Senior Superstar

In the bustling square, looking at Tong Guaiguai's two small canine teeth, Li Shixin couldn't help being happy.

When wearing a veil, the little girl looks like a classic beauty. But when she took off the veil, she instantly became the young girl of the neighbor's family.

It's quite a contrast.

It may be that I haven't met people from my hometown for too long. After chatting for a while, the little girl opened up the conversation box.

I'm an old fan of yours, Xinye! When I returned to China last winter vacation, I went to the cultural festival in Yinxia Ancient City and watched your Drum King Drum live. I still keep the video of that time in my phone!

Seeing the little girl excitedly taking out her mobile phone and proving to herself that she wasn't lying, Li Shixin chuckled.

Yo, at that time Yan Baoxia hadn't filmed yet, so she was indeed an old fan.

Yes, yes!

Tong Guaiguai suddenly regained confidence, patted his chest, and said proudly: Later, I have followed every one of your works. Three-Body Problem was serialized on Huaqi's overseas website, and I even joined the translation team!

oh?

Hearing this, Li Shixin was really surprised.

The Three-Body Problem has also been serialized in Germany?

Um!

Tong obediently nodded, Huaqi's international website has been open for a long time, and many excellent domestic web articles have been translated into foreign languages ​​and serialized on the international website. However, the audience has not been large. Although Three-Body has been translated In a short time, it is now the most popular in the international station.

Speaking of this, the smile on Tong Guaiguai's face disappeared, and his expression gradually became abnormal.

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So why did the last part of the Three-Body Problem portray Cheng Xin as the character? Do you know how envious I was when I saw the group of foreigners who were blowing up about the second part because of the progress of the translation? ? Translating Three-Body Problem, for the first time in my life, I have the regret of hating myself for knowing Chinese!

drop!

Received an extra [Resentment] applause value, 667 points!

.cough cough,

Instantly transformed into a coquettish boy who was a head shorter than himself obediently rubbed his nose with a finger with a fingertip, Li Shixin blushed slightly.

Well, there are so many reasons for the book writer. It's all for the plot, so you can just treat Cheng Xin as a tool to advance the plot. Well, don't talk about these unhappy things. Be good, Are you going to close the stall?

Pushing the little girl Pianzi's finger away, Li Shixin pointed to Tong Guaiguai's guzheng.

In front of the simple booth, there are only a few pitiful coins in the guzheng box.

ah,

Being distracted by Li Shixin, Tong obediently nodded annoyed.

Usually it's okay here, but the opening ceremony of the film festival is about to start these two days, and there are too many street performers. The passenger flow has been scattered, and I played for a whole morning without anyone.

Seeing that Tong Guaiguai had all his emotions on his face, and looked so straightforward that he seemed to have a straight gut, Li Shixin laughed.

What an upright little guy.

If you're not in a hurry, can you lend me the Guzheng?

Lord Xin, do you know how to play the guzheng?

Tong obediently blinked her big eyes.

Li Shixin's face turned black when he saw the expression that was almost amateur players should not come out to embarrass themselves.

I understand a little.

Completely ignoring Li Shixin's expression, Tong obediently pointed to the movie palace behind him.

This is usually the place where concerts and musicals are held in Berlin. You know it is a hall of halls, right?

Who do you look down on, you little girl!

Our old Li, is playing his mother's hall level!

Frowning, Li Shixin took off his coat. Stuffing it into Tong Guaiguai's arms, regardless of the little girl's hesitation to speak, she went straight to the back of the guzheng and sat down.

The guzheng was from the Dunhuang brand. Li Shixin nodded secretly after he plucked the strings a few times to test the pitch.

It was a Guzheng of the Dunhuang brand, and it seemed to be at an entry-level level. But the price is that the pronunciation of each string is very comfortable, and it can be seen that it has been well maintained and adjusted by the owner.

Noticing the stylish Chinese knot hanging on one end of the guzheng, Li Shixin smiled slightly, and then closed his eyes.

The next moment, his fingers lightly resting on the guzheng moved.

Drum, pedal, clang!

Three rapid string sounds, accompanied by percussion-like clanging, filled the square in an instant with the force of a gold and iron horse!

This, this, this

On the side, Tong obediently, who was holding the mobile phone, widened his eyes.

At this moment, she only felt that the fluctuating strings seemed to vibrate the air thickly.

An indescribable pressure instantly surrounded him.

Drum, pedal, clang!

There was another string sound like a reminder.

Obviously it was the same melody as before, but Tong Guaiguai felt an aura full of killing, rushing towards him!

It's not just Tongguaiguai.

Following Li Shixin's two bursts of urging orders, the passing tourists stopped involuntarily and cast their surprised eyes over.

Scanning the crowd in front of him, Li Shixin raised his lips.

Fingers on the strings, start jumping, flipping. The stringed sound of a reminder is like a wave.

This, this, this.

At this moment, Tong Guaiguai's almond eyes widened as he watched Li Shixin's hands fiddle with the strings.

This is House of Flying Daggers!

This is an ancient pipa tune, an ancient pipa tune!

Can the guzheng be played like this?

It is said that the pipa’s killing spirit is the king of folk music, but why does this song Ambush from Ten Sides, which almost represents the culmination of pipa performances, make people feel fluffy when played on the guzheng? !

In Tong Guaiguai's astonishment, following Li Shixin's opening and closing, and sometimes holding his breath on the radio, the rhythm of arranging camps, playing, beating, and lining up in the song House of Flying Daggers became more and more intense. Shen, it's getting more and more dangerous!

In just over a minute, dozens of tourists gathered in front of Guzheng.

Feeling the Xiao Sha and Dan Jue gushing out with the song, some foreigners' necks were red.

God, who can tell me what song this is and what instrument this is? When it's played, it's like an army is passing by me!

Ghost knows! It feels like there are many malicious eyes staring at me in places I can't see around me, my goosebumps are getting up!

What the hell is this? It doesn't sound good, but it seems to play out the picture with musical notes, my God. It makes me feel like I'm surrounded by people.

Among a group of foreigners who were attracted by Li Shixin, a white-haired old man sitting in a wheelchair with dull eyes suddenly trembled all over his body.

Frank! Frank!

He started yelling.

On the side, a middle-aged man squatted down immediately.

Dad, I'm here, what's wrong with you?

Quick, quick!

What are you looking for?

Seeing the old man's hand trembling and waving in the air, as if he was looking for something urgently, the middle-aged man immediately held it.

White flag, quick, take out the white flag in my backpack! The German devils, the German devils have crossed the line of defense, they, they are coming!

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Seeing the panic-stricken look of the old man, the middle-aged man stroked his forehead speechlessly.

Papa, we are not in Maginot now, we are in Berlin, it's all over, we are here to participate in the film festival!

Berlin? We're in Berlin? Oh my God! Which bloody officer's strategic plan is this? We're driving into Berlin?!

The old man who spoke French widened his eyes instantly.

At this time, Li Shixin's House of Flying Daggers has come to an end.

After walking the line, ambush the two parts, implying the murderous intent of the whole song, at this moment, it is suddenly released!

Those strings, under his percussion-like percussion, are like sharp arrows shooting out from the bow and tearing the air!

Thunderbolt lightning, powerful!

poof,

As Li Shixin's song ended, there was a muffled sound from the crowd.

Je me rends!

Vive la France!

In the crowd, an old man with white hair fell to the ground.

He held a white T-shirt high in his hand.

On the streets of Berlin at the end of February, the sweat on the forehead of this old French man refracted the sunlight into colorful colors.

This song House of Flying Daggers completely shattered his defenses!

PS: This chapter is from yesterday. Mom was feeling a little uncomfortable last night and didn't complete the fourth update plan. Ask for a monthly pass!