As soon as Wei Dongkui finished playing, the three girls who reacted immediately took out the tissue and handed it over at the same time, but Wei Dongkui was also accustomed to it, seeing that the three girls were about to wipe the fire with their big eyes, Wei Dongkui casually took one of the girls' tissues and wiped it.

And his actions made the other two girls a little dissatisfied, but Wei Dongkui didn't care, but looked at Canglong, his eyes were provocative, and said, "Teacher Cang, it's your turn!" ”

At the same time, the eyes of the others also fell on Canglong, but Canglong sat in front of the ancient yellow piano without any nervousness, and naturally played, which was also Rahe's third piano concerto.

When the sound of the piano sounded coherently in everyone's ears, the surrounding students all showed surprise, Canglong's hands were not a pair of hands that could play the piano, at least compared to Wei Dongkui's delicate and slender hands, they were rougher, but when these hands plucked the keys, they looked elegant and natural.

Wei Dongkui's brows furrowed suddenly, but he didn't believe that Canglong, a doctor of history, could have a high level of attainment in music, and the same was true for the two music teachers, and other students who couldn't understand it naturally didn't think that Canglong could finish playing this piece of music for them.

But what was even more surprising was that Canglong closed his eyes when he started his hand, but his hand was still plucking the keys, the sound of the piano was slow and smooth, his expression was so selfless and contemplative, his fingertips seemed to dance on the keys.

When Wei Dongkui played La San, there was no score in front of him, and at this time, Canglong also played La San without a score, but the difference is that Wei Dongkui focused on the piano from beginning to end when he played, but Canglong closed his eyes and looked up as if in his world at the moment, the music had been integrated with him.

The sound of the piano flows, and Wei Dongkui plays out of the feeling is completely different, just now I can't hear it, now a comparison, I immediately found that Wei Dongkui is completely walking according to the rhythm, giving people a feeling of a bit far-fetched, but Canglong is not walking according to the rhythm of La San, but without losing the tune of La San, the style is completely rid of La San, and it feels extremely natural.

Even the students who don't understand Rahe's Piano Concerto No. 3 don't feel that there is anything wrong or inappropriate with the sound, if you really want to talk about the difference, then Wei Dongkui's sound gives people the feeling that they are bound everywhere, without a little self-exuberant play, just playing according to the score in their minds.

And the sound of Canglong's piano gives people the feeling that it is like a bird that has escaped from a cage, flying out of the sky, free and free, without any restraints.

"How so!" Wei Dongkui was a little distracted, and even he couldn't help but be immersed in this kind of overflowing music.

"The rhythm has changed, the style has changed, but the tune has not changed, there is the charm of La San, but it is completely different from the tension and emotion shown by La San!" The two music teachers looked at each other, and they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

"What kind of style is this?" Another music teacher was strange.

At this time, the charm of the music took a sharp turn, revealing a sense of loneliness and desolation, which made everyone who listened to it feel desolate, and the bottom of the heart seemed to be surging with this feeling, which wanted to be vented, but in the end it was not able to be vented.

As the rhythm of the piano changes, the flavor changes again, just like jumping from a thirsty desert into an oasis, so much change, but people don't feel weird and irritable, just feel so natural.

In the sound of the piano, they seem to have come to this desert oasis, in the oasis, a woman covered in black veil stands in a pavilion, a hungry traveler, come to the oasis to find not only the water source of life, but also the love that people long, the release of emotions intertwined in music.

The traveler took off the woman's veil, the peerless face, ancient and modern is indescribable, the ** of love is burning, boiling, between ups and downs, there is no tiredness, only lovesickness, lingering together

I don't know how long it lasted, the rhythm changed again, and suddenly there was a sad cry in the lingering, the fire of love was extinguished, and the boiling turned into sadness, and the emotions intertwined for a while made people angry, revealing deep hatred, until reality shattered everything and everything returned to reality

The sound of the piano is slow, it seems dull, there is no restlessness, no boiling, no sadness, everything seems aimless

The sound of the piano slowly stopped when people's emotions fell to a low point, and at this time, there was a faint sadness on Canglong's face, but this sadness had disappeared before everyone realized it.

When he slowly stood up, looked at Wei Dongkui, who was in a state of trance, and said, "Do you still need to compare?" ”

Hearing this, Wei Dongkui came back to his senses, his eyes were intertwined with various emotions, the strongest was unwilling, but in the end he shook his head and looked decadent: "I lost!" ”

"What? Lost! Only then did the students of Class 9 react, the sound of Canglong's piano just now gave them too deep feelings, but when they recalled it at this time, they didn't seem to remember anything.

"How is it possible, he only played for a few minutes, how can you lose, and" several students were unwilling.

"That's right, what he plays is not the same as yours at all, and the time he plays is much shorter than yours, so he must have picked up those easy plays."

"That's it, although he played it just now, although it was okay, the time he played it was too short, far less than the time you played."

A group of people suddenly hugged each other, and some even talked about the length of time, but Wei Dongkui didn't speak, because he knew that he had lost.

"After playing Rahe's Piano Concerto No. 3 in thirty minutes, and it has a unique flavor, Wei Dongkui really lost!" One of the music teachers opened his mouth and said that in his eyes, these students who didn't understand music were simply fooling around.

"Thirty minutes?" Some students looked at the watch on their wrists in surprise, not counting the past tens of seconds, it was indeed thirty minutes, and they thought that only ten minutes had passed, which was what surprised them.

After looking at the time, they suddenly stopped talking, they looked at Wei Dongkui, as if they wanted to find some professional explanations from him, but Wei Dongkui lowered his head and looked frustrated.

In such a situation, they knew that they couldn't count on Wei Dongkui, so after a moment of silence, a student in Class 9 said: "Teacher, you can't pull the bias, Dongkui played for more than forty minutes, and the sweat flowed out, obviously the music he played was more difficult than Teacher Cang's, but you said that he didn't play as well as Teacher Cang, I think you are willing to help Teacher Cang!" ”

"Yes, Mr. Wang, you are a heart!" A girl in the outer class said, so a group of people suddenly had an excuse, and the whole music classroom began to make a commotion.

And the two music teachers suddenly had nothing to say, and what could they do with this group of unreasonable students? After saying a few words, it is estimated that the students will be said to be "officials and officials protecting each other", after all, although Canglong is a specially appointed teacher, but it is reasonable to be reasonable, they are all teachers, and the students naturally have a reason.

"Did Wei Dongkui play faster than Teacher Cang just now, just in terms of the speed of playing, Teacher Cang lost." Someone else said.

The whole music classroom was in an uproar, and not all of them were speaking for Wei Dongkui, and the arguments were endless, but Wei Dongkui, who saw such a scene, raised his head, and his mother's words came to his mind, "Music is not about length, not about skills, but about the feelings from the heart, and the rhythm that touches the soul"

Before, he had always thought that his mother's words were abstract, or that there was no such music in the world, but today he felt it, felt the heartfelt feelings, felt the rhythm that touched the soul, and the player was not a master of seventy or eighty, just a teacher who seemed to be ordinary.

Losing is losing, Wei Dongkui won't even have the courage to admit defeat, so he raised his head and wanted to tell everyone that he did lose, but at this moment, the sound of the piano sounded again.

"This is" Wei Dongkui's face changed.

The quarrel in the classroom suddenly stopped, and everyone looked at the source of the piano sound, only to find that at some point, Canglong sat back in front of the ancient yellow piano and began to play.

And this time the rhythm is extremely fast, everyone's mood is driven by this rhythm, Canglong's hand touches the keys, it is incredibly fast, and it even looks a little blurry.

Especially the rhythm of the piano sound, the people who are driven feel as if they are out of breath, because the flow of the music is so fast, and their hearts and ears have just accepted a section, and the second, third, and fourth sections come immediately

After about ten minutes, the sound of the piano ended in a hurry, and the entire classroom was dumbfounded, except for the slightly rapid breathing of Canglong, even a needle falling to the ground seemed to be heard.

"Who has a cigarette?" Canglong asked lightly.

Only then did everyone react, but they all made the same action, took a deep breath, and spit it out, and the rhythm just now made them seem to be suffocating.

"Didn't you?" Canglong asked again.

Hearing this, several boys subconsciously dug into their pockets, but they thought of something, took out half of their hands and retracted them, or one of the music teachers handed over a pack of cigarettes, thinking that Canglong wanted to smoke to relieve the fatigue just now.

But what no one expected was that Canglong took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, stretched the cigarette butt into the strings, and only heard a few "zizi" sounds, and the smoke was actually ignited by the strings.

Looking at the smoke wafting out, both the students and the teachers were dumbfounded.

"This is history?"

"Doctor?"

"It's so perverted!"

It is unbelievable that a Ph.D. in history can play the piano so well, and it is enough to play it well, and it is enough to play the strings hot enough to light a cigarette.

In the past, they thought that this was just a special effect in the movie, but they didn't expect that there was such a master in reality, and this master was also their future homeroom teacher, as for winning or losing, it seems that there has been a conclusion, even if students who don't know the piano don't know what to say.

People can play the strings warm enough to light a cigarette, what else can they say?