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Chapter 131 The music is not complete

Originally, the playing styles of the teachers were completely different.

Even the styles of several of them can be said to be completely opposite.

But at the moment when the strings are plucked.

All barriers are eliminated.

No one knows in advance what to play.

Not even a little bit of rehearsal.

Just like that, play casually.

Unexpectedly, it showed an unprecedented perfect effect.

It can even be said to be the best effect ever.

The sound of the piano slowly walked out of the room.

It disturbed the old luthier who had eaten and went to rest.

The old luthier who has wasted half his life has never heard such an ensemble in his memory.

Subconsciously thought that the team from the big city outside came here to make some exchanges.

So, he got up in a hurry, put on one or two clothes and walked towards here.

Going forward with the fastest pace he could.

At this time, if there are still people coming to communicate.

According to their high-end techniques, it seems impossible to communicate at all.

Rather than talking about communication, it's better to say that it's more straightforward to kick the gym.

If this happens.

Then it is bound to spread and have some impact on the piano hall.

The business of the piano hall will get worse and worse.

The days are getting harder and harder.

So if possible, I hope to invite these masters to make a living in the piano hall.

They are just a group of mediocre luthiers.

It's nothing more than the dignity of the luthier and their not-so-beautiful appearance that prevent them from becoming geisha...

Therefore, the old luthier will definitely sit down with the most sincerity, hoping that these masters will let them go.

He already saw the threshold of that room in his line of sight.

Hurry up!
Hurry up!
At this time, no matter how beautiful the sound of the piano was, he didn't have any intention to appreciate it.

Because of the strenuous exercise, the old body can feel that the heart is about to jump out of the throat.

With the steps approaching a little bit.

As the sound of the piano is getting closer and closer to the ear.

The old luthier staggered, didn't stand firmly, and fell heavily forward.

It just so happened that the place where the old luthier fell also happened to be.

The neck is stuck on the threshold.

Looking at the past from the angle of the head, one can just observe the situation in the room.

He just closed his eyes tightly at this time.

The originally melodious tune in my ears became very harsh.

He could even imagine the unwillingness and embarrassment on everyone's faces.

In addition, the business was bleak not long after, and there were few people.

He took a deep breath.

After all, he has to shoulder such a responsibility.

After opening his eyes suddenly, he found that Nianzheng was squatting in front of him.

Shhh!
She put a finger in front of her mouth, making a silent movement.

The old luthier couldn't understand Nian's approach.

Nian gently waved his hand, and then got out of the way of the body in front of him.

After he looked over,
It's like seeing something you didn't dare to see.

no one else.

All I know.

They all closed their eyes tightly.

The strings were plucked by them at will.

Those sounds emanated from the qin in their arms.

When did they have this technique?

Or... Are these people still the ones he knows?
At this time, the old luthier felt the burning pain caused by the wrestling.

He wanted to struggle to get up and walk in, but after thumping for a while, he gave up struggling.

One was that he couldn't get up, and the other was that the harsh sound of the piano became extremely pleasant again after knowing that it was played by his own people.

He still remembered what he told himself not to make a sound.

So, like this, he leaned on the threshold with his whole body, letting his body lie horizontally, his eyes closed slowly, feeling the emotions contained in the sound of the piano.

It should be the particularity of their profession.

Musicians are always more sentimental than ordinary people.

It seems to be the same as a writer, one uses musical notes to express, and the other uses words.

In their view, this is an extremely beautiful love story.

At the same time, it is because Harukoto and Sasuke are luthiers.

They put themselves into it completely.

I felt the overwhelming love.

So they plucked the strings faster and faster.

Qin, you can express your feelings.

The sound of the piano is getting louder and louder.

Emotions are also getting hotter.

Like the cherry blossoms on the tree.

They are all waiting for a violent eruption.

Everything is heading towards the highest point.

Everyone felt a critical point of explosion.

The hand plucking the strings has almost become an afterimage.

The strings vibrated violently.

However, just when everything was about to spit out, the original feeling of harmony was broken.

The sound of the piano began to become chaotic.

This time it was harsh, even a little loud.

But under such circumstances, all sounds stopped abruptly.

Qin, something is missing in it.

It's like the volcano hasn't fully warmed up yet.

Strong feelings cannot be vented, in exchange for a kind of discomfort.

When everyone suddenly came to their senses, they looked at each other.

They all felt that they had accomplished an impossible feat.

But I feel sorry for not being able to find a point of empathy.

"I always feel like something is missing."

A luthier frowned.

He moved his fingers randomly.

Then he found that he could never enter that state again.

So are others.

This piece of music lacks one of the most important points.

"Ah, Teacher Cao Mu, why are you lying on the ground?"

At this time, someone noticed the old luthier lying on the ground with his eyes closed.

"The music is not complete."

Teacher Cao Mu didn't get up, he was still lying on the ground, frowning and said.

His face was a little dissatisfied.

"One very important thing is missing. If this thing is missing, this piece of music is not good at all."

Everyone wanted to help him up, but they didn't hear the complete music. Mr. Cao Mu seemed willing to lie on the ground and become a grass.

He was worried that Qinguan would wither like cherry blossoms.

But now he seemed to see a hope.

"But none of us know what this important thing is."

After everyone looked at each other, they all seemed quite lonely.

It seems that this emotion does not have a very solid foundation.

Or in other words, everything is based on a very vain imagination.

So, at this time, if there is a...

Teacher Cao Mu suddenly remembered something.

Then he struggled and changed his position on the ground.

Looking to the side, Nian looked over.

He's getting older.

The fall just now reminded him of something.

Then I saw Nian silently walking a few steps forward.

"Do you want to do it again?"

"Okay, let's do it again!"

Teacher Cao Mu said.

"why?"

Everyone looked towards Mr. Cao Mu.

Composing music is not that simple.

And Nian is so young.

How does she know how to love?

"because……"

I haven't waited for Teacher Caomu to finish speaking.

The sound of the zither has already risen.

So, in the melodious sound of the piano.

Teacher Cao Mu lay on the ground and said softly: "Because she understands the most sincere emotions."

(End of this chapter)