Shangguan Han really saw Wu Haotian's current appearance, and he felt a lot of emotion. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But none of this matters, it's good for people to come back.

I don't know how many girls in the country will post upside down.

At that time, Wu Haotian was so ordinary that no one would recognize him if he was thrown on the street, but now Wu Haotian's temperament is completely out of the crowd.

"What the hell did he go through?"

But none of this is what he cares about now, because Sima Fengyun has already moved!

He walked towards Wu Haotian leisurely, and he couldn't see any expression, but the momentum on his body climbed to the extreme, incomparably expressing his anger.

It's like a grim reaper from hell.

Mu Ning'er was a little scared, and shrank to Wu Haotian's side, her heart was pounding at the moment.

She knows Sima Fengyun's terrible from all aspects, whether it is strength or means of doing things, he is definitely a ruthless character.

Sima Fengyun, a top genius in China, the Sima family is a young man, his strength is monstrous, and he is unpredictable.

Although Wu Tian returned, I don't know why he came back with a powerful cultivation, but after all, the age is there, and Sima Fengyun is a genius among geniuses, and for a while, Mu Ning'er didn't know what to do.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that she was so stupid, if she was not so impulsive, she would naturally not have so many things to see each other after her birthday.

"Mu Ning'er, you're a fool!" She muttered to herself.

"You are that Wu Haotian?" The corners of Sima Fengyun's mouth outlined a very strange arc, and said lightly.

There is no trace of hatred and warmth in the words.

He believed that with just a simple palm of his own, the boy would inevitably dissipate between heaven and earth.

Wisps of ants dare to compete with day and night?

Wu Haotian's eyes were like stars, not arrogant or impatient, and he replied simply: "Yes, so what?" ”

The momentum is not weak.

Sima Fengyun looked at the young man in front of him and nodded: "Of course it's not good, but to be honest, I still admire you very much." ”

"Because you're the first person in the world to dare to speak to me in that tone. I'm sure it will be the last one. ”

Wu Haotian smiled: "There are eighty for every hundred who threaten me in this life, but these eighty people don't seem to have a good time." ”

"In that case, you must also be a genius among geniuses, so why don't you have a discussion?"

Sima Fengyun asked, but his tone was unquestionable.

"No, today is Ning'er's birthday, and I don't want to do it."

To everyone's surprise, Wu Haotian actually refused.

The momentum Wu Haotian was not afraid of anything, but really wanted Mu Ning'er to have a happy birthday, instead of being so frightened.

After all, there is only eighteen years of human life. He didn't want Mu Ning'er to have regrets in the future.

Sima Fengyun didn't have any expression after hearing this, just nodded and said, "That's right, by the way, you don't seem to have given a gift yet." You might as well take it out and show it to everyone. ”

Although a simple sentence seems very ordinary, Sima Fengyun has his considerations.

Because he didn't know the people or forces behind Wu Haotian.

Many times since you don't know, you can only look at it from the side.

Maybe the gift that this young man took out could tell Sima Fengyun all these secrets.

Wu Haotian didn't pay attention to Sima Fengyun, but looked at Mu Ning'er, whose face was a little pale on the side, and stretched out his hand to brush her hair.

It's very smooth.

"Want to know what I gave you?"

The voice revealed this warmth.

"Hmm!"

Mu Ning'er thought for a moment and nodded solemnly. She was curious to know what kind of gift the boy had in store for her.

Even if it's a bad situation right now.

The corners of Wu Haotian's mouth outlined a shallow arc, producing two pear vortices, which were quite playful.

He slowly walked over to a Steinway piano at the edge of the hall.

The interlaced black and white keys have a different kind of beauty, but they only add to everyone's doubts.

What is he going to do? Could it be that this guy wants to play the piano? Is this the gift?

Even Mu Ning'er was a little incomprehensible to Wu Haotian's behavior.

"Bang bang."

Wu Haotian suddenly applauded, three applause, no more, no less.

"Let's let, let's let!"

Suddenly, the Mu family's assistant chef Ah San and a few subordinates walked into the hall carrying a guzheng.

Everyone's doubts are even greater, could it be that the teenager brought a band to celebrate?

Well, that's too old-fashioned, it's not a gift at all.

"Bump!"

A few people put the guzheng on the side of the piano and quietly left.

When leaving, Ah San still grinned ambiguously at this Wu Haotian, which suddenly made Wu Haotian feel the urge to hit someone.

Wu Haotian sat down sideways, with the guzheng on the left and the piano on the right.

Take a deep breath, close your eyes, and gently place your left and right hands on top of two very different instruments.

The coldness of the black and white keys touched the fingertips, and the strings as thin as swords slid across the skin.

A different touch, a different kind of gentleness.

This is the gift he gave to Mu Ning'er, and that regret is no longer her regret.

Everyone couldn't see through that young man, could it be that Wu Haotian wanted to divide labor with both hands?

One hand of the guzheng and the other hand of the piano?

No kidding.

They categorically do not believe that, first of all, there is an Eastern instrument and the other is a Western instrument, and that two very different constructions and notes are simply not something that one person can master.

Moreover, playing at the same time requires two uses, as early as the ancient ten generations, there were several god-level masters, who could fight each other left and right, with a sword in the left hand and a fist in the right hand, which could often explode extremely powerful power in battle.

It's like two people fighting.

But that's a legend after all.

In modern times, there are very few people who can really do two things, and it is impossible to do two things completely with a trace of energy.

But what is the boy's behavior now?

Even Sima Fengyun shook his head secretly, he also knew the guzheng and the piano, but he knew that it was impossible for these two arts to blend at the same time.

It's not about talent, it's not about hard work, it's about the structure of the human body.

Unless he is a man with three heads and six arms, but Wu Haotian in front of him is just a hairy boy.

"Boom-"

One key of the piano was pressed by Wu Haotian's slender fingers.

The sound of the piano is simple and soulful, soft as the winter sun, shining gentle, warm and calm. It is as cold as a steel ball sprinkled on the ground, with clear grains and penetrating bones.

Wu Haotian did not stop there, but continued to play with a trace of emotion.

As fierce as a roaring sea of fire, it is heartfelt and shocking. Deep as the night, sound as silent, its own bottomless power spreads to the sky.

From the first sound, Wu Haotian really calmed down and told the stories in the sound of the piano.

At the same time, Wu Haotian's left hand also moved! Slowly stroke the thin strings along the guzheng, pluck and play, calm and elegant, a fresh note from the fingertips, cool, through time and space, so that your comfortable expression unconsciously with the sound of the zheng.

The blending of different timbres of the piano and the guzheng is not compatible, but they are compatible.

The intersecting movements sound either lingering and sad, or the tinkling of spring water, or like a rattle of a horse. Its aftertones are of moderate length, and they are the most expressive of solemn and simple lyrical music.

Everyone's mouth grew up, and the surprise overflowed.

Actually...... I was really ejected by a teenager!!

How can it be?

One heart and two purposes, and the combination is so just right, there is such a divine hand in the world?

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