Sometimes Teacher Xiao would accompany Zhao Mengyao and listen to her play the piano quietly.

I remember that Teacher Xiao commented on her: "You were born for music. Without the music, you probably won't be able to live. ”

This sentence is incisive.

Zhao Mengyao is so dependent on notes and melodies, these things are almost dissolved in her life, and they are closely related to her fate, and they live in symbiosis of honor and disgrace.

In front of her was an electronic keyboard, with a black and white keyboard, Zhao Mengyao gently pressed a black key, and Qingyue's voice responded to her.

Zhao Mengyao felt like an angry little beast in her heart, tearing at her flesh and blood, trying to break through the restraints, pierce her chest, and gain freedom.

She could only passively suppress the angry beast, tame it, punish it, and whip it with violent and noisy music.

Let the King of Beasts lie dormant at her feet, and listen to the beast's terrified wails.

Wei Quan was almost stunned.

The girl in front of her was only about one meter six in height, as if the thin wind was blowing, and her slender jade fingers were slender and beautiful, but at this moment, it was like a volcano about to erupt, erupting with amazing power.

This power is not a physical or physical force, but a sensory experience brought by the music she plays.

The wind-like and rainstorm-like tunes sounded non-stop, shocking and amazing everyone present.

Even Lu Mingyu, who was very close, couldn't see the trajectory of Zhao Mengyao's fingers clearly.

Zhao Mengyao's body fluctuated slightly with the movements of her hands, as elegant as a reed swaying in the wind, and her fingers fell on the keyboard lightly or lightly, but what she played was such a song with tenacious vitality and vigorous burning.

Near the intersection here, more and more passers-by rushed to hear the sound, and they all showed surprise when they saw that such a powerful piece of music came from the hand of a young and thin little girl.

The rest of the band froze in place, and no one thought to help with the accompaniment and response. They simply can't keep up with this speed, and they lack the strength. Besides, they had never heard this piece played by Zhao Mengyao.

It felt like she was improvised by her. If it is a random song created on the spot, it can only be said that this girl is an out-and-out genius.

Passers-by could only see that the four big men in the band were all stunned in place, watching a little girl of unknown origin play the piano together.

More and more people raised their mobile phones to record the magical sight.

Zhao Mengyao didn't care about other people's thoughts at all. She was immersed in the music, venting all her anger, doubt, panic and sadness.

The notes jumped before her eyes as if they had been materialized.

Suddenly, she heard a shout.

"Meng Yao!"

The voice seemed to tear her closed world apart. The music stopped abruptly, and Zhao Mengyao stopped playing and stared blankly in the direction where the sound came from.

The tall and handsome man pushed aside the crowd of onlookers and ran towards her with a solemn face.

Zhao Mengyao was slightly stunned. It wasn't until the man grabbed his wrist that he had a reaction, but he frowned in disgust and shook off his hand: "Don't touch me!" ”

Zhao Mengyao, who was drunk, spoke with a big tongue, but these three words were said loudly.

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