Chapter 42: joy

Unexpectedly, the speaker was a red-billed parrot, no wonder the speaker could not be seen.
However, what this parrot said was really shocking!
What is ugly?
What is better to hear?
He also said that he is the little master! ?
In fact, ever since Durian quarreled with Qin Jiu, Huang Mao has learned to call himself "little master."
Someone under the high platform thought Huang Mao was interesting and shouted: "Little Parrot, who is the best player you said?"
The man actually just wanted to tease Huang Mao. He didn't expect Huang Mao to be annoyed. He shook the yellow feathers on his crested head, and said with full expression: "The little master is not a little parrot, but the little master is a Phoenix , Phoenix. A smelly tune is the best!"
The crowd laughed loudly. They didn't expect that this parrot was so spiritual that he was able to respond like a phoenix.
"Who is Ashi?" someone shouted again.
The durian was embarrassing, and he heard what Qin Jiu and Huang Mao were talking about. It seemed to be vaguely related to him, but he didn't expect that he was talking about playing the piano. Is it possible that a demon girl wants to play the piano on stage?
Durian looked back at Qin Jiu in amazement, and saw the demon girl stretched out with a smile, and smirked at him.
Durian cold sweat.
How did the demon know that she could play the piano? He didn't remember that he stroked the qin after entering the Tianchen Sect.
The demon girl is too scary, and shameless enough.
Maybe she was jealous of other people's piano skills, and she didn't know how to play the piano, so she used herself to show off.
Huang Mao hovered in the air gracefully and triumphantly, and finally flew to the durian shoulder and fell, flapping his wings and saying, "Ashi, play a song."
The durian was standing in front of the door of Yan Yu's wooden shed. The position was close to the front and wide open. The eyes of everyone quickly fell onto the durian as the yellow hair flew.
I saw that this was a clear, noble and handsome young man who looked not yet a weak crown, dressed in a smoky smoky suit, was not tall, and it was obvious that he hadn't opened up yet. His face is very handsome, although his look is a bit dull, but his black eyes are extremely clear, with compelling righteousness and mediocre arrogance.
People have never watched durian play in this way. Those who squeezed behind and couldn't see him still jumped and watched. Durian was so flustered that he waved his hand: "I know how to play the piano, but I don't participate in the Snow Praying Festival."
But Huang Mao had already let out a big talk in public, offending all the ladies who participated in the Snow Praying Festival. Not to be outdone, a few women strongly urged Durian to play on stage in front of Yin Menghuai of Lijing House.
Meng Huai felt that this was just a nonsense, but just what a little parrot said, how can he take it seriously.
The imperial palace musician Xiao Lebai said lightly: "That little parrot flew out of the wooden shed of the emperor's uncle."
Meng Huai wiped his sweat upon hearing this and allowed Durian to play on stage. So Durian had to bite the bullet and go on stage. Before he left, Qin Jiu stopped him, raised an eyebrow lightly and said, "Lian'er will definitely win, right?"
Looking at Qin Jiu's smiling eyes, Durian nodded.
Yan Yu leaned on the couch, his dazzling black clothes with red embroidered patterns hanging down, holding the snow cup in his hands, full of lazy style. He looked at all of this with cold eyes and didn't say much, just squinting his eyes slightly, condescendingly looking at Qin Jiu, as if he wanted to see her thoroughly from the inside out.
The durian slowly climbed onto the high platform, sitting in front of the piano bench, first looked at the lyre, adjusted the breath, first moved the Qixian from top to bottom with one hand, and then played it from bottom to top. . After a pause, he suddenly smashed a string of joyful music with both hands.
At this moment, durian seemed to be a different person.
The whole person seemed to be completely immersed in the music, no longer a trace of dullness, a pair of clear eyes and aura, his hands and ten fingers were abnormally agile, fluttering and flicking on the strings.
And the music that flew from his fingers was smooth, gorgeous, and cheerful.
It was like a smoky wind blowing by, and a tree full of viburnum blooming suddenly appeared in front of me, and it was like the flying robe of a beautiful woman dancing.
The music gradually agitated, and the clank sound was like a galaxy, splashing jade and flying flowers.
The sky is soft and the flowers are swaying in the forest.
The sound of the piano was played to the heart, and people no longer knew where the sound of the piano came from. It seemed to come from the calm surface of Jinghu Lake, or from the petals flying in the forest.