Tang Fan's face was gloomy, and there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, he had already heard about Huang Qian's situation, after all, a handsome and messy person, where is the focus, as for the family background, I don't know, but from the daily behavior and habits, it should be average, if you want to be a hero to save the beauty, you don't weigh yourself.

Huang Qian came to the podium steadily, raised his head and looked down, all kinds of expressions of the people were in full view, as a founding ancestor, what big scene has not been seen, whether it was the top of Mount Tai or the South China Sea vicious battle, the momentum is the first priority, the two armies face off without a fight and surrender the soldiers, this is the best policy, the invisible momentum envelops the entire classroom, and the ensuing sense of solemnity comes to the face, and the feeling of the students in the front row is more obvious.

The silver-haired professor's face changed, and he secretly said in his heart: This is the style of a master, back then, it was only at the recitals of several masters that there was this kind of head-on-face feeling, but now since it was issued on a little-known student, this son is not simple, based on this alone, Tang Fan is too far behind.

The accompaniment sounds, Huang Qian is intoxicated, the flute is gently placed on the mouth, with the sound of the first note, the whole picture slowly unfolds in front of everyone's eyes, if Tang Fan's performance of "Walking Song" is the heroic and uninhibited of the ancients after drinking, then Huang Qian's mouth of "Walking Song" is the tragedy on the battlefield, the yellow sand is all over the sky, the ruins and broken walls, a bleak scene, the yin wind is lined up, the yellow sand rolls up the burnt flag, and in the long sand, the smoking wood emits a disgusting smell. Several vultures hovered over several corpses that had not yet been completely buried by the sand, and several arrows were still on the corpses, but the broken spear was still in the corpse's hand. In the distance, the shouts of tearing and killing are endless, and perhaps there will be tens of thousands more corpses tomorrow morning. The yin wind began to howl angrily, as if to awaken the dead soul.

After the performance of a song, everyone was still intoxicated with grief and could not extricate themselves, the emotional fragility of the girl tears fell from the corners of her eyes, for the students living in the era of peace, the war has been too far away from them, and now hearing such a tragic performance, the tragedy of the ancients defending the country and killing the enemy outside the fortress comes to mind, and the heart is full of emotion, and more ancestors are full of respect.

The applause sounded like thunder, and even some boys gave a standing ovation, Xiao Yayi's eyes were moist, she never thought that Huang Qian still had such a side, strong and iron-clad, this is a good Chinese man.

"Yes, yes, you can play this song as you think it is, just by virtue of this, you have a full score in this semester's course, classmate, what's your name?" The silver-haired professor secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, war was not new to him, after all, he used to live in that red era, and now he thought about it again, and his feelings were even more profound, too few young people can have this kind of consciousness now.

Every word of the silver-haired professor's evaluation pierced Tang Fan's heart like a knife, and at this time he felt that he was like a clown jumping off the beam, and he had become a laughing stock on such a big occasion, Huang Qian, okay, this son remembers you.

"Teacher, my name is Huang Qian." Huang Qian collected the flute and said respectfully, he didn't pay attention to Tang Fan's careful thoughts.

"Huang Qian, good name, I know." The silver-haired professor nodded, his eyes misty, as if he had not yet shaken off the emotion he had just had.

Just when the students thought that the matter was over, seeing the appearance of the old professor, Huang Qian couldn't bear it, and suddenly said: "Teacher, I composed a song some time ago, I want to take this opportunity to let the teacher guide me, I don't know if it's okay?" ”

Surprise, what is a surprise, Huang Qian's level of the old professor has been recognized, now Huang Qian proposed to create a song by himself, the meaning is different, creation and performance are completely different things, creation has very high requirements for the creator, for a music lover is the proudest thing is that a new star is born in front of his eyes, the old professor is no exception, and quickly said happily: "Of course you can!" ”

Holding the flute, Huang Qian blew the first note in the surprised eyes of his classmates.

A very melodious prelude, like crying and complaining, made everyone's thoughts suddenly become unreal, like a dream.

The flute sound is light, the melody is melodious, sometimes it is low like chanting, sometimes it is excited, and it is very soft and moving. Dozens of teachers and students seem to have been brought into a mysterious space that has never been seen before, where there are towering mountains, rushing rivers, towering magical buildings, as well as people and beasts flying around, the morning mist is vague, the pavilions and pavilions, and the cranes are flying, as if they are in a fairyland.

Originally, Huang Qian just wanted to relieve the professor's sad mood, but when the flute sounded, his whole person fell into deep memories. He remembered one of his most respected predecessors Zhao Mu, Zhao Mu entered Kunlun with a humble body, practiced for a hundred years and his talent was excellent, straight to the Yuan Baby, and then went out to hone and met Xue Xue, the two fell in love at first sight and decided for life, but unfortunately Xue Xue was born too weak, the two sects did not agree since ancient times, and the head of the Taixu family privately matched Xue Xue to his son, on the eve of the wedding, Zhao Mu went to rob his relatives, outnumbered, fell into the cliff without injury, life and death are unknown, Xue Xue saw that his lover was gone, heartbroken and martyred.

When the flute enters the martyrdom part of the finale, a poignant love tragedy enters the climax, and the greatest sorrow for a man is more than meeting the person who fell in love when he was at his weakest, wanting to protect but powerless.

At this time, I don't know when a large group of people gathered at the door of the performance professional class, everyone listened so drunk with their eyes closed, no one made a sound, everyone was immersed in the beautiful music for a long time. The teachers and students in the classroom also integrated their souls into the artistic conception of the song, and they seemed to see that they and their lovers were the immortals flying above the nine heavens, both of them were playing with flying swords, and their mood was extremely happy, so that people were immersed in the beautiful scenery for a long time, lingering, and it was interesting. Suddenly, blood spilled in the air, and I saw my lover fall into the valley, and finally drew his long sword and killed himself.

The contrast is so strong that people are very adapted, and even a long voice sounded in the classroom: "No ......" song is not dispersed, when people come back from the beautiful artistic conception of the music, they find that they have already burst into tears, and what they are most looking forward to for the young people in the flower season is love, and what they are most afraid of losing is love.

After a long time, the old professor spit out four words: "Lingering sounds!" ”

"Huang Qian, what's the name of this song, is it really your original song?" The old professor asked excitedly.

Although it has been half a minute since the end of class at this time, everyone is immersed in it, unwilling to leave, women are sentimental, and at this time, a question in their hearts has been asking themselves, if such a thing happens to them, how will they choose.

"Teacher, this song is called "Dust", and it is based on a love story." Huang Qian replied truthfully.

"With this song, if you want to develop in the music industry in the future, I can introduce you." The old professor said with emotion.

"Thank you, teacher!" Huang Qian said.

Huang Qian saw that everyone was still pondering, so he secretly slipped away through the back door, lest some gossipy people ask questions.