There is no doubt that Yang Yi Yang Yi has two taels of oil in his stomach, he can't call them all out of his mouth, his knowledge is terrifying enough, over the years, his so-called spare time has been forcibly occupied by the system brother, and countless knowledge has been stuffed into Yang Yi's head by strong means, all of this cannot be obtained without hard work, it can only be absorbed with a strong headache, and in the end, there is still a little bit that is not stuffed in, so he can only rely on Yang Yi to learn slowly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Pick up the violin on the shelf, the strings can't be taut all the time, that will make the strings loose, the tone will become inaccurate, or harsh. To be precise, a good musical instrument needs to be maintained every day, but the cost of this maintenance is an astronomical amount. But all the musical instruments here were placed on the shelves at will, and even Yang Yi felt a kind of regret when he saw it.

Fortunately, the strings of the violin are okay, put the violin on the shoulder, the bow is gently placed on the strings, and pull slowly, just a short test of the piano, which has already made Yuanyuan applaud. And the man in the small room outside looked disdainful, and he was embarrassed to take out this kind of technology? It's just ruining the music, even if it's a disabled person, it's a thousand times better than what he plays!

At the same time, he made up his mind that he would find a random reason to get rid of them, and this noise would destroy his brain.

"After all, it's been idle for a long time, and it still affects the tone somewhat." Yang Yi put down the bow and began to adjust the tightness of the strings, not that the four strings should be tight, they need to be loose and tight, so that there will be a high and low pitch. After adjusting the tone, Yang Yi turned to look at Yuanyuan and said, "I'll pull off Liang Zhu and tell you." Yuanyuan immediately nodded again and again, and took out a thin waist drum to use as a stool for herself, ready to listen.

Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai are classic story works familiar to Chinese people, and "Liang Zhu" is also the Taishan Beidou of the music industry, only to show on the world stage, it shines, even foreigners who do not understand Chinese, after hearing "Liang Zhu", they will pinch their noses and shed tears, when they hear that there is a poignant love story behind this song, their romanticism completely broke out.

Yang Yi looked straight ahead, looking at Yuanyuan with loving eyes, building a spiritual bridge between the two. The poignant sound of the piano sounded, and Yuan Yuan was suddenly dragged into a picture scroll, where the green mountains were scattered, the green water and the white bridge, and a woman in white was looking at the academy in the distance.

There is no trace of defense, as long as the people who hear the sound of the piano are attracted, leave what they are doing, listen carefully, with the mournful sound of the piano happy and sad, tears drop by drop, converge into a line, the sad and poignant love story makes people intoxicated, makes people angry, scenes of life and death are presented, with the moving sound of the piano, people are obsessed, people are sad.

Yang Yi himself was also attracted by the sound of the piano, the forgotten storyline gradually became clear, countless fragments were connected, the eighteen were reluctant, and the sorrow of wishing Yingtai penetrated the world, until the two turned into colorful butterflies and danced and never separated, everything disappeared.

The poignant love story is always accompanied by these tears, Yang Yi knew that Yuanyuan would cry because she was a fragile girl, but she never expected that so many people would cry together!

It's a whole hallway!

It is not an exaggeration to call the corridor of the "City of Music" a street, Yang Yi visually estimated that even a tank could easily drive in, but now there are so many old and young, men and women, running over and crying together, how would you feel if you were you? Anyway, Yang Yi was in a cold sweat.

I knew that I was in trouble, and the matter of renting an instrument could be postponed, but looking at the posture, if I didn't leave, I might have to stay here. While everyone had not yet woken up from the sad story, Yang Yi walked over silently, gently woke up Yuanyuan, and planned to blend into the crowd and run out. It's a pity, it's a pity! When Yuanyuan got up, the thin waist drum sounded, and she woke up!

Being stared at by countless pairs of eyes, even if Yang Yi had seen the world, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat again, their eyes were very terrifying, as if they were going to swallow their lives alive. "I won't rent it, can't I rent it!" Yang Yi pulled Yuanyuan back quickly, but those people almost all squeezed in.

"Ouch! Don't squeeze, I'm your Teacher Huang! "Ah, where are my shoes!" "I'll go, where's my pants?" Like the vegetable market, even many shelves for musical instruments have been squeezed over. Finally, the man watching the warehouse yelled, "Don't crowd, the teachers of each class have gathered their own students!" It worked, and after about half an hour, the students were divided into large and small groups.

"The contemptible Zhang Chu is the director of the music city." Zhang Chu introduced himself very politely, and Yang Yi smiled bitterly and said, "Director Zhang, I'm just here to rent a musical instrument, can you let me go first?" "Teacher, his name is Yang Yi, he is a singer, I know him!"

When he met his fans here, Yang Yi was not happy at all, he was called famous, and immediately someone began to doxx himself, and it didn't take long for Yang Yi to be exposed, including the things that he could see one by one.

Okay, Yang Yi is now a "transparent person", Zhang Chu smiled very kindly, and said in a very gentle tone: "Mr. Yang, we are both engaged in music, so we are also peers, but also friends, just now your song Liang Zhu, really opened our eyes, I don't know if we can play some other music?" Of course, this is just a musical extravaganza, and our students at the City of Music will not disappoint you. ”

They are a group of pure people, and their only pursuit is music, and now when they see Yang Yi, the person who makes them cry, they naturally have a heart to compete. This is like a martial arts master, when he encounters an opponent who is on par with him, he will not stop if he doesn't have a good fight.

"Director Zhang, I'm really just here to choose a musical instrument, please don't embarrass me." Zhang Chu waved his hand and said boldly: "The instruments here, as long as you can play them to our satisfaction, they are all yours!" Yang Yi's face twitched fiercely, musical instruments have never been commodities, but works of art, and there is no cheap thing linked to the word "art"!

The value of a whole warehouse of musical instruments is definitely a terrifying number, even if Yang Yi is worth tens of millions now, he will be moved by it. "So this violin is mine now?" Yang Yi stared at Zhang Chumeng, just to see if he was joking. Who knew that Zhang Chu smiled and nodded, "That's right, it belongs to you now." ”

Under the attention of a group of people, Yang Yi picked up the guitar and put it on his back casually: "Bang la la, it's raining, it's ...... lala" Playing the guitar without singing is not in the mood, just a song that comes to mind casually makes them listen to it fascinated, and their whole body feels like they have been washed.

Yang Yi didn't intend to waste time, put the guitar aside, grabbed the cello again, and began to interpret the rich bass of the cello, compared to the high note of the violin, it is a middle-aged man with rich experience, he is funny and connotative, like a cup of black coffee, even if he is very bitter, its mellow is incomparable to others.

Everyone subconsciously took a deep breath, as if they wanted to suck this rich music into their stomachs, Zhang Chu and several other teachers, looking at Yang Yi's eyes were completely looking at rare treasures, what a beautiful piece of music that those hands that were not white and tender! Violin, cello, guitar, erhu, harmonica....... As Yang Yi played more and more musical instruments, their expressions when they saw Yang Yi changed from excitement to fear!

Yang Yi has long forgotten his original intention, he is attracted by those lovely musical instruments, he has indulged in the sea of musical instruments, he seems to hear countless dusty instruments rejoicing, they are eager to make a sound, just like a beautiful singer has been turned into a mute as painful, they need Yang Yi to appease!

Yang Yi walked in the ocean of musical instruments, at this time he had no waves, and the affairs of the outside world had nothing to do with him, he just wanted to appease this musical instrument with a soul. Yang Yi strode forward, walking towards a behemoth, he was as proud as a knight who wanted to retrieve his sword, and before he knew it, everyone's heartbeat began to speed up, and as soon as he touched it, a terrible shock would erupt.

Lifting the dusty canvas, Yang Yi gently stroked his sturdy body and smooth face, until he sat down, his flexible fingers touched the white keys, everyone felt that they were swept into the storm, he was impassioned, even if he was escorted to the execution ground, he still straightened his waist, and kept shouting in his mouth that his compatriots were burning with blood, and his country did not need others to rule!

Yang Yi's fingers even drew an afterimage, jumping one note after another, making a sound that had been rotten for a long time, they wanted to shout out, they were born to make sounds, if they were "sealed mouths", it was better to use them directly to burn the fire, because even so, they could let out a few unwilling roars.

Chopin's "revolution" Yang Yi doesn't know why he thinks of this piece, as if he regrets and grieves because of sympathy for these dusty "treasures". The "revolution" is impassioned, and at the same time, it is accompanied by this pain, the unforgiving martyrs have built today's beautiful world with their flesh and blood, and the revolution cannot be without bloodshed, in this case, then use my bones and my blood to be the first cornerstone!

Yang Yi seemed to hear Chopin's unwilling roar, more like returning to that dark small room in an instant, he was alone with a piano, and there was a little fire, he could only rely on playing the piano to express the pain of his country, he successfully used music to retain time, so that Yang Yi saw the humiliating time.

After Yang Yi finished playing, Zhang Chu looked at Yang Yi in awe with the eyes of a god, Yang Yi came to Zhang Chu and swiped his fingers: "These instruments are given the mission of making sounds when they are born, and you are murdering them by leaving them in the treasury, I beg you to give them a chance to speak again." Zhang Chu bowed his head and said, "As you wish!" ”