Chapter Seventy-Five: Blue and White Porcelain (I)
Feeling the slight provocation in Shi Miaoyi's eyes, Su Ming couldn't help but laugh.
Get!
According to the current posture, this chick surnamed Shi is really on the bar with herself.
However, Su Ming is not the kind of person who is afraid of things.
Since you have a hard head, you insist on bumping into me, a traverser.
Then it will be as you wish!
But I saw him shake his head.
The next moment.
Su Ming suddenly set his eyes on the maid Xiaoqing, and said with a smile: "I wonder if Miss Xiaoqing can bring me a piano?" ”
As soon as the words fell.
Xiaoqing suddenly looked at Shi Miaoyi, with a hint of inquiry in her eyes.
At this time, Shi Miaoyi said lightly: "Xiaoqing, directly send the piano I used just now to Gongzi!" ”
Get the instructions of your own lady.
Although Xiaoqing was a little reluctant, she still did as she was told.
It's all in place now.
Su Ming looked at the guqin placed on the table, and his face showed a rare look of reminiscence.
I don't know how long I haven't touched this thing!
I remember I was still in high school.
Because the family was worried that his cultural performance was not up to standard, they deliberately let Su Ming learn a specialty and prepare to follow the path of an art candidate.
At that time, I studied music performance (musical instruments).
So, as a specialty.
Whether it's some Western musical instruments or classical musical instruments.
Su Ming has dabbled in both.
Even after he entered the society, he rarely came into contact with these musical instruments in related professional categories.
But no matter how you say it, his foundation is always there.
Even if it's a little rusty, it should be easy to play a complete tune.
After the emotion.
Su Ming directly flattened the guqin, plucked the strings with his right hand, and pressed the strings with his left hand to take the sound.
In order to quickly familiarize himself with the specific position of the strings, he would pluck them repeatedly in the same place from time to time.
But this scene fell in Shi Miaoyi's eyes, but the latter couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
With her attainments in the piano, it can be seen at a glance that Su Ming should have rarely touched the guqin before.
Otherwise, his movements would never have seemed so rusty.
But think about it too!
This son was born in Buddhism, and he is the son of the Buddha of Shaolin Temple, and he will take over the entire Shaolin in the future.
According to the style of those great monks, how could they allow their successors to delve into such miraculous skills!
Based on this alone, Shi Miaoyi can make a preliminary judgment.
This Su Ming, most of whom is familiar with music and rhythm, is not proficient.
That's it.
Shi Miaoyi's heart suddenly let out a sneer.
"Hmph, with such piano skills, dare to let this girl see what a really good song is? I'd like to see how you end up later! ”
……
These thoughts in Shi Miaoyi's heart, Su Ming naturally didn't know.
And even if he knew, he probably just laughed it off.
He knew very well that no matter how much he explained to such a woman, it would be in vain.
Only by proving it with actions will the other party completely shut up.
Therefore, after basically getting familiar with the feeling, Su Ming directly began to play.
Fuqin.
Pluck the strings.
The tune is also a very gentle start.
Shi Miaoyi sounded at first, and she felt as if she had depicted a hazy ink landscape in the south of the Yangtze River in her mind.
The artistic conception contained in the song is good.
But if you want to say that she is amazing, it is far from reaching that level.
On the contrary, Su Ming's decent playing level surprised her a little.
But that's all there is to it.
Almost at the moment when Shi Miaoyi played this piece for Su Ming was conclusive.
The next moment.
With Su Ming's piano sound, it turned.
Soon, the smile on Shi Miaoyi's face gradually disappeared.
Instead, there was a deep shock.