in addition to questioning, is still questioning, almost no one heard Chen Qingfeng's intentions at the first time.

But Chen Qingfeng didn't care about these at all, he was only focused on the piano.

The song "White Snow" he wants to play is not the common "White Snow", but the "White Snow" made after his unique feelings.

At the beginning, he was in the Qingling Pond Pavilion, which destroyed the unspoken rules of capital for dreams, was expelled and blocked by capital, and was splashed with countless sewage.

At that time, he felt for a while that he could no longer play the piano and play pure music in his life, because he was covered with sewage, although these sewage were all in vain, but he was pointed out by thousands of people, not sick and dying, in the face of thousands of people, under the accusation and abuse of him, how could his still young heart bear it.

Until one winter, there was a heavy snowfall, and the drunk Chen Qingfeng fell drunk on the side of the road, looked up at the heavy snow that fell one after another, looked at it for a long time, and finally was buried in the snow, frozen for a long time, and when the wine woke up, his heart suddenly brightened.

He saw that when the snow was flying all over the sky, even though he was blown by the strong wind, he could not help himself, so that when he fell from the sky, he might have changed his original direction, but no matter how strong the wind was, the white of the snow was never blown into any other color by the wind.

Maybe the six-petaled snowflakes were broken by the strong wind, or maybe the snowflakes that could have fallen on the green pines were blown onto the road by the strong wind, but no matter what, the snow in the wind was white after all.

As long as it is not turned into muddy water, the snow will always be white.

In other words, as long as it's still snow and it's not dead, it's still white.

Let it be chaotic, and I am innocent.

Whether it's a strong wind or sewage, these are all things that snow can't choose. What Bai Xue can do is to stick to her whiteness until she can't hold on to it and can't hold on to it.

After this day, Chen Qingfeng strongly supported his body with a high fever, and used his perception of Bai Xue to compose a song "White Snow".

This song "White Snow" begins with chaos and ends with innocence, which is completely different from the usual qin song "White Snow".

It does not have a soft empty realm, no gentle feeling of falling, no solitude of fishing alone in the cold river and snow, and no complacent confession.

It has the madness of the wind, the uncertainty of the fluttering, the courage to die in the face of mud and dust, and the firm belief in the self-cleanliness of snow.

It can be said that other people's "White Snow" is the snow and the snow, while Chen Qingfeng's "White Snow" is the unity of people and snow, and it is the snow and oneself.

"Sonorous!"

Chen Qingfeng's piano sound was agitated, wild, brave, not up or down, the sound was not closed, thousands of turns, layer upon layer, after a change, Shang Yu was in an uproar, and finally stopped.

This pause came to an abrupt end, as if the wind had stopped and the snow had stopped, and everything was silent.

There was only silence left between heaven and earth, and all the people who listened to the piano were in a shock, as if they were in a vast and desperate region, surrounded by darkness.

This time, everyone listening to the piano no longer went to output the barrage, but was engrossed, quietly in the desperate domain, waiting for the next piano sound to come.

"Boom!"

When I was young, the disappeared piano sound came back, but it was no longer wild and intense before, but solemn and transparent, and every sound was correct and long.

The length is long and short, and between the chanting and the subtle notes, the five tones are clearly distinguished.

Every sound is like a snowflake, ice clear and jade, transparent, innocent, and without dirt.

The audience who listened to the qin music in the two live broadcast rooms finally understood in their hearts that this qin song that seemed to be "White Snow" would never be "White Snow", it was really "White Snow".

As a result, everyone's hearts were cleaned, the barrage was cleaned, and the live broadcast room was clean.

After a long time, the song ended.

Chen Qingfeng sat in front of the piano platform with a calm face.

"My "White Snow" has been played, whether I can prove my innocence, please give a judgment. ”

He has no worries, and the clouds are light and the wind is light.

However, when he asked, there was no reaction in the live broadcast room.

All the people who listened to his song "White Snow" were still immersed in the white snow.

It wasn't until the end of Chen Qingfeng's song that they discovered how thrilling and awe-inspiring the meaning of the first wild and intense piano sound was.

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