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"Yes, Guo Zhengyang, what's the name of this song you played?"

"Yes, say the name quickly, and listen to it later when I download it on my phone, I just cared about my distress, and I didn't listen too carefully. ”

……

After Yang Guangtao's words, Zhao Ke and Wen Xinya also hurriedly walked over, sat on the other side of Guo Zhengyang, and asked questions excitedly.

And at this moment, in the private room, because of the excited and shocked voices of several people, the other boys and girls finally all woke up, that is, after waking up, Gu Mingwei and the others still had a blank look in their eyes, and they all stared at Guo Zhengyang in a daze, and after a while, Gu Mingwei and Li Chuncai also came over, and their expressions were also extremely exciting.

It's just that under the gaze of several people, Guo Zhengyang opened his mouth and didn't say anything.

What is the name of this tune?

He didn't know......

Because he never really named this piece, because this piece was created by him, and it already carries the memories and feelings of his life, so as soon as he played the familiar music just now, Guo Zhengyang naturally recalled many past events and naturally poured his feelings into it.

Bamboo flute, this kind of musical instrument is indeed a familiar casual cultivator taught him, that casual cultivator is also one of Guo Zhengyang's few friends in the spiritual realm, in the early seven or eight years when Guo Zhengyang entered the spiritual realm, he was only the most familiar with each other, the best relationship, the two lonely souls and wild ghosts in the middle and late stages of the spiritual gathering, helping each other and supporting each other, and experienced a lot of ups and downs together, and in addition to fighting and cultivating, that person often picked up a bamboo flute and played a song.

That's when it was. Guo Zhengyang came into contact with this instrument.

From the indifference at the beginning, to listening to it a lot, he gradually evoked some memories and emotions by the other party's flute, and then he gradually began to get in touch.

Speaking of which, Guo Zhengyang also has some talent in this regard, at least this talent has been praised by that person more than once, and he is definitely a master in playing the bamboo flute. In his spare time, he followed that person to learn until his level improved step by step, and in just five or six years, he was no longer inferior to the other party.

Later, Guo Zhengyang had a tendency to be better than the blue. It's a pity that that friend died in the mouth of a demon beast during an expedition, and Guo Zhengyang only brought back the other party's bamboo flute before leaving.

Later, although that person was gone, Guo Zhengyang would occasionally play a song to relax during his iron-blooded career. This relaxation is sometimes played by playing the music that the person has written. Sometimes. Guo Zhengyang will also have a flash of inspiration and create some scattered tunes on his own.

Scattered and intermittent, almost three or four years, finally evolved the song just now, and this piece was also improved by him later, if the improved details are also counted. It took about six or seven years for this piece to take shape from the first moment of a certain fragment to the formation of Zuihou.

Even if it doesn't mean that he has been creating for six or seven years, but that he has only taken time to relax after six or seven years of leisure or iron-blooded killing, but six or seven years of leisure. It also illustrates the essence of this song.

However, although the composing time is very long, Guo Zhengyang has never named it after composing, because in the spiritual realm, flute music or something is just his own way of relaxing, and he has never thought of circulating a few songs, so he has written several flute songs, but he has not named them, because he was not satisfied with the names he thought of at the beginning, and he felt that he could not summarize this song that contained a lifetime of memories and bitterness in a few words, and after trying it a few times, he was too lazy to spend too much energy on this.

So now that Zhao Ke and others are asking him about the name of the song, he really can't answer it for a while.

couldn't answer, Guo Zhengyang was silent again, and when he asked again, he finally smiled, "I don't know what the name is." ”

Several people were obviously stunned, Guo Zhengyang said again, "This is a piece written by a friend of mine, and he didn't choose a name after he wrote it, I just learned to play the flute with him, and then learned this tune." ”

Helpless, really helpless, obviously it was a song written by himself, but now he can only say that it was written by someone else.

After all, he is only a freshman in college, and his nineteenth birthday will not arrive until the Spring Festival, if he says that this song full of vicissitudes and sadness was written by him, I am afraid that it will only make people confused and questioned.

On the contrary, if you just say that you learn from others, it is much simpler and easier to believe.

"Ah~ isn't it?"

"Poof, are you playing with me? Such a beautiful tune, it doesn't have a name?"

"Who is that friend of yours? Hell, this song he wrote is simply amazing, although I don't understand music, but I can also hear if a song is good, I still feel very good when I think about it now, it doesn't sound like words, and it just makes me cry, it's so good, it doesn't have a name?

"Cowman, to be able to write such a beautiful tune, he is definitely a cowman!"

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When Guo Zhengyang's words landed, Zhao Ke, Yang Guangtao and others were stunned again, and then they spoke speechlessly, and some even burst into foul language speechlessly.

Isn't it, such a haode song, the person who wrote it can't even be named?

"By the way, did your friend record this song or upload it online?" After being speechless for a moment, Wen Xinya spoke abruptly again, looking strange.

And Guo Zhengyang also shook his head calmly, of course not.

"What then? I still want to hear it. ”

"I also thought, Lao Guo, blow it again, I'll record it with my mobile phone. ”

"Haha, yes, you blow it again. ”

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This piece does contain too many feelings, too many moving movements, after all, this is Guo Zhengyang, an old guy who has lived for decades, has written the unwillingness, sadness, sadness and other emotions of his life in his life, this music, the tune is soft and pleasant, but it carries the feelings of his life, plus he also has talent in this area, and has been guided by famous artists for many years, and the performance level itself is a master.

Therefore, this piece is by no means comparable to ordinary pop music, and its connotation and artistic conception are enough to make anyone who hears him have a long aftertaste and can't extricate themselves for a long time.

In the previous life, after the death of the acquaintance Sanxiu, Guo Zhengyang also met some other friends and treated him as his own brother, but Zuihou was caught by Yang Zhiming, who suffered eternal and eternal torture, or was rescued by him twice, and then often walked together, secretly promising him, and even Zuihou did not hesitate to blow himself up as Song Yiyi, who fought for a glimmer of life for him, and those friends, whenever he played the flute, Song Yiyi would always never get tired of listening to it, sitting quietly beside him, and every time he was emotionally aroused by his playing, even if it was Yang Zhiming's heroic man, he disdained such music on the surface, but in fact, he often listens quietly from a distance, and can easily be swayed by Guo Zhengyang's performance.

So Zhao Ke and the others in front of him were completely shocked after listening to it only once, and it was not too surprising, the charm of music has little to do with whether you are a monk or a mortal, as long as you have feelings, you will be passive to grasp the emotion of the flute.

And at the request of a group of people, Guo Zhengyang also began to cry and laugh, blowing again?

This...... This, anyway, he has already played it once, and it doesn't seem to be bad for the second time, Guo Zhengyang can only nod helplessly.

He nodded, and several young men and women let out a cheer, and then they all took out their mobile phones.

"Start, I'm ready. ”

……

Waiting for Yang Xin to urge in the crowd, Guo Zhengyang calmly put the flute to his mouth and began to play again.

In the quiet playing, several other people were unconsciously caught by the sound of the flute and immersed in this moving music.

Although it was the second time, there were still people who suddenly turned red again, but this time, there were still a few people who could still stay awake in the shock and heartbeat.

Zhao Ke just kept a sense of sobriety, while looking at Guo Zhengyang with red eyes, and then looking at the mobile phone, flipping back and forth, this girl gradually stared at Guo Zhengyang and became obsessed.

Because now not only the music is moving, Guo Zhengyang, who is sitting there playing quietly, seems to exude infinite charm, the elegant performance, the finger dancing like flowers blooming, and the handsome face of the handsome sunshine, all seem to be producing infinite attraction, making her heart beat faster and faster unconsciously, and even her breathing is gradually short, and then gradually becomes stagnant.

She is like this, Wen Xinya is similar, she is only the first time to meet these people in the eighth class of Dongda today, the first impression of Guo Zhengyang, although she thinks this kid is very handsome, but she has also seen a lot of handsome guys, although the handsome face makes people can't help but want to take a few more looks, but that is just to stop at appreciation, but now, Guo Zhengyang, who is playing the bamboo flute, is really not just handsome, the seriousness and devotion when playing, the handsome and flying corners of the lips gently agitate, and the beautiful music that makes people's hearts are a little inextricably began to be slowly released, straight into the depths of people's hearts, such a picture also let her see, listening to the heartbeat is chaotic, and the pretty face is slightly red unconsciously.

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"Hey, I'm rubbing, no, Nima, this kid played such a hand, and he was fascinated by all the beauties. Most of the girls were confused by Guo Zhengyang's performance, both shocked by the movement, capturing the heartbeat and moved, and being slightly red and shy by Guo Zhengyang's appearance, but among the boys, Gu Mingwei, who was wiping the corners of his eyes, suddenly glanced at a few women, and then scolded in his heart.

He had this reaction, also because he suddenly found that Guo Zhengyang's appearance when he played the bamboo flute seemed to be really handsome and charming, which made him jealous, and then he went out to watch the girls' reactions, but when he saw it, he was immediately stupid.

It's just that in the middle of scolding, Gu Mingwei couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes, and soon his soul and thoughts were caught by the movement, because this bamboo flute solo was really moving. (To be continued......)