"I already know the whole story. The matter has come to this point, even if I say again that this matter was not done by me, it has nothing to do with me, and I believe that the three streamers who were hurt and their fans will not be believed. ”

Chen Qingfeng sat in front of the piano platform, facing the camera, with a solemn expression, "But even so, I still can't give up trying to prove my innocence." I did it, I did it, and I will never deny it. But I didn't do it, and I won't admit it. ”

But at this point, it is useless to speak with one mouth, because words are not enough to believe if they are not accompanied by corresponding actions. So now I'm not going to stress whether I did it myself. ”

"I'm going to use my behavior to make everyone believe, believe what I say, believe that I have nothing to do with this matter, and believe that it wasn't me and my fans who hurt you and your streamers. ”

He said one sentence after another, not looking at the dense barrage, nor asking those who are full of anger now how they feel about his words at this moment.

"I am a luthier, I believe in the sound of the piano as the voice of my heart, and I have always maintained this original intention, not separating the sound of the piano from the sound of the heart. I believe that if someone can listen to my piano with their hearts, they will be able to hear my heart and know what kind of person I am. ”

"Next, I'm going to bet on my dignity as a luthier and use the sound of the piano to tell everyone whether I'm lying or not. So please be calm and listen quietly to me after playing the next piece of music, and if after listening to it, everyone still thinks that I am the initiator of this matter, then I am willing to accept all your requests for punishment. ”

After speaking, he didn't care if anyone on the barrage agreed with him to do this, or if he had any doubts about him, he just closed his eyes, then raised his hands and gently put them on the piano.

After a few breaths, Chen Qingfeng completely sank his heart and quieted down, then opened his eyes and soothed the earth-shattering shock.

"Zheng!"

The sound of the piano began, the sound came out slowly, and the emptiness was far away.

……

"What's going on in the live broadcast room?

After Jiuxiao Huanpei finished playing a song, he casually said a reason to the fans, left his live broadcast camera, and then started a phone call with someone.

"Needless to say, these days, the most powerful thing on the Internet is the water army. Fu Feng is still such an Internet novice, if you are willing to pay, he will definitely explode!" A man's smug voice came from the other end of the phone.

Jiuxiao Huanpei was overjoyed when he heard this, "So what is he doing now?" Is he constantly struggling to explain to others, saying that this matter has nothing to do with him?"

"Nope. ”

"No? did he admit it? or did he close the barrage or get off the live broadcast?" Jiuxiao Huanpei was very surprised.

"He didn't admit it, and he didn't turn off the barrage and the live broadcast, what he did, I didn't expect it, and I guess you would never think of it. ”

"What did he do? You are so mysterious?"

He wants to prove himself with the sound of the piano, so that after listening to the sound of the piano, he will judge whether he is innocent or not. Hahahaha! It's a bad pen!" There was a burst of laughter on the phone.

Jiuxiao Huanpei was also stunned, and then laughed out loud, "He's just a bad pen, let people judge whether he is innocent by listening to his piano sound? Does he think this is making a movie? Or is he playing the piano stupidly, do you really believe in those piano sounds and the sound of the heart, mysterious words? I really laughed to death!"

"Yes, yes, he just said that the sound of the piano is the voice of the heart, and he said it without hesitation, as if it was really that. You also play the piano, and if you say that, it seems that he is 100% unreliable. Then I won't listen to his broken piano sound, just wait for him to finish playing with the rhythm, and ask him to leave the live broadcast world. ”

"Yes, anyway, his piano sound is like that, and you don't know the piano, so it's useless to listen to it except sharpen your ears. Just wait for him to finish pretending, just let him get out of the live broadcast circle with the rhythm, it's done, and your money is indispensable. ”

Jiuxiao Huanpei's face was full of pride.

"Okay, then I'll just sit back and wait to get the money. If you encounter this kind of network stunned in the future, you can continue to call me, and I will give you a discount. "The voice in the mobile phone is also extremely happy.

"Okay, you did such a beautiful job this time, so that Feng Zhen's stupidity has completely turned into a real bad pen, the next time I encounter this kind of thing, I will definitely look for you. Okay, I'm going to broadcast live, so I'll get here first, and when it's done, you say, I'll give you money. ”

“OK。 ”

Both sides hung up the call.

Then Jiuxiao Huanpei returned to the camera in the live broadcast room.

"Hi my favorite fans, I'm back. Let's move on to playing the piano, letting the sound of the piano flow into our ears, washing away the dirt in the depths of our hearts, wiping our eyes, and releasing our noble and immaculate souls. ”

As soon as he returned to the live broadcast room, Jiuxiao Huanpei began to work from a high vantage point, using beautiful lyrical words to mobilize the emotions of fans in the live broadcast room.

[Jiuxiao Da is really a natural pianist!]

[Such a Jiuxiao is worthy of the guqin, like that bullshit style, such a person who is so penny, he is insulting the qin by playing the piano!]

[Feng still eats jujube pills, he is fooling around this time, and he can't clean up such a thing]

[Originally, I thought that the people who talked about the guqin were all as elegant as Jiuxiao, but I didn't expect that there was still the wind like this, and everyone had a big forest]

[It's not better than I don't know, but I don't know how rare it is to know how rare Jiuxiao is to be big!

……

His fans really ate this, just a few words, and a bunch of people praised him mercilessly.

……

Chen Qingfeng's live broadcast room.

The sound of the piano is long, as if it comes from the lonely empty valley, under the bright moon and clear spring, and seems to come from the vast sea, in a lonely boat.

The light place is as light as the moonlight, which seems to be invisible, but it is clearly exposed on the water, on the smooth stone, on the glass.

The thick place is as strong as a spirit, it seems that it can't be tasted, but it is mellow and attractive, the wind is ten miles, intoxicating the liver and intestines, and burning the heart.

Between the shades, there is a unique taste, lingering in people's ears and hearts.

As the sound of the piano continued to be popped out in Chen Qingfeng's hands and on the earth-shattering strings, the originally irritable and dense barrage gradually became much less.

It's incredible.

No matter what you say, the angry audience can't be appeased, because of the sound of the piano, but gradually quieted down, if you don't see it with your own eyes, I'm afraid that if you say it, most of it will make people feel that it's a lie.

But this did happen, and more and more people, appeased by the sound of the piano, no longer attached to the abuse of the barrage, began to listen to the sound of the piano quietly.

A sound, a sound, the height is slow, the density is light, the heavy is wide and narrow...... The ever-changing sound of the piano, slowly, actually sketched a picture of independence in everyone's hearts. 、

In the picture, a person brushes the white stone, sits on the moon, on the bank of the clear stream, between the pine and bamboo, playing the piano and howling, writing and making sounds.

Everyone was gradually completely immersed in the sound of the piano and indulged in it.

At this time, a burst of clear singing came in, and between the faint and faint, the singer sang Li Bai's "Youjian Spring" -

Brush the white stone and play the piano. The stream is deep and deep.

Good hand Ming Hui Gao Zhang Qing. The heart is lonely for thousands of years, and the pine is fluttering.

Seeing the sorrowful ape hanging shadow and in danger, he called Qiumu and groaned.

When the guest is mourning, he loses his will and listens, and the tears are stained.

It is a merchant dropout, gurgling into a sound.

I write the voice estrus in the wonderful finger, but I don't know the ancient and modern times of this song.

Secluded springs, deep forests.

……