The melody of the violin is originally melodious and relatively smooth.

Listening to a solo violin is a pleasure that makes you feel as if a breeze is blowing through your heart.

However, at this time, He Xuan on the stage, the sound of him playing the violin seemed to be ......

Someone is sliding their fingernails over your heart, and the eardrums are pricked and pricked, and the whole person's scalp is numb, and there is an indescribable uneasiness all over the body, as if the next moment...... Your feet will crack open and you will fall into a terrible hell.

"This ...... What kind of bullshit is this!

It stands to reason that He Xuan is so "bad", Wang Wenbin should gloat and steal fun!

But now, his mood was not happy at all, the voice was so weird, almost turned out all the uneasiness, anxiety, and fear in his heart.

It was like the tip of a wave, so fluttering that he felt his throat choke.

Unable to breathe, he couldn't help but stand on his tiptoes, as if a boneless demon was grabbing your scalp with his bony claws and lifting you up.

"Why is this sound so weird?"

Zhang Jiale on the side also found that something was wrong, Wang Wenbin didn't understand musical instruments, he only felt that the sound made him very uncomfortable, and thought that He Xuan was pulling around.

But Zhang Jiale himself is proficient in two or three musical instruments, and he knows it well...... If he really didn't understand how to play the violin, He Xuan wouldn't be able to do it so naturally and smoothly, and the sound that came out would be just a noise that didn't form a tune intermittently.

However, at this moment, Zhang Jiale could not bear this abrasive voice, but he was ...... In this sound of the piano, I felt an unprecedented sense of "fear release".

His eyes widened, his breath became short, and his heart pounded......

The sound of this piano has a kind of magic, and it is obviously a big stage illuminated by lights in front of him, but Zhang Jiale seems to be in a hell.

He Xuan, who was holding the violin and swaying freely on the stage, was a complete demon.

"He Xuanhe...... What is this pulling? Why, all of us feel so uncomfortable, but ...... It was as if his whole body was trembling, and he couldn't move at all, or he didn't dare to move, and there was another voice in his heart that was eager to continue listening......"

Qin Kelan, who was sitting in the audience, stared at He Xuan on the stage in disbelief.

She deeply doubted, is this really He Xuan?

Is this really the He Xuan who has been criticized by himself for three years, hates iron but not steel, and only knows how to mess around when he comes to school every day?

Why does it seem so strange now?

Under He Xuan's BGM, the huge auditorium of the Poetry Association seemed to stand still in time and space, and everyone was in the same place...... With an expression of both "pain" and "enjoyment", he was engrossed in enjoying He Xuan's performance.

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly walked in very abruptly through the small door next to the auditorium.

This figure is a little old.

The white-washed old age shirt he was wearing, the most ordinary cloth shoes on his feet, his gray hair, and his eyes were bright under the gold-rimmed glasses.

He was attracted by He Xuan's piano sound, just like a hound that goes straight to its prey when hunting, and before everyone could react, he suddenly walked onto the stage.

"That's ...... Is ......it Mr. Zhong? Didn't he go to Europe?"

"It's really Mr. Zhong Lao, the most famous artist in the history of our city, the world-class pianist Mr. Zhong Shenxiu. ”

"It is said that when Zhong Lao traveled to Europe and the United States, he was received with the highest courtesy by the top heads of state of various countries. Even the Empress of England personally invited him to a royal dinner, conferring on him the honorary title of Duke of Art. ”

"Oh my God, look, Elder Zhong has come to power. He...... Oh my God, could it be, Zhong Lao sat in front of the piano, and he opened the lid. Oh my God, it's impossible, didn't Zhong Lao already seal the piano two years ago?"

Two years ago, Zhong Lao sealed the piano in public, but in front of many official media, the president of the United States visited China at the beginning of this year, and he specially sent an invitation to listen to Zhong Lao play a song, but he failed to do so, how could Zhong Lao ...... again?"

......

Stir!

Absolute mega sensation!

He Xuan is in Shenghai City, just a nobody who no one knows.

However, Mr. Zhong Shenxiu, a world-famous piano artist, is a great pianist and composer known as the "Beethoven of the East".

Even if there were so many veterans of the literary and artistic circles in Shenghai City, the number of times they had seen Zhong Lao was only a handful.

Even Yuan Bofu, the oldest chairman of the Poetry Association present, had to perform the junior salute in front of Zhong Lao, and respectfully looked at Zhong Lao's horse.

Even the invitation of the president of the United States and many European royal families, Zhong Lao could refuse without blinking an eyelid.

The reason why he sealed the piano is very simple, there are too many bullets in this generation......

But he has never bounced into his heart, perhaps in the eyes of the world, his achievements are already the top of Mount Everest that future generations cannot climb, but ...... If you can't satisfy yourself, you can't regret it for life until you die.

Therefore, Zhong Lao traveled to Europe and the United States, just to find these art capitals, the voice that can really pluck the string in his heart.

If it's not this sound, then why play it?

Unfortunately, though, traveling the world for two whole years.

I've been to Weiye!

Been to Paris!

Passing through London!

and then to Siling, New York......

I have seen a lot of artists, but I ...... I have never met the voice in my heart that has called for a lifetime.

Until......

Today, Zhong Lao just got off the plane during the day, did not alarm anyone, and returned to his residence disappointed and depressed.

Bought a bottle of sleeping pills, he thought, maybe that voice didn't exist in this world at all, so ...... He was going to look for it in another world.

This is the madness of the artist!

This is the madness of the artist!

If you don't go crazy, you won't become a Buddha.

But on the balcony full of green plants at home, looking at the bright moon in the sky, when he just unscrewed the cap of the sleeping pill, there were suddenly notes jumping in the night from not far away.

It's it!

It's the voice!

That's it!

The excitement and excitement are indescribable.

What sleeping pills had already been thrown aside, Zhong Lao quickly went downstairs, and went straight to the poetry association auditorium not far away after looking for the sound.

Without saying a word, he walked into the Great Hall.

He didn't look at the audience, he went straight to the stage......

There, there is a piano that he has loved all his life but does not want to touch again.

And today, he sat down at the piano again and gently opened the lid.

"Old man, we're fighting together again......"

For!

With slightly old fingers, caressing the black and white keys, he once again played the world's top "pianist" level.

Accompaniment!

Zhong Lao was actually giving He Xuan, who was playing the violin at this time, to accompaniment!

Oh, my God!

A world's top pianist actually came spontaneously to accompany He Xuan, which is also too ...... It's crazy! It's incredible!

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[This chapter is so difficult to write!I've been writing all day!I've revised it many times!So there's only one chapter for the time being! It's a new week.,Weakly ask for a recommendation ticket!Is it okay?]