In the end, it was determined that more than 50 fans followed suit.

In other words, if a primary school student loses, he will lose 500 volcanoes, and one volcano will cost 1,000 yuan, which will be 500,000 yuan in RMB.

For those dick fans in the live broadcast room, this is simply a big gamble, too interesting.

Things are fermenting, and the number of fans in Yang Linglong's live broadcast room continues to increase, and they all want to see what the final result is.

Yang Linglong glanced at the piano behind her, then turned her head and began to search for basic piano teaching methods. I can't play, so I have to learn now. She now typed super fast and didn't even have to stare at the keyboard. It's completely blind.

Yang Linglong quickly browsed, ten lines at a glance, and never forgot it.

The piano has a total of 88 keys, 52 white keys and 36 black keys, with the left hand focusing on the bass and the right hand focusing on the treble.

Yang Linglong closed her eyes and pondered after reading it, if it is difficult to say, the guzheng is several times more difficult than the piano. Guzheng focuses on an artistic conception, and the person who plays all the syllables controls it by himself, and the song goes at will.

As long as the piano remembers the keyboard and understands the note renegade, there is no difficulty, she already has a bottom in her heart.

Guzheng, she is still proficient, not to mention the piano.

In fact, she can no longer use mastery of guzheng, but to describe it as perfect and peaking. It's just that in modern times, she hasn't had a chance to perform.

At this time, the fans in the live broadcast room exploded.

"The anchor can not play, you have to say something."

"Why are you closing your eyes, are you afraid that the elementary school students will lose, and you can't bear to look at them directly?"

"I observed three seconds of silence for elementary school students."

The members of the Linglong family are gone, and they all support elementary school students.

"What's the hurry, the eldest lady's performance program has always been like this, don't beep blindly if you don't understand."

"That's it, so anxious, rushing to be reincarnated."

That being said, the members of the Linglong family can't help but worry about elementary school students, and everything can't escape in case, in case Miss Yi can't play, isn't it pretending to be B and being fucked.

Suddenly, Yang Linglong opened her eyes and said into the headset:

"Whatever you want to hear, I'll do my best to play."

The Linglong family, when they heard the eldest lady say this, they finally put down the big stone in their hearts.

In the live broadcast room. Fans have different opinions, no, and someone said:

"Anchor, you can't play it randomly, I don't want it to sound good, but I have to look a little bit like it."

"That's it, anyone can play randomly, and our requirement is that it probably has to be seven or eight points like the original."

"Upstairs, there's a lot of nonsense, the eldest lady asks you what tunes you listen to, just say it. Don't talk nonsense. ”

"Lao Tzu, is this nonsense, Lao Tzu has gambled on ten volcanoes, what qualifications do you have to beep here."

"Okay, don't make any noise, since the anchor asked us to order a tune, then I'll click on "The Street Where the Wind Lives", do you have any comments."

It's the emperor who orders the tune, who has my cock big. The fans in the live broadcast room had no objections, and the fans who followed the bet had nothing to say. In addition, the streets where the wind lives are really good, and they all acquiesce.

"The Street Where the Wind Lives" Yang Linglong quickly searched for it. The old rules, she had to listen to them again. But the newcomer didn't know that Yang Linglong had such a rule.

"What does that mean, anchor. We're letting you play, not letting you play. ”

"The schoolboy lost."

"Don't beep if you don't understand, we anchors have always been like this, and when we perform, we will listen to it first. Not convinced. ”

"Okay, I'll bear with it, I'll see if you have anything else to say."

"Sit back and wait for the show to begin."

"The people who eat melons, prepare the melons."

The street where the wind lives, this is a Japanese song, written by Yukiko Isomura, an ensemble of erhu and piano.

Yang Linglong listened very seriously, the more she listened, the more she sighed, the Japanese music and rhythm were all transmitted from China, and now there is a posture that surpasses China, which makes her feel uncomfortable.

This song, to be honest, Yang Linglong likes it very much. She didn't expect that the ethereal spirit of the piano could be integrated with the sadness of the Chinese erhu, according to reason, the piano could not have any entanglement with the erhu, but this piece did it, and she had to admire the talent of the composer.

After listening to the song, Yang Linglong opened her eyes again.

She took a deep breath and touched the keys with her white hands.

Fans in the live broadcast room are looking forward to whether they can play or not, whether they can play a few blind clicks, or whether they are really talented and learn real skills. None of this is known until it is played.

"Ding......

When the piano sounds, the bass of the left hand is plucked first, followed by the accent of the right hand.

Yang Linglong forgot herself, and her artistic conception entered the sound of the piano.

The sound of the piano is like a dream, and it is shocking.

The song walks freely, melodious and ethereal, and makes people revel in it.

Suddenly, Yang Linglong closed her eyes, and the syllables changed, low and sad, like lovers separated by the end of the world, looking up every day, echoing each other.

She used the technique of playing the guzheng, and every key became a guzheng string in her heart.

The rhythm is erratic, the duration of the period, and the back and forth between movement and stillness, giving people the illusion of playing in front of their eyes, but in reality they are far away.

The more she plays, the more sad the rhythm becomes, making people feel a sense of sadness, if a person's heart is broken, how painful it is, and if the will is not strong, it may even commit suicide.

The fans in the live broadcast room, although they can't see each other, if you can see their appearance clearly, you will find that their faces are sad, and they don't even realize that tears have already hung on their cheeks.

The street where the wind lives, whether the wind is nostalgic for the street, or the street that retains the wind. Are you snuggling up to me, or am I inseparable from you.

What a sad tune.

While Yang Linglong played, she remembered that her parents had told her when she was a child, "The greatest achievement in our lives is to have you."

The weight of the song changed, and she remembered that her charitable parents had fallen alive in a pool of blood.

She hates, she hates, she hates that she was born as a daughter, even though she is both talented and beautiful, but so what, she still fled to modern times, if it wasn't for that white light, she would have even become the plaything of the young master.

White light, modern.

Yang Linglong hit a spirit. It's modern times, and she's putting on a show.

She quickly adjusted her mentality, and the rhythm slowly returned to a soft state. A cold sweat broke out all over her body, and she unconsciously used the thousand-tone technique of the guzheng.

The Qianyin technique is a profound skill in the guzheng, and those who learn to play it will make people enter a dreamlike state, in modern terms, it is hypnosis.

This is terrible, what she just thought of was killing the young master, if she hadn't remembered that this was modern, not the Qing Dynasty, she would bet that after listening to her songs, ten percent of the fans in the live broadcast room would commit suicide, and ten percent would also die of depression.