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Before Chen Yu finished speaking, he was interrupted by another guy in front of him who didn't seem simple, Liu Wu No. 1 walked straight to the various pianos placed on the table and picked them up directly.

It seems to be divided, but it is not, it is also an experience of life.

Xia Huang, Huang, Huang Xuan, with the name of the dynasty that created a hereditary precedent 4,000 years ago, from the public world to the family world as the surname, Huang is also just like the character style set, silent and few words but as bright as firelight.

Hobbies of ancient poetry, all kinds of music, orphans, this is the setting of his identity, Zhang Xuan's hacking technology has easily made an additional information file.

A crisp and brief sound sounded, this single tone echoed in the quiet room with a small number of people, and everyone couldn't help but look at Xia Huang, who walked past one piano after another, each of which only plucked the strings slightly and walked directly, seemingly dissatisfied.

Everyone looked away and continued to sit on their own business, and the old man on the chair not far away twitched his ears.

The old man was holding an erhu, which made Liu Wu marvel in his heart.

Erhu began in the Tang Dynasty, has a history of more than 1,000 years, it first originated from an ethnic minority in the ancient northern region of China, at that time called "Xi Qin", the Tang Dynasty poet Cen Shen contained "the Chinese army to drink and return to the guests." Huqin Pipa and Qiang Flute", Huqin has begun to circulate in the Tang Dynasty, to the Song Dynasty, Huqin was named "Ji Qin", and Erquan Reflecting the Moon, Good Night, Listening to Song, Empty Mountain Bird Language, Cold Spring Wind Song, Moonlit Night and other songs are all famous tunes.

But what really amazed Liu Wu was the old man's erhu playing, there was not a single string on the piano, and the other hand holding the bow was pulling in the air, reveling in his own world.

Is this fake?

Liu Wu was sure that it would not be a fake, and the strong feeling in his heart told him that it was an ancient song from a long time ago.

When the puppet Xia Huang touched the first piano, the feeling of touching a firearm in his heart again appeared in his heart as if he had touched a firearm for the first time in the radiation world before, familiar, very familiar, and he could instantly distinguish the good from the bad through the sound of those seemingly similar pianos.

Coupled with the clerk's observation of the introverted old man, as well as the details of the store, Liu Wu was sure that this person was not simple.

After a long time, Xia Huang finally found a satisfactory one, which was a guitar, a pure black guitar.

Xia Huang, who was controlled by Liu Wu, held it in his hand, and felt a little heavy, after all, this was the body of a puppet, not his own body, and he felt that the weight was normal.

The piano notes are low, and then a piece of music echoes all around.

This is a very common fingerstyle song, untitled as its name does not carry any meaning, so the use of "untitled" as the title, the author is not convenient or does not want to directly use the title to reveal the theme of the song, such a song, often pinned on a certain emotion, inexplicable feelings, but also more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

The old man stopped the movement in his hand and looked at Xia Huang suddenly, with an incredible expression on his face, he was so young that he could play a song to a pure height, even he couldn't do it, he remembered the teacher who taught him erhu, and he didn't reach the realm until he died.

Song Ling didn't dare to speak out, and the recording team behind her turned the camera from the old man to Xia Huang, and under the effect of music, they forgot the task of coming to interview this time.

Pedestrians passing by outside the door stopped and walked in.

At this moment, tens of thousands of viewers are listening to this untitled song.

In the first measure, the melody seems to make time stand still, and they forget the movements in their hands and fall into the music;

a gradually cheerful melody in the second measure;

In the third measure, the music again falls into a low moan, and then the ups and downs intertwine with each other.

In a boring house, on a table piled high with papers.

A middle-aged man who has become a successful person is frowning and looking at the plans.

Putting down one and picking it up again, the interview program on the computer next to him that he had unintentionally opened made him stop what he was doing.

In the scorching sun, in the crowded flow of people.

A woman walks out the door with a suitcase, she's unemployed, what to do next,

A beautiful melody sounded, and she searched for her voice, which was coming from the TV in a small shop not far away, and she stopped.

In the dim subway entrance, beside the cold walls.

A group of young people chasing music and chasing dreams are leaning against the wall weakly, and various musical instruments are scattered on the side, will they have a future? Will perseverance pay off

The silence was broken by the voice of a young man passing by from his mobile phone.

Penultimate measure.

Strumming part, changing melody.

Xia Huang remembered the previous stories.

On the majestic Tiandu Mountain, a group of weak human races completed the killing of gods, and the corpses of alien gods fell from the clouds and turned into meteors;

In the blood-colored church, the will of the human race is judged by hypocrisy, the blood-soaked spear is about to fall, and all the twelve popes have defected, so that all the aliens are not expected;

In the Black Wasteland of the Fifth Age, the last god-level first-order powerhouse of the human race shouted to shoot and execute batch after batch of compatriots, and then committed suicide, vowing not to become a slave of another race.

The world seems to stand still.

Only pure music resounds.

Finish, the rhythm begins to slow down, ends.

In the boring room, the middle-aged man put down the documents in his hand, he made a phone call to his secretary, and pushed away all kinds of complicated things that he had been hesitating; The woman at the door of the small shop threw away a large box of things, leaving only important items, and she intended to come on a trip; In the subway station, the young people chasing their dreams stood up again, and the music sounded again.

There is no good or bad, different people hear different emotions from it, there are ups and downs in life, there are pain and happiness intertwined, there is happiness over grief, and there is hope flashing in despair.

“SoBeautiful。” This is a foreigner, and he also hears the voice in his heart.

What Liu Wu hears is a war between civilizations.

"I'm going to ask for this."

Xia Huang walked up to the clerk Chen Yu and broke the silence.

"Oh, this is..."

Chen Yu came back to his senses and quoted the price, Xia Huang took out all the money in his pocket, and counted it embarrassed, there was still a difference of three hundred.

Liu Wu smiled and helped him get it together.

Xia Huang walked out of the store and walked into the distance, a beggar appeared in the field of vision, this was not a liar, he could see it at a glance.

groped in his pocket, and the money in his hand was more than three hundred.

An Xia in the store seemed to know the old man, and he didn't know what to say.

Liu Wu chose a suitable piano and helped himself to complete it, so the subsequent acquaintance would not be abrupt.