This song is a tune that Qi Lin likes very much.

When he was still a student, he often felt that he couldn't listen to this textbook song, because he was still a little young at that time, and he liked to speed up the tempo and make it more impactful.

The name of this piece is "Farewell".

Whether it's a piano, flute, violin, any instrument can play a piece that makes people cry or indulge in it.

A very beautiful tune, at this moment, under Qi Lin's fingers, in the piano, in the singing, fluttering out.

If there are a thousand Harlemuts in the eyes of a thousand readers, then a thousand people can play or sing a thousand "farewells".

This time the people were completely silent.

It's no longer the first teasing and curious look, nor is it the second complete mockery, but the softness of the face, because it's really good.

The perfect piano sound, Qi Lin's mature and magnetic voice, and the songs with emotion, make people want to get drunk so much.

Even Chen, who has always been sneering, this pianist at sea, when he heard this song, the corners of his mouth drooped, his face was first full of surprise, and then he nodded, it was really good, very flavorful tune.

Chen didn't know how Qi Lin did it, and secretly thought to himself, it seems that this guy is a genius, and more people think that this is not acting, is this grade improving a little too fast, if it is a normal person, there is such a pervert to learn so quickly?

After the song, no one came back to their senses.

When Qi Lin stepped aside, applause began to erupt.

At first it was like raindrops, but it turned into a storm.

Qi Lin just smiled faintly, not half arrogant, full of humility.

"Hehe, it did surprise me."

Chen walked up to Qi Lin's side and said something like this.

Qi Lin was stunned and said lightly: "The piano is really interesting, and it seems that I will find an opportunity to play more in the future." ”

This sentence suddenly twitched the corners of Chenqi's mouth, it is true that he is a genius, but he has survived more than ten years from childhood to adulthood, plus his talent and infinite inspiration for the birth of music, he can be called a pianist at sea.

People all took a deep breath.

"I feel like the showdown is really just beginning."

"Let's do the real show."

Tatsumi walked over to the piano and didn't sit down immediately.

Instead, he suddenly took out a cigarette from his cigarette case.

I lit it and took a puff.

Then he raised the cigarette with one hand, and with confidence and pride written on his face, he turned around everyone.

Then put the cigarette on the piano and let the smoke start to burn.

And then he began.

It was like a volcanic eruption at the beginning, and his hands were no longer as gentle as the first two times, but as fast as the wind.

Everyone was amazed, including Qi Lin, the jazz that hit everyone's nerves, so fast, so fast rhythm and melody!

Crazy playing, amazing songs!

His tears flowed, like a wounded beast weeping, and the song could not be described in words, as if it were a magic sound, conveying an emotion that no one else could understand.

Anger, roaring, sadness, pain, endless sorrow, fiery emotions and emotions that only Tatsu himself can understand.

Everyone was infected by what came out of the magic sound.

When it was over, Chen wiped a handful of tears, then stood up, looked at Qi Lin, his eyes were full of pride and confidence, and then grabbed the cigarette with his fingers and circled around the center of the field.

A cigarette is burned just off, and the song is just over!

Crazy applause, high respect for an artist!

Immediately, someone shouted excitedly.

"Oh my God, Chen, is this what you just created?"

"It can be regarded as a piece that was unfinished before, but today it is just complete."

Countless people let out an exclamation!

Qi Lin kept clapping, which was really amazing.

"It's his turn!"

"He must not be able to win, how can he compare with Chen's magic sound and difficult techniques, he is going to lose!"

"Although he is a genius, he can't compare to Chen after all."

People talked again, all eyes were on Qi Lin, this was the most confrontation.

lost the first and second games, and Qi Lin's amazement in the third game made people feel that there was still something to watch, but as soon as Chen's song came out, if Qi Lin couldn't reach this level, he wouldn't have to continue to compare.

Qi Lin listened to everyone's discussions, and his face was calm.

Chen stepped aside, stood in front of the crowd and looked at Qi Lin, waiting for Qi Lin's scene.

Just in the silent waiting.

Qi Lin suddenly walked in front of Chen.

No one could figure out what he was going to do.

I saw him stretch out a hand and say in a flat voice: "Is there any smoke?" Can you give me one? ”

Everyone, including Chen, was subconsciously stunned.

Then Chen handed out a cigarette to Qi Lin.

"He also wants to learn to compose a song with a cigarette? Damn, who did he think he was? ”

"I'll it, it's too arrogant!"

Music creation, a cigarette and a tune, this is not a casual play, first you create a tune, how do you ensure that the tune you are inspired by is exactly the time of a cigarette, procrastination and fraud can be seen and heard by a discerning person at a glance, and even if Qi Lin really created it, how could he achieve Chen's kind of technique?

So countless people laughed out loud in disbelief, this guy is really an out-and-out madman!

But Qi Lin's next action made everyone laugh dumbly, and they were even more stunned.

For instead of lighting a cigarette and taking a puff, he walked up to the piano and put an unlit cigarette on the piano.

"What does that mean?"

"What the hell is he trying to do?"

Everyone was puzzled, including Chen, and their brows were furrowed.

Qi Lin's beautiful ten fingers were placed on the piano.

After a moment of silence.

Qi Lin pressed his ten fingers heavily, and the piano let out a roar.

Then Qi Lin went crazy, yes, his ten fingers went crazy!

It's as fast as having four hands playing on the piano, and it's faster than Chen!

Everyone's eyes widened, all of them looked incredible, rubbing their eyes, it was so fast, so fast that you couldn't see it clearly!

Qi Lin himself has never heard this song, yes, Qi Lin himself is original.

The plate in the waiter's hand fell, but no one noticed, an old man's dentures slipped out, but he didn't pick them up at all, and a man who was pouring wine was stunned, and the wine overflowed the glass.

If the magic sound of Chen's song just now expresses sadness.

So Qi Lin's song expresses only one word.

War!

Battle, Battle, Battle!

Turn all emotions, all stories, and all things that have been buried in your heart for a long time into one word, war!

With the keys, with the piano, with the ten fingers to express it.

Qi Lin is crazy, everyone is crazy, the piano is obviously a relatively soft instrument, how can it be like a god beating drums and shouting!

Everyone's eyes were spent, too fast.

This, can you believe that he is still the guy who asked you how to pronounce the piano a while ago? A newcomer?

Chen's sorrow is the sorrow of roaring, and Qi Lin's battle is the battle of sorrow and anger unwilling to be lonely and lonely!

Whether it is a man, a woman, an old man or a child, they are all excited by Qi Lin's song, and they have a feeling of wanting to run and shout.

I don't know how long it took for Qi Lin to stop.

Countless people are still immersed in shock and intoxication.

The waiter didn't pick up the plate that had fallen, and the old man who slipped out of the dentures found it and quickly picked it up.

Then, Qi Lin made a move that made everyone unforgettable tonight, no, an action that will never be forgotten.

This one wears a grimace mask, not a clown, more like a mysterious god, oh no, the beast, and no, no, the devil, well, the devil's guy.

Standing up, his fingers pinching the unlit cigarette on the piano.

It was then put on the strings of the piano damper.

No one was mistaken, after Qi Lin's crazy playing, which no one could see, the cigarette was placed on the piano xuan.

"Cluster."

The cigarette was lit.

"OMG!" A fat woman screamed and grabbed her hair, forgetting that it was a wig, looking incredulous.

"Oh my God!"

"How fast the hell is it, the strings are hot, can, light a cigarette!"

"God, help me."

"Who the hell is he?"

"God testifies that he must not be a newcomer, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!"

People are crazy.

Chen's body was trembling, not with anger, but with shock, and his brain was shaken with a huge shock.

The cigarette butt ignites a beautiful spark.

Qi Lin pinched the cigarette and walked in front of Chen.

"Pumping too much hurts your body." A faint word, and then put the cigarette into the mouth of Chen, who was motionless and dumbfounded.

Turn away.

What was left to the people was a god-like back, and that long white hair that stood out.