Chapter One Hundred and Two

"Tomorrow's competition, the instrument project, we must win, the piano will be participated by me personally, but the guqin ......"

The fifth rainy season frowned, her guqin has only reached the entry level, and she usually practices well, but if she wants to take it out for competition, it is a little insufficient.

At this time, the boy with glasses hurriedly spoke, "Senior sister, don't worry, not many people know how to use the guqin." It is estimated that no one from Yanjing will know it, and even if they can, it will not be much better than the senior sister. So when it comes to the guqin, the senior sister doesn't have to worry about it at all. ”

After speaking, the man with glasses also glanced at Zhao Beiyan.

However, Zhao Beiyan and Lin Feng had already turned their backs to them. The two of them leaned on the balcony, as if they were communicating something.

A hint of extreme flickered in the glasses man's eyes.

Lin Feng leaned his elbows on the balcony and looked at the night sky in the distance.

Zhao Beiyan tilted his head and looked at Lin Feng.

"Do any of you know the guqin?" asked Lin Feng without replying.

Zhao Beiyan leaned her elbows on the balcony, holding her cheeks with her hands, and she smiled: "Are you investigating the military situation?

Lin Feng was silent.

Zhao Beiyan pursed his mouth, "It's boring." ”

The piano sound sounded again, this time the piano, and it was wonderful and smooth. It's pleasing to the eye.

"Moskovsky's Etudes, the ninth level, if you play the repertoire, you should be able to reach the seventh or even the eighth level. Zhao Beiyan seemed to be very professional, she closed her eyes, listened quietly, and after a while, she spoke again: "Chopin's etudes, beginner level, and seamless connection between repertoire switching, underestimate her, because there should be an eight-level performance level and a nine-level threshold." ”

"Soul less. Lin Feng said lightly.

"Soul ......" Zhao Beiyan opened his eyes, looked at Lin Feng, and said, "Soul, that's something that only a world-class pianist has." "At her age, she still needs to practice for decades. ”

"The soul has nothing to do with age, it depends on perception, not on practice. ”

"Really?" Zhao Beiyan looked at Lin Feng with interest, "I'm interested, and I really want to hear you play the piano." ”

She didn't think that Lin Feng was lying, or rather, Lin Feng didn't care about lying. Although she has known Lin Feng for a short time, let alone gotten along, she has an understanding of Lin Feng. Some people, by nature, are easily convincing. And Lin Feng is such a person.

It was late, the piano had stopped, and the people in the house had gone. The piano room was dark and silent.

Pushing open the door, sitting next to the guqin, gently stroking the strings, Lin Feng's thoughts were melancholy. The last time I played the piano, it was like yesterday, and it seemed like 400 years later.

In the dark, Lin Feng's back was very gloomy, lonely, with endless thoughts.

Zhao Beiyan was very surprised, just a back, could express so many emotions, what did this person experience.

"You...... Really can play the piano. ”

Zhao Beiyan didn't want to interrupt Lin Feng, but he was afraid that he would sit down like this for a night, so he had to interrupt Lin Feng's thoughts with a voice.

"It's Fuqin. ”

Lin Feng corrected it loudly, the guqin is called Fuqin, Fuqin is confused, and the piano is called playing the qin.

Zhao Beiyan nodded, "Fuqin, it's also appropriate." ”

Lin Feng flicked his fingers, and the piano sounded, and his white jade-like fingers gently crossed the strings. Heaven and earth are silent

The night is deep, and the bright moonlight covers the earth, like a layer of silver shrouded in the night, making the night even more mysterious. In the darkness, the piano sound floated out of the building and into the night sky. Like a fairy song, heaven and earth seem to be intoxicated.

Zhao Beiyan was shocked in her heart, what kind of superb skill can she play such an artistic conception, at this time, she knew what the soul in Lin Feng's mouth was, it could express a person's inner thoughts, or thoughts.

The listener does not listen to the music, but to the pouring.

This piece should only be in the sky, and even those world-class virtuoso may not be able to play such a piece.

And the person who can play this kind of music must have an extraordinary life experience.

"Who are you missing, who has left an indelible mark on your heart, making you miss so sadly, this person is definitely not Yunyun. ”

Looking at Lin Feng's fuzzy back, Zhao Beiyan gradually indulged in the sound of the piano. Her emotions fluctuated with the sound of the piano.

On campus, in the shade of greenery, I was walking to the dormitory in the fifth rainy season, when suddenly a piano sound came from a distance.

"It's the sound of the guqin, and someone is stroking the qin. ”

She stopped and listened, the sound of the piano filled with endless thoughts, sorrow, loneliness, loneliness.

The fifth rainy season was shocking in her heart, the sound of the piano was just that, and so many emotions were conveyed, and she could feel every emotion clearly.

It seemed that something was flowing on his face, and when he reached out and touched it, it was tears, and at some point, tears had been sprinkled all over his cheeks.

Then, she hurriedly turned around and ran in the direction where the sound of the qin came from, this is the kind of realm she pursued, she had heard people play the guqin, and was attracted by the compassionate sound of the guqin, and then stopped the piano and practiced the guqin.

At this time, the sound of the piano was higher than the realm of the piano sound she had heard. She wants to find someone who caress the qin, take him as a teacher, and learn the skills of the guqin.

"The song of the sheng is difficult to break the fireworks condensation, who is the city full of stars and showers stopped? Qionglou sings the peerless scene, and who is the piano singing?"

"Alas......"

After the song ended, a sigh turned into infinite sorrow. Lin Feng got up and walked out of the piano room. The back is still bleak and lonely.

Zhao Beiyan couldn't bear it, and slowly followed behind Lin Feng, looking at his lonely back, sighing, what kind of sincere love has been experienced, and it will become lovesick.

When she walked to the second floor in the fifth rainy season, the sound of the piano had stopped, she was a little anxious, and quickly ran towards the third floor, and when she ran to the third floor, she saw the back of Lin Feng turning away, and at a glance, she knew that the person who stroked the piano was Lin Feng.

Just as he was about to chase it, his feet slipped and he fell to the ground. By the time he got up, Lin Feng had already turned the corner and disappeared.

She wanted to chase, but the piercing pain in her feet prevented her from walking.

"Is that you? You really know how to play the guqin, and I blame you for messing with it. ”

There was a deep self-blame in the eyes of the fifth rainy season, why didn't you choose to believe him once before, and let him try it alive.

Lin Feng walked quickly, the lonely temperament on his body was dissipating, and he had been thinking about it for a long time and needed to vent.

The reason why he has been guarding the door of the piano room and wanting to stroke the piano when he sees this is to vent it, otherwise he will really become ill, the disease of lovesickness, which is more violent than any disease, and it will collapse people in an instant.

The stroke of the qin just now made the depressed qi in Lin Feng's chest dredge, and the blood veins were smooth, at this time, he was all transparent, and the true qi in his body was speeding up, and it seemed that he was on the verge of exploding.

Lin Feng quickened his pace, almost shrunk into inches, ten meters in one step, and threw off Zhao Beiyan in a few steps.

"Hell. ”

Zhao Beiyan's eyes flashed with shock, as if she had met a ghost, it should be that in the blink of an eye, Lin Feng was gone. It seems to disappear into thin air, like a ghost.