The number of people who take classical music lessons is the least of all subjects, and the conditions of the families who come here are not bad, after all, the cost of playing classical instruments is not ordinarily large, and girls account for the majority.

Of course, as usual, some of them came for Feng Yan.

The tutor plucked the strings and played a song left over from the ancient earth period, and everyone else felt very charming when they listened to it, Xia Ruo didn't show any emotion, it was very bland.

Not to mention Feng Yan, lazily pestle on the table, he didn't listen much at all.

The instructor finished playing and swept the people in the classroom.

It was found that except for Feng Yan and Xia Ruo, everyone else showed serious expressions of appreciation.

He first ordered a few people to talk about their feelings, and the basic similarities they said were very ancient, and they all felt very ancient and very good.

Immediately, the tutor looked at Xia Ruo and said, "Xia Ruo, do you feel anything?" ”

Although Feng Yan didn't listen carefully when he looked at it, he didn't dare to call this overlord to get up and say it, otherwise there was a chance that it would ruin the atmosphere of the classroom.

Xia Ruo stood up, thought about it, and said truthfully and tactfully: "The music played by the tutor has no form and no spirit, flavor but no rhyme, and there is still room for improvement!" ”

The ancient instrument she is best at is also the guqin, and her piano skills are relatively high, so it is easy to find the disadvantages and shortcomings of the other party's conversation.

This piece is one of the top ten famous songs of the guqin in the earth period, but the tutor did not play that taste, and even a few notes are still wrong.

Regarding Chinese classical music, Xia Ruo really can't say anything against his will.

No one expected Xia Ruo to comment on the mentor like this, this is very bold!

The mentor was also stunned, and then he didn't expect Xia Ruo to think that what he was talking about was tangible and godless.

He smiled and asked, "Listening to what classmate Xia said, you should be very familiar with the guqin?" ”

Xia Ruo nodded: "It's quite familiar!" ”

"Then how about inviting Mr. Xia to come up and play a song for us now?" The mentor thinks that he plays very well, and since Xia Ruo thinks it is not good, then come up and prove it.

Xia Ruo also wants them to re-understand the correct way to open Chinese classical music tunes.

"Okay, then I'll be ugly!"

Xia Ruoluo sat down generously, and then tried a few notes first.

Watching her pluck the strings indiscriminately, many people wanted to laugh, but in view of the existence of the Feng Overlord, they could only hold back.

They think Xia Ruo is too pretending, right? Who wouldn't pluck the strings!

If you can't talk about it for a while, it will be a real shame, and maybe you will be disgusted by your mentor.

Could it be that she wanted to attract Feng Shao's attention? But if it can't be bounced, won't it reduce the favorability!

Xia Ruo seemed to be a little too anxious.

Some people are curious, and a small number of people are already waiting to see Xia Ruo make a fool of himself.

Xia Ruo tried the sound, and then reached out to tune the strings, the timbre of this piano was very average, she was not satisfied, and now she can only settle for it.

The tutor stood below with his hands folded, watching Xia Ruo tune the strings, his brows furrowed slightly.

Feng Yan changed his previous listlessness and looked at Xia Ruo with burning eyes.

She had heard her play the flute and Gu Xiao, but she had never heard her play the guqin.

Xia Ruo's slender and white hands fell on the guqin again, and just when everyone thought she was going to pluck the strings at will, a few notes jumped out.

Soon, the music reverberated in the classroom, and at first the melody appeared and disappeared, as if you were on the top of a high mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, and uncertain.

Then it was like a murmur, a cold current in the secluded world; Clear and cold, the trickle of pine roots.

In the end, it really seems to be a very surging view, with the image of a dragon roaring. Listen quietly, as if sitting on a dangerous boat across the Wu Gorge, dizzy, thrilling, almost suspect that this body has been running in the mountains, when thousands of ravines are contending.

The people present, whether they were instructors or students, were all immersed in the music, as if they were in a picture of mountains and rivers.