At this time, the music was about to enter the climax, Wu Xian's face was silent, and he suddenly increased the frequency and speed of his hand movements and blowing and inhaling by a few percent, and the movements of his tongue also increased. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Geng Lao was enjoying Wu Xian's monotonous, but affectionate tune, suddenly the music turned suddenly, the tone was raised, and the feelings also changed, Geng Lao seemed to hear the effect of a variety of musical instruments.

The sound of "Qiang" in his ears came from time to time, and every short and powerful pause made Geng Lao's heart tremble, Geng Lao turned his head and found that the instrument was pushed back and forth in Wu Xian's hands, and the speed was extremely fast, which made Geng Lao a little dazzled.

Whenever the sound of "Qiang" came, Geng Lao carefully observed the movements of Wu Xian's hands, but he found nothing, only when the intermittent "buzzing" sound sounded, he could see Wu Xian's hands constantly patting.

Suddenly, I could hear the sound of "De'er", as if playing the drums, and the rhythm was very distinct; Suddenly, I could hear a "wow" sound again, echoing in bursts......

Geng Lao couldn't keep up with Wu Xian's rhythm at all, Wu Xian's hands seemed to be wearing colorful butterflies, and the movements were more and more, faster and faster, and sometimes they would suddenly raise but not fall.

The speed at which the instrument slid in Wu Xian's mouth became faster and more frequent, sometimes pulling abruptly for long distances, sometimes pulling for short distances as if it had never moved at all, and sometimes pushing and pulling back and forth in a small area at a rapid pace......

The silver harmonica, in Wu Xian's hands, seemed to transform into a streamer, which was very dazzling.

I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect that such a small instrument would have such a sharp performance effect, and the operation seemed simple, but in fact it was so locked.

What's more, Geng Lao can obviously see that Wu Xian's jaw and cheeks are constantly agitating, and he obviously uses his tongue when playing.

If it weren't for Wu Xian's movements being too fast, maybe Geng Lao would have been able to record the movements of Wu Xian's hands at a glance, but unfortunately, his lips were tightly closed, if Wu Xian didn't say it, Geng Lao would definitely never know how to move his tongue.

The culture of music and musical instruments is really broad and profound, and it will never be possible to grasp it all, this is Geng Lao's current thoughts.

Since there was no way to learn how to play this instrument through observation, Geng Lao simply closed his eyes and continued to concentrate on appreciating the music that suddenly changed in style.

There seems to be a drooping old woman in front of her, still guarding the window, but the windowsill is already covered with moss, and the sea outside the window has already become a mulberry field, and the memories of the past have gradually become without a trace of color, only black and white.

The old tears were horizontal, as if returning to the past, driving the lotus boat together, stroking the lotus leaves, but the beacon fire flickered in the distance, and the lover in front of him disappeared suddenly, and he didn't even have time to say goodbye.

A teardrop, I don't know when, quietly fell from Geng Lao's closed eyes, and the listeners also looked sad and tearful, and at this moment, the music sounded.

In everyone's hearts, it was like hanging a big stone, and it didn't know when it fell, which made it difficult to let go, and Geng Lao's eyes opened suddenly.

The Wu Xian in front of him was already sweating profusely and crumbling, but he still held the harmonica tightly with both hands and slowly pushed it between his lips.

Although Wu Xian pushed the harmonica slowly, he would quickly pull it back at the end of each section, and although the amplitude was small, Geng Lao still found it.

Whenever Wu Xian has this pull-back action, with the movement of clapping, the tone will inexplicably become a little regretful.

It's like an old woman, recalling the farewell to her lover back then, and her heart is full of sadness, but she has to accept the scene of being thousands of miles apart from now on, and she doesn't know when she will be reunited.

And the figure of the lover disappeared between the beacon fires, and never came back, but the old woman waited infatuatedly, from green silk to white hair, did not know the life and death of Lang, listened to the pipa alone, with a lifetime of regrets, waiting hard......

The music stopped abruptly, and no one saw the ending of the old woman, but everyone already understood in their hearts that she would die suddenly with lifelong regrets, waiting for no more results, and love was also annihilated by gunsmoke, ending in tragedy.

There was no applause, no applause, the surroundings were surprisingly quiet, Wu Xian opened his eyes weakly, and found that everyone's cheeks were moist, and the tears were still there, so he smiled reluctantly and sat on the ground with a "bang".

The sound of Wu Xian sitting on the ground made everyone come back to their senses, and they all stared at Wu Xian, who was sweating profusely, in a daze, playing a tune, how tired could they be so tired?

The poignant picture in everyone's mind is unforgettable, and for the first time in my life, I know that I can see all the joys and sorrows of the world by listening to the music, just like there is another poignant world in the song.

And through that picture, seeing all my own experiences, I have a different feeling, everyone listens to this song, has their own feelings, and can't help but think about it.

I don't know who gave the first applause, and intermittently more people joined in the applause, and gradually the applause spread throughout the city's riverside.

In this applause, the hardest is none other than Geng Lao, he has not felt this way for a long time, Wu Xian used a small musical instrument in his hand, making him seem to return to the era when he was still performing on the street and struggling to survive.

The music was listened to heartily, the applause was hearty, and even the memories were just as hearty, Geng Lao found that time has changed, and he has forgotten the original intention of learning to play the pipa, which seems to be a matter of the previous life.

And Wu Xian's performance brought back his original intention hidden deep in his bones, exposed it to the sun, in front of the public, and then stuffed the memory with a faint musty smell into his heart.

"Little brother, what's the name of your song?"

Wu Xian was now extremely tired, panting heavily, and replied in a low voice, "Thousands of miles away! ”

"It's a thousand miles away!"

Geng Lao felt that this name was very appropriate, he didn't know what was thousands of miles away in other people's hearts, but in his heart, the original intention that was gradually forgotten was as if it was sealed thousands of miles away by himself.

Now, he smelled the smell of the original intention thousands of miles away, and couldn't help but sigh, and was feeling in his arms, but found that Wu Xian stuffed the harmonica into his hand, and Geng Lao couldn't help but be stunned.

"What are you doing here?"

Wu Xian smiled weakly and said, "I see that you seem to want to get this, and now that I have lost, you can take it!" ”

Geng Lao was stunned for a moment, and asked dumbfounded, "Isn't this important to you?" ”

Laughing weakly, Wu Xian said breathlessly: "It's very important, but you like it!" ”

Geng Lao suddenly found that there seemed to be something hidden under Wu Xian's hanging, which made him ashamed of himself, thinking that he was aggressive and had to compete with Wu Xian, Geng Lao's face turned red.

"I didn't want this in the first place, you better take it back!"

Geng Lao said, still reluctantly glancing at the dazzling instrument in his hand, but suddenly found that Wu Xian took away the instrument in his hand without hesitation, and did not even leave him a chance to give up.

Wu Xian snatched the harmonica, stood up with difficulty, and said lazily in his mouth: "Why didn't you say it earlier, I took so much effort to compare with you, I'm tired to death!" ”

Geng Lao saw that Wu Xian suddenly changed his appearance again, and his eyes widened in surprise, this, did this kid learn to change his face?

Although Wu Xian's performance has ended, Geng Lao has not left, as if there is something else to say.