Wang Feifei was in good spirits, and the faster she played, her heart was beating and puffing, and the whole person was brought into the music by He Jing.

Not to be outdone, Cheng Yi also accelerated the rhythm of plucking the strings, so that the sound of the zither became in harmony with the piano and erhu.

He Jing was hearty, and remembered the scene of learning erhu before wearing it, and the master who was repairing the watch on the edge of high school asked her, "You really want to learn erhu from me, not many people like this thing."

He Jing nodded seriously and said, "I want to learn."

The master wore monocles and smiled, "Okay, I can teach you."

That was the first time He Jing had felt the charm of the erhu up close, and before she had only vaguely admired it through a wall after class, she was sure that it was the sound she liked.

The old master thought that she would learn casually, and planned to teach casually, but she didn't expect her to learn his skills ten out of ten.

Later, the high school was about to be demolished, and the master asked her curiously before moving out: "Western music is popular now, and there are so many people who learn piano, why don't you go to learn piano?"

He Jing replied honestly, "I can't afford to learn."

All the money is with the stepmother, who is afraid that outsiders will say that she treats her stepdaughter harshly, and will also give her a little living expenses, but it is pitiful.

The erhu was the first skill she learned.

Later, with the craft of erhu, she was lucky to find a part-time job as a teacher for children who like erhu, and earned the first pot of gold, and then she learned more and more things, and she knew more and more, but she would not forget her original intention.

She loves the erhu and that's it.

He Jing closed her eyes, immersed in the beautiful music, and gradually forgot that this was an occasional performance, and she suddenly slowed down, allowing the piano and guzheng to become the main body of the repertoire again.

Wang Feifei couldn't help but be a little dazed, without the drive of the erhu, she felt as if she couldn't play.

Cheng Yi finally took a breath, and when she saw that He Jing finally stopped showing off her skills, she gritted her teeth and decided to take advantage of the situation now.

She played the guzheng fast, the sound of the zhengzheng qin was like ten thousand flowing into the sea, everything she heard and heard was majestic, and the strings were about to be smoked by her.

The audience below was unconscious: "This hand is too fast, I didn't expect Cheng's daughter to be so powerful."

Shen Qiuyu pursed her lips: "Playing the piano is playing the piano, she is here to practice Foshan Shadowless Hand."

Shen Fu was also impressed: "I do have some ability."

There are not many people who can play the guzheng well, and everyone who can pop out of the realm has worked hard behind it, which shows that Cheng Yi used sincerity when learning the guzheng.

He Chen was still extremely calm, took a sip of his drink, and chuckled: "Playing is not the same as practicing, shouldn't you be able to play the piano quickly?"

Shen Fu was stunned: "This is also true."

If it can be said that person plays well just because it is fast, then everyone is rushing to practice the tune, what artistic conception do they need.

He Chen bent his eyebrows again: "See the smile, I don't know the instrument, just talk about it."

However, this problem has already been noticed by someone in the room.

The performance is not detached from the original repertoire is the focus, although He Jing's erhu is passionate, she does not depart from the emotional category it should have, but only increases the emotions she wants to express while making up for the shortcomings of the two.

But the guzheng, which was originally the emotional cornerstone of this track, has also become "lively", which is just nonsense!

Only the piano is still struggling to hold on to the original song.