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Chapter 132 Chapter 131
What Mr. Kusaki said sounded a little nonsensical.

It's been a long time since I came here.

He started out as an apprentice and gradually became a very good luthier.

Among the same age, Nian's piano skills are absolutely amazing.

Even among the teachers here, they can be ranked high.

But being ranked at the top does not mean that she has a very rich experience...

Nian grew up in the piano hall.

When it comes to social experience, it is basically zero.

As for composing music, especially the music about this story, there is no sense of substitution.

Therefore, no matter how full the thoughts and feelings are.

Or in other words, no matter how good Nian's piano skills are.

After all, the resulting song will be the same as before, missing something very important.

So much so that the feelings that have been accumulated for a long time are turned into flowing water, powerlessly lost.

Still can't erupt, can't make an eruption momentum.

Then such a piece of music seems to be more or less mediocre.

Yes, mediocre.

At the beginning of the ensemble, everyone just wanted to vent their emotions.

Then they were surprised to find that this kind of unintentional move seemed to be able to achieve a very wonderful reaction.

And the most direct expression of this reaction is...a piece of music that is likely to become a classic.

The crowd sighed.

Just a little.

Although Mr. Cao Mu said that he would give Nian a chance.

However, they should consider it as a practice with Nian.

Everyone returned to their seats.

Hold the violin in your arms.

I recalled Kazuki Xiaoyuan's words.

The atmosphere full of sadness once again appeared in the room.

Mr. Kuoki, who was lying on the ground like a grass, changed into a more comfortable position, and began to wait quietly for the beginning of the music.

I don't want to move.

No one else moved.

They are all waiting for an opportunity.

The opportunity will come soon.

It's like the blooming epiphyllum in the middle of the night.

Accompanied by a soft pop.

The flowers are blooming.

Just like the sound of a piano.

Exuberant emotions need to be vented.

When the sky outside gradually began to dim and dark.

When the wind blows, the cherry blossoms pass by the window.

When the whole tree starts to become just branches.

When the light in the house replaces the sunlight, it becomes obviously flattering and no longer hot.

on this night.

This group of people holding the piano.

In this boxy hut.

Using the piano, chattering endlessly about the youth in their minds.

Finally someone started to pluck the strings.

Maybe it's the memory of Harukin and Sasuke.

Maybe it's the sadness that I can't play a good song.

In short, there are more things contained in the sound of the piano this time than last time.

Heard the sound of a piano.

Others also plucked the strings.

When there is no wind, there is a pool of piano rhyme.

It sounds good.

Teacher Cao Mu showed a look of relief.

It's just that Nian holding the piano at the side didn't make any movements.

She just lowered her brows and eyes there, not knowing what she was thinking.

The qin held in his arms did not pluck half a minute.

……

The song is halfway through.

The children who were still practicing in the piano room gathered after hearing such voices.

But just as he was about to exclaim, he was stopped by Mr. Cao Mu who was lying on the ground.

They saw Teacher Caomu kept waving at them.

Under all kinds of doubts, he still walked over.

"Teacher Cao Mu?"

"Come down, come down!"

Teacher Cao Mu kept waving his hands.

Although these children do not understand very well.

But still like Mr. Kusaki, lay side by side on the ground.

"Teacher Kusaki, why do you maintain this posture?"

Someone asked in a low voice.

Teacher Cao Mu glared at them, but did not speak.

At this time, the music ushered in a turning point.

This turning point shocked everyone.

Then, ignoring the strangeness of this posture, they all looked into the room.

Those teachers' hands began to pick up speed.

The strings kept vibrating.

The music begins to climb.

Teacher Cao Mu's heart was lifted all of a sudden.

It seemed that he was about to reach a very critical place.

Everyone playing the piano frowned slightly.

It seems that they didn't hear any piano sounds about reading.

I couldn't help but start to feel dissatisfied with Teacher Cao Mu's arrangement in my heart.

It doesn't help at all.

Everyone wants to finish this piece.

Even if they feel that Nian may not be able to devote themselves to it, they still have expectations in their hearts.

Maybe reading will help them?
but?
The answer is no.

When the music is very critical, it pauses for a long time.

It has never been up or down.

Among them, the hand of someone playing the piano gradually became a little bit disordered.

It seemed that it was going to be unbearable.

And at this time.

A very sharp piano sound suddenly sounded.

At first glance.

It's like a bird chirping.

If you take it out alone, it may feel very abrupt and harsh.

But at this time.

When the music is about to collapse completely.

This bird cry seems to be the soul of the whole music.

Everyone's hands that were about to become disordered stabilized at this moment.

After the music took a crazy turn.

This time, it climbed completely to an excellent level.

At this moment, Nian suddenly changed the angle of the plectrum in his hand.

The whole string is violently pulled up in a way beyond ordinary people's skills.

Then there were bursts of sounds similar to birds chirping.

Under Nian's promotion, the music changed its angle again.

Like a kite being placed in the sky.

And thought will be the gusts of wind.

With the help of the gust of wind, the kite kept changing various postures.

Just like the current song.

Frenzied and rough style, but the sound of the piano reveals a little bit of sadness.

Under such an incomparably inconsistent combination, everyone present felt an unprecedented music feast.

Those apprentices have always heard that Nian's technique is very strong.

But never actually looked at it.

This time, they really experienced the rough feeling of the rain hitting the plantain.

The teachers who played the piano were all clearly aware of one point.

That's when their previously agonizingly depressed tunes got a breakthrough.

but……

After an extremely strong emotional vent this time.

It felt like a void again.

After the heavy rain, I always feel that the blank space makes people feel uncomfortable.

After thinking about it, I still don't know what tune to end with.

In the end, I had no choice but to press down on the trembling strings to make it dumb.

Everything is silent.

It's just that the thoughts didn't stop.

It's different from before.

She didn't rush to express something this time.

The wind of the piano changed from the mania it had been before.

It has become melodious, sad... longing.

It seems like a child, crying to the world, all her thoughts condensed from all emotions.

I miss you all.

The sound of the piano went round and round again.

In the end it was calm.

When everyone came back to their senses, they found that, at some point, they were already crying unbearably.

The cherry blossoms fell all over the ground.

The sound of the piano sang all night.

Under such mournful melancholy.

Clear tears reflect the moonlight.

"Hmm... what's the name of this song?"

Everyone looked at Nian, who was holding Qin and weeping so hard.

"It's called, miss it."

"why?"

"Because... Chunqin and Sasuke are her parents."

Teacher Cao Mu's voice made everyone stunned.

"Who else can miss this kind of tears..."

(End of this chapter)