Smith leaned back in his chair, his eyes looking at Yan Tao for a moment, his pen and notebook in his hands.

Always be prepared to take notes.

The prelude, as he thought, is like a pastoral symphony, depicting a paradise.

However, it still has no connection with the title of the song.

Smith was looking forward to it, waiting, he had a hunch that the next tune would definitely be different.

He guessed right.

There is a change!

The sky is falling apart!

Mountains and rivers are falling!

The young man's slightly closed peach blossom eyes didn't know when they opened, and at this moment, the bottom of his eyes was as sharp as a dagger.

The slender and white fingers pressed heavily on the keys, as if under her hands were the shattered mountains and rivers and the falling stars!

Smith had never heard anything like it!

Mysterious, grandiose!

It should not belong to this era, it should belong to the bright future, the brilliant galaxy!

The music is getting faster and faster, and the rhythm changes several times.

The boy made full use of the timbre of the piano, and Smith's hands trembled and he felt the same way.

He seemed to be standing in the middle of the universe, standing outside a galaxy.

Witnessing war, killing.

Artillery fire exploded in the ears, and countless brilliant fireworks fell and destroyed along with the stars, dissipating into nothingness.

In the sound of the piano, accompanied by a strong murderous aura, it seems that he is the one who controls the war.

However, he was defeated!

can only become an outsider, watching the smoke dissipate all over the ground, and the bright galaxy will come to naught.

Grief, despair.

Smith's scalp exploded and he could hardly believe that it was just a piano song.

The young man at the piano withdrew his hand, his handsome face revealing a hint of indifference.

A song, the end.

Smith sat dumbfounded, immersed in the music for a long time.

Until he felt the coldness on his face, he reached over and touched the cold tears.

He listened and cried.

Smith's hands trembled, how many years.

He no longer has the heart to purely appreciate the music.

But when you hear the sound of the piano, your first reaction is, how is the technique?

Is the level of playing high?

The excitement of hearing the music at a young age gradually left him.

"Teacher."

Smith didn't take the handkerchief from the student, he stood up, his old face still showing some emotion.

The old man stood in front of the piano and looked at the boy silently, but without warning he stooped down.

The standard is 90 degrees, and the salute is made.

Yan Taojun's face was stunned, avoiding Smith's bow, "Mr. Smith, what are you doing here?" ”

Smith pressed the young man's hand, and his blue eyes were filled with tears at some point, "Yan, please accept my thank you." ”

Thank?

Yan Tao frowned and didn't avoid it anymore.

"For many years, I haven't heard a play that brings me into my feelings." Smith smiled wryly, "A virtuoso can't appreciate music purely. ”

What a sad thing for him.

"Yan, you have given me a new life today." Smith said solemnly, "I was reborn in my piano career. ”

"You Chinese people often say that the phoenix nirvana comes back from the dead. Probably it can be used to describe me at this moment. ”

Yan Tao: "Congratulations. ”

Granny Jiang smiled and said, "Mr. Smith, you have to ask my wife to watch your concert in the future." ”

The excitement in Smith's eyes was thick, and the knot in his heart for many years was untied, and the whole person was a lot more relaxed.

"That's absolute!" "When I'm ready," Smith said, "I'll be the first to invite." ”