Chapter 7: Milan Mowu Academy (4)

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Yin Zhu's eyes looked directly at the girl in white on the stage, and the eyes in her eyes were a little more blurred. She muttered to herself: "The ghost of the beautiful girl." The word "ghost of the beautiful girl" is not a description of the the stage. It is the name of this zither.
The rhythm of both hands is extremely fast, but the cloud-like feeling is not awkward at all. The sound of Guzheng is clear and distant. Although the orange magic power is not enough to cover the whole audience, in the sound of the beautiful zither, Still clearly passed into everyone's ears. The sad and euphemistic guzheng drove everyone's emotions, and everyone's expression began to rise and fall with the fluctuation of the guzheng, even the teacher Bi Ji who was with Yin Zhu was no exception.
Yin Zhu's eyes were blurred. Perhaps, others lost themselves because of the sad sound waves of Zheng, but his heart was completely immersed in the harmonious plucking and melody of this beautiful Zheng. Only those who really understand can fully understand everything in this zither.
"Qingru splashing jade, trembling like a dragon, a good" Ghost Story "."
As if he was out of control, Yin Zhu had moved Yu Yunqin to himself. He did not tune, and his hands were already flicking the strings. With the thumb of your right hand gently, your hands are floating round and above the seventh string. In an instant, Chi Zi's simplicity disappeared. Although the white robe on his body had been damaged due to the distance, but at this moment, the noble and elegant atmosphere still rendered his handsome face so perfect.
The ancient and simple piano sound quietly sounded, and the movement of Yin Zhu was much slower than that of the the stage. However, every sound of the piano was accompanied by curling aftertones. The clear and long sounds of Yu Yunqin and Zheng sounds add to the original music a little bit thick.
The crimson light, accompanied by the sound of the piano, radiated in tandem with the orange light of the girl in white, and the intervention of the piano sound not only did not have a sudden feeling, but was so harmonious. The girl in white with her head bowed raised her head for the first time.
The black hair was half covered, only half of the face was exposed, but that half of the face made Yin Zhu's heartstrings tremble. The pale face and the cold and deep black eyes were not surprised when they saw Yinzhu, but the coldness in his eyes dissipated a little.
Qin and Zheng, two musical instruments that could not have been combined, merged together under the perfect control of Yin Zhu, which seems to be a miracle given by God.
The girl in white looked at Yin Zhu, and Yin Zhu was also looking at her, but the strings on both hands did not fluctuate in half. The blending of eyes is like the mixture of deep red and orange. The posture of Yin Zhu's hands changes and flicks towards the strings. The elegant and low voice sounds between the beautiful combination of the guzheng.
"life
Dream like a long road
Let that wind and frost leave your face
In the red dust
How many directions does the dream
Find a dreamy love
Lu Suiren was vast. "
At this moment, it seems that there are only two of them in the entire auditorium. There are two basic methods of playing Guqin, one is solo, and the other is piano song.
The coldness in the eyes of the girl in white seems to have melted, and the rest is only endless sadness, a little hoarse, but the moving voice like Fengming has connected the second half of the queue with the violin.
"Life is
Dream extension
The dream is faint, with tears
Where to go
You and my heart
Feng Youyou sighed in her dream
The road and the people are vast. "
Yin Zhu's gestures changed again, the right hand eclipse, middle into a semi-circle, left hand big, middle, and unnamed three fingers simultaneously pressed the string, the sound wave trembling, became a little softer than before, the sorrow in the "Ghost Story" song was diluted A little. With the accompaniment of Qin Zheng and Ming, the last two of them sang out involuntarily.
"Human Road
Happy Teenager
See the sun in the rugged, rugged
In the red dust
How many directions is happy
A little rain like a dream
Lu Suiren
The wind and rain like a dream
Lu Suiren was vast. "
With the endless singing, the sound of the zither came to a halt quietly, and in a simultaneous buzz, it faded away with endless rhyme. Yin Zhu's eyes are as clear as a mirror, while the black eyes of the girl in white are a little more confused.
"No matter how rugged the road is, there is sunshine. My sister, your guzheng is too sad. Why can't you be happier?" Yin Zhu stood up and said with a smile. The reappearance of childish Chi Zi dilutes the elegance of his body.
The girl in white woke up from the confusion and secretly said, what's wrong with herself? I have never sung the last que of "Ghost Story", but today I sang it unconsciously. Is it the infection he brought me?
"The wind stuns the cranes, the wind sends light clouds, the luan phoenix and the Mingsong, and the falling flowers follow the water. You used four techniques to complete this song. The Guqin that can be combined with the zither, is this enough? But you Why should I use piano music to influence my mood? "The voice of the girl in white is still clear in the hoarse, staring at Yinzhu with a scorching eye.
"Because, I understand the sorrow in your guzheng!" Ye Yinzhu didn't understand why the song ended ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The cold girl in white seems to be a little more dramatic.
"Do you understand? Do you really understand?" Leng snorted, picked Guzheng from the table with both hands, and turned back towards the background.
Sit down slowly, Yin Zhu carefully put Yu Yunqin back in front of the girl next to her, with a light of thought in her eyes.
"When--" A bell sounded, and the faint blue light flickered in the auditorium. When Yin Zhu raised his head, he found that there was no longer an old woman wearing a blue dress on the stage. It seems to be at least sixty or seventy years old. He holds a delicate clock in his left hand, and the clock cone in his right hand has obviously just been struck.
"Ah--" Rumeng Fang's voice rang throughout the audience, including the girl beside Yinzhu and Teacher Biji sitting in the corner. When the zither sounded, they had long been addicted to it, and most of them did not even know that Yinzhu later joined. For a time, they were still in a dreamlike feeling, with only a few girls' eyes. Relatively clear, showing similar thoughts to Yin Zhu.
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Xiao San specially found a Chinese ghost ghost tune played with zither. The tune was very beautiful. Xiao San tried to find a way to post it on the Internet. I hope you all like it.