Wang Ming is a fan of Lin Qingyi, he was watching Lin Qingyi's live broadcast, and saw that in the live broadcast room, Lin Qingyi was dressed in a white robe, and his hair was scattered on his shoulders.

"After watching the live broadcast, go open the door!" Wang Ming saw that it was rising, so he naturally didn't want to get up and open the door, it must have been his roommate who forgot to bring the key to go out, so he asked him to wait outside for a while.

However, the people outside the door were very patient, knocking on the door all the time, and the sound became more and more beating, which was even more enjoyable for Wang Ming, like having a drum accompaniment.

Finally, Lin Qingyi's song in the live broadcast room ended.

Wang Ming went to open the door unsatisfied, and when he opened the door, he heard a familiar girl complaining: "Dead Wang Ming, why did you open the door for so long?" My hands hurt! ”

"Ugh!"

Wang Ming was bitter in his heart, it turned out that it was not his roommate who was waiting outside, but his girlfriend, her girlfriend changed her hairstyle, a very ugly explosive head, if it was usual, he would definitely be angry, but now he has a weak heart, so he said: "Minmin, why did you change your head shape...... It's nice to blow up! ”

"Do you think I'm happy to do that?"

Wang Ming's girlfriend looked up at the sky at 45 degrees melancholy.

"Just now, I was getting a haircut at the barbershop, and halfway through the cut, the barber used a hair dryer to blow my hair, and he turned that heat up very hot! I told you, my scalp was hot, and the barber asked me, "Is it hot?" ”

"I must have said it's hot! Then, you see, he permed my hair! It's hot! Wang Ming, don't change the subject! Why did it take so long for you to open the door? It can't be something unsightly, right? ”

Wang Ming's girlfriend said, looking into the room.

This made Wang Ming very flustered, in order to watch the live broadcast of the goddess, he forgot to open the door for his girlfriend, if she knew, wouldn't she make trouble? Suddenly, he rolled his eyes and said, "Minmin, it's a pity! You missed a classic performance, I just watched an anchor play the guzheng, and it played it so well, just like your current hairstyle, it sounds so good! ”

"Sounds good, exploded? It shouldn't be described as such, right? In my impression, the guzheng is generally a quiet environment, cultivating people's sentiments, and people like me who can't calm down can't listen to it at all! ”

Wang Ming's girlfriend didn't believe it.

She has a different hobby from ordinary girls, she likes hip-hop dancing and restless music.

"I'll get you the replay later!"

Wang Ming took his girlfriend's little hand and entered the house.

"This streamer is pretty good! You won't fool me, watch this anchor because she's beautiful, right? ”

Wang Ming's girlfriend glanced at the live broadcast screen on the computer, and then looked at him suspiciously.

"Ahem! How could it be! I swear, I watched her live because she played the guzheng well, not because she was beautiful! ”

Wang Ming coughed dryly and said.

Coincidentally, at this time, Lin Qingyi finished playing a song and smiled at the camera: "Just now, many friends said that they hadn't heard it, so I'll play it again!" ”

"Minmin, sit down, Brother Yi wants to play again!"

Wang Ming's eyes lit up.

In the picture, Lin Qingyi is playing the music attentively, a pair of slender and slender jade hands sometimes caress the strings, the breeze blows slightly across the cheeks, the raised hair slowly falls, gently plucked, a crisp sound lingers in the ears, as if the soft sunlight shines on people's faces, warm, sometimes fast, like big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate, the shower is coming, mixed with the wind, the two of them seem to have a plantain that was swept in the wind, in the live broadcast screen, Lin Qingyi's dark eyes are extremely focused, Qianqianyu's fingers danced back and forth on the strings, like an elf, dancing the strings alone......

"It's so cool! I didn't expect that playing the guzheng could be so cool, Wang Ming, how about you say that I will also buy the guzheng and come back to learn? ”

Wang Ming's girlfriend listened to Lin Qingyi's song and said in admiration.

"Good! How bad! ”

Wang Ming touched the sweat on his head, and finally developed his girlfriend into a little fan sister of a brother, and he would not hinder him from watching the live broadcast in the future.

He looked at the live broadcast screen, and at this time, the live broadcast room was densely packed with barrages.

"First brother, why do you play the guzheng so well?"

"It's completely different from everyone else's!"

"Phantoms on all fingers!"

"First brother, if you want to trick me into learning guzheng, I'll go and learn it, although I just applied for a chef and haven't graduated yet!"

“……”

The scene of the signing of the piano and sword.

"Ahh Yes! It's so intense! No! ”

In the front stands, hearing the music start again, Lisa couldn't help but clench her legs again, her face flushed, and she cried out in a lost voice.

"Sister Lisa, what's wrong with you?"

"Music, music is amazing!"

Lisa's face was flushed, sweating, and a little weak.

"Is it really that good?"

Many people didn't understand it, although they also thought that Lin Qingyi's song sounded good, but they didn't dare to express their position.

"Do you have a professional analysis of it, how is the playing level of this Lin Qingyi?"

"That's it! It's just a good listen, sometimes, when I'm bored alone, I will shake my legs, and I shake it very well, but in fact, it's not artistic at all! ”

There are also fans of Qin Jian Wushuang who listened carefully for a while, and then said: "I finally understand why Lisa's sub-version is so intense, this song is played really, very vigorously, and it makes people's blood boil!" ”

"After listening to this song, I've turned black to fan!"

"I have registered an account, and I must send a wave of 6666!"

Ancient music group.

Qin Jian Wushuang pointed to the barrage in Lin Qingyi's live broadcast room and said: "Look at these barrages, you can't even say what's good, it means that they are just some laymen!" ”

Qin Guan also said: "What Wushuang said is reasonable! ”

A man named Ice Wolf in the group said, "Didn't you notice what the group leader teacher just said? ”

Suddenly, the group exploded!

"Huh? The group owner haunted? ”

"Since we entered this group, we haven't seen Master You show his face!"

Seeing the group leader haunting, a lot of group friends began to bubble, and many of them were very famous people in the ancient music world.

Who is Yuyong? He is a famous guzheng player, a professor of the Department of Folk Music of the Central Conservatory of Music, and a graduate tutor. He is a member of the Guzheng Expert Committee of the Chinese Musicians Association, a director of the Guzheng Expert Committee of the National Orchestra Society, and has won the "Outstanding Teacher Award for Colleges and Universities" of the Ministry of Education of the People's Republic of China.

He has led the team to participate in competitions abroad many times, and the students I know have won many international gold and silver awards, and I have also held solo concerts abroad many times.

His students call him Teacher You, and his peers call him Master You, and he founded this group not only for communication, but also for the purpose of selecting talents.

If he takes a fancy to him, if he is young, he may be accepted as a disciple, and if he has better qualifications, he may be recommended to the Huaxia Musicians Association.

Seeing that the group leader was criticizing Teacher Han's comments for being biased, Qin was concerned about mixing honey, and he pretended to be serious and said: "Old Tang, it seems that you also have a time to be eye-catching, you should pay attention to this, if you don't pay attention to being a teacher, you will mislead people's children!" ”

Qin Jian Wushuang also felt that Master You, the leader of the group, was reprimanding Teacher Tang, and saw a lot of acquaintances in the group, among which there was a famous guzheng beauty, so he said playfully: "Generally, if you play the piano well, the timbre is subtle and deep, so as to reflect the rich connotation of ancient musical instruments, otherwise, how could the qin be listed as the first in ancient qin, chess, calligraphy and painting?" Personally, I feel that the guzheng is similar to the guqin, and it should also be freehand, it should be subtle and deep, but this anchor is too exaggerated, not to mention that her guzheng strings are not right, and the sound she plays is not allowed, giving people a feeling, noisy and miscellaneous, just like today's impetuous society, everyone is chasing fame and fortune and forgetting their hearts! ”

Qin Jian Wushuang felt that he had said this very well.

Coincidentally, someone in the group recorded it and posted it on the Internet.

"What? Qin Jian Wushuang still has the face to criticize others for impetuousness? ”

"That's it! Why is his face so thick, he plagiarized in order to make money, and the truth is said in a bunch, a bunch of things! ”

"Also, I think Lin Qingyidan's "Battle Typhoon" is very good, it has momentum!"

"Who said that playing the guzheng must be subtle and deep?"

At this time, Master Qun Liyou spoke again: "Xiao Tang, I said that your evaluation is a little biased, because I think you underestimate this Lin Qingyi too much, and the playing skills shown in this song are at least at the level of Guzheng level 7!" ”

"What? Level 7? ”

"Level 7 is already very powerful!"

If Lin Qingyi knew You Yong's evaluation of her, she would definitely be surprised, because this song "Battle Typhoon" was the repertoire of the seventh-level exam in her previous life.

Master You still has a lot of questions in his heart, who reformed this guzheng string when it was increased to 21?

"I have to say, this is a very successful reform!"

You Yong watched the live broadcast, his heart was very excited, and he already had the idea of asking Lin Qingyi who was the string of reform.