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Chapter 20 Autumn Whispers
On the stage, all the music stopped, but off the stage, there were deafening cheers and whistles.

Zhong Yiyi was different from the previous style of dressing, and solemnly put on a red evening dress, which was bright and dazzling, and seemed to make the whole night sky burn.In the hazy night, in the soft moonlight, Zhong Yiyi sits gracefully in front of the piano, calm and indifferent, like a picture of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.That exquisite and clear face is like an elf under the moonlight; but her calm and firm eyes make people faintly feel the explosive vitality, mixed with the unique rebelliousness and passion of youth.

Depend on!Among the newcomers in the first year, there is such a No. [-] person, why do you only know now?I made a mistake, I made a mistake, I have to get in touch quickly.All the animals were stunned, and they were thinking in their hearts: No matter how bad Zhong Yiyi's performance is, they should go to him immediately and ask for a phone call!

As for the piano piece?Come on, don't be fooled, playing the piano can't be practiced overnight, such a top-quality MM is surrounded by people all day long, and it's too late to be busy with dating, how can there be time to practice?Even if she can play the basics, what kind of concept is "Autumn Whispers"?It is the immortal masterpiece of the legendary Piano Prince, known as the magician Paul Senever in the Castle of Music.From childhood to adulthood, on various occasions, in movies and on TV, musicians and artists have worked tirelessly on this handed down work, and we are almost hearing cocoons in our ears.

To be honest, these days, there are quite a few people who can play, but there are only a few who can play it.Anyway, in most cases, we listen to the athletes' march no differently...

But it doesn't matter, we are here to see the beauty, so what about her playing the piano?There are a lot of people blaspheming classics these days, and they have long been used to it, so don’t be afraid!

The audience in the audience applauded vigorously, even though they were not looking forward to the sound of Zhong Yiyi in their hearts.Some people even hold the mentality of watching a joke.After all, not everyone can look at outstanding people calmly.

Zhong Yiyi quietly fixed the microphone above the keyboard. His slender, white fingers passed over the keyboard lightly and nimbly. He tried the sound test to find out the feeling.

Then, she slightly closed her bright eyes like stars and moons, nodded her head rhythmically, and struck down with her fingers neatly.

The noisy scene suddenly became silent!

The notes of flowing clouds and flowing water are like clear springs that gurgle, wandering in autumn and flowing under the moonlight.A simple prelude is enough to make everyone shut up, including those who read the joke.

God, could it be that talented women and beautiful women can really achieve perfect harmony and unity?

Zhong Yiyi closed his eyes and immersed himself in his own music world. Pictures flashed in his mind, and with the beating of his fingertips, strings of beautiful notes entered everyone's heart like drops of water.

Listening to the familiar melody, Han Qiu couldn't help being stunned: the music he grew up with when he was a child, chewing again, is still so fascinating.As time goes by, those melodies that never fade have accumulated touching voiceless sounds in the long river of time.

Why do so many artists, piano masters, never let themselves have such a shock?Could it be that Zhong Yiyi's skills have reached perfection?
No!Absolutely not!Compared with the master, Zhong Yiyi's performance is still very jerky, and many syllables are not handled smoothly enough. On the whole, he lacks the temperament of a master.

But why is the performance of an amateur master far more exciting to his heart than that of a master?
Accompanied by the melody played by Zhong Yiyi's fingertips, in Han Qiu's mind, there seemed to be such a picture: autumn is coming, strolling in the tree-lined alleys, listening to the sound of nature quietly.

It seems to hear the whispers of the autumn wind. The rustling sound is not lonely, but a classical movement like the vibration of strings; The sound was as crisp as a wind chime, and I heard the sound of the autumn rain tapping the earth like a drum...

Everything is so beautiful and peaceful.

Han Qiu suddenly thought: Maybe this kind of beauty and comfort is what makes Zhong Yiyi so touching!
The "Autumn Whispers" played by the masters revealed endless sorrow in its gorgeousness.

. .When the first ray of autumn wind suddenly blows, it is the loneliness after the prosperity is gone.The withered leaves are accompanied by the footsteps of autumn, sighing silently and hopelessly in meditation; Deduces a light and elegant dance; Ren's mottled thoughts wither in the bleak wind, still can't bear to drop the last care and parting, just like this, immersed in the whispers of autumn...

right!That's it!The masters' "Autumn Whispers" are both beautiful and sad, with heavy insights into life, and at the same time, they are invisibly put on heavy shackles.

Zhong Yiyi's technique is not perfect, but she is playing with her heart, her slightly jerky technique, but she interprets this famous song full of sadness into another scene: beautiful, comfortable and exciting!
Yes, exciting!The youthful young heart yearns for happiness, not melancholy.Even if you are depressed, you must have the strength to forge ahead and struggle.In our eyes, autumn is not bleak, but beautiful.Desolation is only the heart of the listener. .

As the last beautiful note fell, Zhong Yiyi slowly opened his eyes, his hands were still pressing the keys tightly, unwilling to let go for a long time.
All the people seem to be in the autumn, and they don't want to wake up for a long time.

"Crack~~crack~~" Han Qiu was the first to bear the brunt, clapping his hands a few times, looking dry...

Waves of applause broke out immediately, accompanied by whistling whistles!Damn, what a perfect combination of beauty and talent!
Of course, for such a small group of people, it is inevitable to hate Zhong Yiyi.

Zhong Yiyi was on the stage and bowed deeply to the audience, telling everyone to continue dancing; but the deafening applause did not stop, but became more violent.

Zhong Yiyi slowly walked down from the stage, and the places he passed were impenetrable.

"MM Zhong, I admire your talent very much. I wonder if we can have some artistic discussions?"

"I have a lot of research on classical music, such as Beethoven's Blue Danube, Bach's Symphony of Destiny, etc..."

"I'm good at playing the piano, can we talk about love?"

"This is my phone number, I look forward to having an in-depth communication with you..."

As soon as he got off the stage, Zhong Yiyi seemed to be a different person, changed his quiet and indifferent style, and said directly to the onlookers: "Good dogs don't get in the way, I'm just worried!"

Such a sturdy MM, with such a personality, I like it!Some animals, on the contrary, are more interested.

Just as Zhong Yiyi was tirelessly irritating, a voice came into her ears: "Ms. Zhong, can you do a dance for your face?"

Does this sound sound familiar?Zhong Yiyi followed the prestige, and suddenly became angry. Couldn't his irritability for the past two days be due to this lazy guy?Hmph, you still dare to ignore me, I want to give you some flair now, look, ignore you, you will be mad at you!

Zhong Yiyi deliberately turned his head away, reminding himself all the time: You can't look back, you have to persevere to the end!Resolutely ignore him!
But Han Qiu's actions attracted everyone's attention.Damn, this kid is not mainstream, he has such a stylish shoulder bag, how dare he come to dance?We have so many handsome guys who haven't been ranked yet, you toad, do you really want to eat swan meat?Cool off!

"Hey, who am I supposed to be? It turns out to be a famous man with heatstroke." A piercing voice came from the crowd.

Damn, this kid is the legendary heat stroke man?Everyone was taken aback, looking at Han Qiu with strange eyes.Also said who is so stylish, it turned out to be a man with heatstroke!
Han Qiu took a closer look: I'm sorry, it's really a narrow road for enemies, where can't we meet each other in the end of the world!

"Hey, who am I supposed to be? It turns out it's the famous impotence!" Han Qiu directly copied and pasted it, and pushed it back.

Impotence... the name is also... Everyone turned their heads and looked at Yang Wei with sympathetic eyes...

Yang Wei glared at Han Qiu angrily, his eyes full of murderous intent, he was about to kick him, but immediately felt a faint pain in his crotch, so he had to give up.

He turned his head and smiled obsequiously at a tall and handsome man standing beside him: "Brother Qi, this guy is the guy who keeps saying that the student union is a cult organization!"

The faces of all the people present were terrified!Especially Jiang Qi, who was standing beside Yang Wei, had a gloomy face and a terrifying light in his eyes.Despite his handsome appearance, he looks quite gentle, but he doesn't bark like a dog that bites people. As the sports minister of Rongda's student union, he has always been known for his violence, and he is known as the little bully.In the few years since he entered the school, there have been no less than 60 fights, large and small, with an average of once every half a month.He bears many scars on his arms, which he is proud of and calls "a man's badge of honor".

"Sunstroke man, right? Do you really think of the student union that way?" Jiang Qi stared at Han Qiu coldly, and said word by word: "I want to tell you that you are wrong, use my fist."

Khan, Bawangqi is going to fight again!With his rock-like body, proficient skills, and vicious heart, will he be killed in the face of a heat stroke man of average height, average weight, and extremely poor physique?

But it's time to fight!The mouth of the man with heat stroke is so stinky, he dared to say that we are a cult organization!
Han Qiu frowned, and asked suspiciously, "When did I say that?"

"Have the guts to say it, but don't you have the guts to admit it?" Yang Wei shouted triumphantly: "If you really have no guts, just kneel down and kowtow three times, call Grandpa, and let you go!"

"Manly man, if you say it, you must admit it!" Jiang Qi rubbed his five fingers and squeezed his fist, making a crackling sound.He didn't care whether what Yang Wei said was true or not, he only knew that Yang Wei was his younger brother who paid tribute all day long, and he was the boss and had to be covered.

"What do you want to do?" A delicate voice came over.

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(End of this chapter)