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Turning his head slightly, he saw the lyre on the table, and the body of the piano was polished brightly, which showed Chi Ling'er's love for it.

"How's your piano technique going?" Huangfu Qingtian sighed secretly, he didn't care about practicing with her recently. Her internal strength is still insufficient, she has to practice well, otherwise it will be easy for the old man of Mengyu Hanhai to find the weak point of the attack.

"There's been a lot of going on lately, and I haven't been able to take care of it. I just remembered that I practiced a few times today. Chi Ling'er said lightly.

Huangfu Qingtian pointed to the piano with his eyes and said, "I'll listen to two parts." ”

It is rare to have a listener, and Chi Ling'er quickly put aside the unhappiness caused by being suppressed just now.

The sound of the piano is gentle, unhurried, revealing tranquility.

"Yes, it is rare that you can recover your mood in a short period of time, the art of controlling the piano, the emphasis is on the word 'quiet', braking with static, responding to changes with inconvenience, this is the beauty of the internal strength of the piano, otherwise no matter how well the piano plays, it is just a musical sound into the ear, and it will not bring you any substantial help." Huangfu Qingtian took the opportunity to give Chi Ling'er some pointers.

Chi Ling'er remembered it in her heart, and suddenly thought of the remaining music rhythm in her mind about the snow on the ground, and couldn't help but ask Huangfu Qingtian: "Remember, we saw a photo of the snow?" ”

Huangfu Qingtian nodded.

"That's a good tune." Chi Ling'er's eyes were not without intoxication, and her thoughts seemed to drift away, intoxicated on the top of the vast snow-capped mountains.

With that, she stood up and looked out the window.

There is no snow in Kyoto, and you can't see such a magnificent and grand, and the rhythm of flowing music wrapped in silver is like a gift from heaven, which makes people listen to it for a lifetime.

Huangfu Qingtian did not speak, quietly made the edge of the piano, and gently stroked the strings with his slender palm.

In an instant, the sound of the piano is swirling, and the ups and downs are high.

Sometimes the waves are magnificent, sometimes the mountain springs are flowing water; Sometimes if the wind is gentle, sometimes if the ground is thundering; Sometimes fresh, sometimes rich.

Every artistic conception is beautiful to the extreme, elegant to the extreme.

The switching of rhythms, the intermittent frustration, retract and release freely, just right.

Chi Ling'er, who was fascinated by the hearing, slowly turned her head and moved her gaze back from the window, looking at Huangfu Qingtian, who was focusing on stroking the qin.

With his lofty spirit, his calm movements, elegant demeanor, and focused expression all exude endless charm.

Listening to this, Chi Ling'er felt more and more that she was far away from the real "qin", so far that she couldn't even say that she understood it, even if she had also learned a lot from Huangfu Qingtian for a long time.

He is a natural violinist, and no matter how he plucks the strings, the lyre will obediently walk out of the most perfect movement.

In fact, at this moment, not only Chi Ling'er was deeply shocked, but Huangfu Qingtian was also surging and his heart was rolling.

In his mind, a picture involuntarily emerged: under the sun, the breeze was blowing, in the large sea of golden flowers, bees were dancing, yellow flowers were everywhere, and the golden sky was endless.

Under the flowers, a table, a chair, a piano, two people.

Sit side by side, stroke the strings with four hands, and raise your eyebrows.

The aftermath is lingering, and a hundred flowers are the medium.

That kind of scene, like illusory, like reality, hovers in the mind and lingers. He can even smell the unique fragrance emanating from the sea of flowers.