Lu Dinggong and Qi Jinggong all have different colors on their faces, and this rhythm is not good to listen to separately, but when they are combined, it is different, and the atmosphere is majestic. The two young ladies beside Qi Jinggong, Lu'er and Hong'er, looked at each other, this scumbag is really good at playing.

But the old man Kongqiu, who was facing away from everyone and pouring wine with his head up, was also a little stunned, he liked old antique Shao music, he didn't like these pop music, and it was very rough, his movements were a little paused, and he wanted to turn around and scold on the spot. If you kid can't play, don't play, why do you deliberately mess around and defile the celebrant's piano in vain!

Jingle Bell –

Bursts of clear and rough but smart strings, when the timbre is raised to the highest place, does not fall, but like a river rushing, tsunami raging, and like a storm and rain surging in all directions, like rain and fog into thunder, double like the drift and loneliness between the mountains and rivers in this canyon, the spiritual sound is everywhere and incomprehensible, wanton roughness pouring out in the ears of these masters!

The rhythm of this Zigong's hand is not very beautiful, the fingering is not very exquisite, and even some rustiness and mistakes at the beginning, and the attainment of the player is obviously not high.

But the peculiar rhythm and domineering in the string sound, the unintelligible and uninhibited, but really wandering around in the air, in fact, this Zigong is not playing skills, playing is domineering and big, not like the old man Kongqiu pays attention to classicism and elegance, and naturally returns to Lu after returning to the country of Lu without the wordy old man scolding!

However, this rhythm really has a kind of pride that impacts the hearts of everyone present, of course, except for the old man Kongqiu, this kind of rhythm can not be restrained by the shackles of form! There is no realm of happiness, no matter what the worlds are, most people are of the same heart and have the same heart, of course, excluding a small number of pickers, the perception of spiritual power cannot be extinguished here, and it is impossible to cut it off like this.

When Zigong heard Kong Qiu's Shao music, he was drowsy, and Kong Qiu was equally disdainful when he heard this pop music!

"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. Tracing back to it, the road is obstructive and long. Tracing from it, it is like being in the middle of the water.

The leaves are desolate, and the white dew is not dawning. The so-called Yi people are in the water of the Mae. Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and climbing. Tracing from it, it is like being in the water.

The leaves are picked, and the white dew is not over. The so-called Yi people are in the water. Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and right. Tracing from it, it is like being in the water. ”

This poem came from the previous dynasty, used to ridicule Qin Xianggong for not using Zhou Li to consolidate the country ("Mao Poem Preface" and "Zheng Jian"), when the alliance was met, Zigong also insinuated that Qi Jinggong did not understand Zhou Li, and the maker of Zhou Li was Zhou Gongdan, the founder of Lu State, and this poem is difficult to determine the gender of "Yiren".

However, most scholars at the time regarded this poem as a love poem, and it should be written for the pursuit of the person in their hearts and could not be obtained. In fact, this is not the original intention of this poem, the original intention is to miss the old ministers of the Western Zhou Dynasty who miss the old master, and compose poems to clarify their aspirations. However, everyone's explanations are different, the public says that the public is reasonable, and the mother-in-law says that the mother-in-law is, and it is difficult for future generations to clarify who is right.

Ah Ci gradually fell into a wonderful ethereal realm, just like the epiphany of the masters of the piano world, at this time the hands began to flow smoothly, the ten fingers flew and followed the feeling of rampage, from the beginning of their own fingers because of the lack of practice for a long time and dull and rusty, to the end of the gradual flow of spiritual power more and more to play, played again and again is not enjoyable, over and over again, gradually found the feeling familiar, and found a hearty state, maybe this is the so-called poetry and distance.

Zigong's landscape in front of him looks really picturesque and dreamlike, he Zigong is just a hurried passer between heaven and earth, and no one cares about him after playing this mess, he plays and sings without leaving a trace, but he asks this Qilu Alliance to come over and have no regrets.

The emotions in his chest were surging like thunder, Ah Ci entered the highest realm of forgetting words, forgetting the two young ladies around him, forgetting the Qilu Alliance, forgetting everything, immersed in the world of forgetting words created by himself, there was an inexplicable joy that could not be vented!

He suddenly opened his mouth, closed the strings, and sang loudly: "Pujia is desolate, and the white dew is not dawning." The so-called Yi people are in the water of the Mae. Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and climbing. Tracing from it, it is like being in the water. The leaves are picked, and the white dew is not over. The so-called Yi people are in the water. Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and right. Tracing from it, it is like being in the water. ”

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The canyon mountains and rivers of the Qilu Alliance are quiet, the flowers and birds are still around, Zigong forgets his feelings between Qilu, and the free mountains and rivers can't compare to his own mind, so he plays and sings a song by himself. Ah Ci's singing skills are really flattering, the broken voice is very noisy, but the voice is low and magnetic.

The most important thing is that he is free and uninhibited, and under the unbridled and unrestrained emotions, he has another unique charm of simplicity and purity, called the realm of great beauty and clumsiness, which shocks the hearts of everyone in the Qilu Alliance!

Since the beginning of the performance, everyone has never heard such a strange melody but harmonious piano sound. The celebrants and Lingqi present were all masters, and they were all immersed in savoring, of course, the old man Kong Qiu was an exception, and some people couldn't appreciate it, just like a fixed mind.

However, in addition to this old man Kongqiu, there are also a large number of pop music masters, who can't help but be intoxicated, and their emotions are mobilized by Zigong. Lu Dinggong muttered in a low voice and followed He, repeatedly opened his lips, and gradually, a bright color appeared in the eyes of this pop music player, and he looked up at Ah Ci, who was dancing in the sky blue robe and dancing in the wind, with long hair flying, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a sincere appreciation smile, which I like.

Qi Jinggong's face was stunned, he was also a good player of pop music, hearing this music equivalent to rock and roll, he couldn't help but be a little intoxicated, as if he couldn't believe that this kind of piano sound could be played by Ah Ci, a gentleman who didn't learn and didn't know how to do it. As the overlord of one side, he has struggled on the land of Qi for many years, and he has gone through many decisive battles in the bloody wind and rain, and he has his own yearning for Zhou Li in his chest.

Zigong put those who have been working hard for heaven and earth for many years, establishing their lives for the people, and the emotions of ambition and inability to relax, those longing for a better future and the love for the little brute girl who have been lost in the Cangsang years for more than ten years, are all rushing out again in the sound of the free and fearless piano by Ah Ci at this moment, and it is full of heart, making his eyes full of passion and thoughts, looking at the golden sun that breaks through the clouds in the sky, and feels that the world is quite beautiful.

With the initial sluggishness to the current agility, as the two sides of Qilu and Qi cheered loudly, the high-level leaders of these alliances either laughed, or closed their eyes and took a deep breath, or enjoyed it, and one of them actually sang and harmonized. Of course, this poem is a popular poem, and it will be sung by everyone.