Tian Zi shouted: "Lin Qianxue, you conscienceless, for your sake, I don't hesitate to destroy the image of a lady who has worked hard to manage, I didn't expect you to be like this-"

Lin Qianxue asked slowly, "Are you a lady?" ”

Tian Zi suddenly opened his mouth and stammered: "You-"

Wen Li and the others laughed when they saw Tianzi eating deflated.

Walking to the stage, Fu Chenxue asked, "Xiaoyun, how can I help you?" ”

Zhou Yun lightly soothed his wrist, picked up a violin, and said with a smile: "It's not for me - you play the 'forget the machine piano', I will play the violin accompaniment, and the two of us will sing "Believer" together!" ”

Fu Chenxue's eyes suddenly lit up, and she sighed: "Guqin and violin ensemble - a combination of Chinese and Western, it is really unique!" ”

Zhou Yun said confidently: "If we want to do it, we must be the best, and we must be unprecedented!" ”

Fu Chenxue laughed and said, "What an 'unprecedented'!" Since you're so confident, let's go crazy! After saying that, he walked to the "Forgotten Machine Piano" and sat down, and the moment his fingers touched the strings, the laziness and casualness disappeared, replaced by indescribable nobility and elegance, like lemon-colored moonlight, which has been shining into the depths of everyone's heart.

Tian Zi jumped up from his seat and cried out, "Oh my God, I'm not dreaming, am I? Is he really the Fu Chenxue just now? ”

Wen Li and the others also widened their eyes again, covering their mouths tightly with their hands, and from the crazy eyes, they could see the irrepressible shock in their hearts.

Lin Qianxue stared at Fu Chenxue intently, and the smile on her face was brighter than the cherry blossoms.

Seeing the scene on the stage, the audience couldn't help but be in an uproar, everyone is no stranger to music, but who has ever seen the guqin and violin playing together on the same stage? The audience held their breath, and the "Century Pavilion" was so quiet that it seemed that even a needle could be heard. The sound of the ancient piano rises like a soft butterfly fluttering in the moonlight. Immediately afterward, the clear sound of the violin poured out, like the evening breeze swaying in the woods. Even more beautiful than the sound of the piano is the singing voice as blue as the clear sky on the top of the Himalayas.

That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing for a night, not for enlightenment, but for a trace of your breath.

That month, I turned all the prayer chakras, not for excess, but for touching your fingerprints.

That year, I kowtowed and hugged the dust, not for the Buddha, but for your warmth.

In that life, I climbed 100,000 mountains, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the road.

At that moment, I soared into an immortal, not for immortality, but to bless you with peace and joy.

……

On that day, I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the prayer hall and suddenly heard the mantra in your chant.

That month, I shook all the prayer wheels, not for excess, but to touch your fingertips.

That year, I kowtowed on the mountain road, not for the audience, but for your warmth.

In that life, turning mountains and rivers and turning pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the way.

……

At that moment, I raised the wind horse, not to pray for blessings, but to wait for your arrival.

On that day, I built up the mani pile, not for the sake of cultivating virtue, but for planting the seeds of the heart lake.

That month, I shook all the prayer cylinders, not for excess, but to touch your fingertips.

That year, I kowtowed on the mountain road, not for the audience, but for your warmth.

In that life, turning the mountain is not for reincarnation, but only to meet you on the way.

……

The song of the qin passed away, as if the white wild crane flew over Qinghai Lake and disappeared into the beautiful glacier and snow field, leaving people with infinite reverie