In the dust of the world
Chapter 8 8
"Weichen, your tablemate said you want to participate, what show?" Luo Yuyao said intentionally, she knew in her heart that Bai Weichen was just joking.
"Luo Yuyao, I don't care, you have to participate for me." Bai Weichen wanted to pull a back when he died.
"I don't." Luo refused straight away, wanting to see his reaction.
"Sister Luo~" Luo Yaoyao is two months older than Bai Weichen, and Bai Weichen often uses this to call Luo Yaoyao old and call her Sister Luo, but shouldn't the older one call the younger one a brat?
"Sister Luo~" Bai Weichen began to act like a baby shamelessly.
Luo Yuyao intentionally let him play around there, and after a while he said slowly, "Okay, how could I not help you. But, you know, my Black Rose Club is short of manpower, and there will be some people next month." There is an event that may need your help."
"Okay, no problem." Bai Weichen agreed without asking what the event was, and then started discussing the content of the show with her.
"In my opinion, you can just play the piano." Luo waved his hands.
"No, no." As soon as Bai Weichen thought that Lan Jingming would be there, he directly ruled out playing the piano. He is a pianist, and he and Luo Yuyao are amateurs, and it is so embarrassing to play ax in front of him.
But Bai Weichen, why did you think of Lan Jingming first, do you care about how he feels?In fact, he himself didn't know why.
"The guitar and the drum kit?" Luo Yuandiao said.
"You play drums?" Bai Weichen said intentionally.
"Of course it's you. Didn't you say that drums are the best way to satisfy your wild nature?"
"Isn't this a bit too common?" Bai Weichen said.
After discussing a few more times, Bai Weichen was not satisfied, and finally Luo Yuyu threw him an angry sentence: "Bai Weichen, you can't finish it. In my opinion, just play the piano. It's just a formality, and it's not Competition or something, so what are you doing seriously?"
Bai Weichen felt that if he said one more sentence, Luo Yuanyuan would lose his temper, so he nodded, "It's okay, if you play the piano, you can play the piano."
"That's fine, it's settled like that." Luo Yaoyao said, and then asked: "What song are you playing?"
Piano music has soul and emotion. Only by injecting emotion and showing true feelings in playing can it really move others.However, Bai Weichen and Luo Yuanyuan's piano sound may lack some spirit.This is also the reason why Bai Weichen didn't want Lan Jingming to hear him play the piano. A person who really understands the piano can immediately hear the hollowness in his piano sound. The fingering technique is very good, but they can't inject emotion into the piano. Like Luo Yuanyao, he just presses the keys.
So he had to choose a piano piece that didn't require emotion, but a complete test of technique.
"How about "Angel's Laugh"?" Bai Weichen smiled.
The protagonist in this piano piece, Angel, is a devil, an arrogant devil. This piece of his is completely his own arrogant and world-weary attitude. The tune of the first piece is extremely fast, and various complex notes are directly mixed together. It is a piece that completely tests technique and is quite difficult to play.
"Are you crazy? This is too difficult. I've grown up so much, I've never seen a living person play this in front of me." Luo Yuyao had an expression on his face that I couldn't do it, I really couldn't do it.
"I will be the first living person. Sister Luo, believe in yourself, you have shown your courage in Dream Walking Tianya, as an assistant, killing [-] people in one go, and finally sneaking into prison. " Bai Weichen said.
Luo Yuan curled his lips, if he had known earlier, he would not have agreed to him, huh huh.
"What do you think Lan Jingming will think when he sees it?" Bai Weichen inadvertently said what was in his heart.
"You don't care what he thinks, you don't know him that well." Luo Yuantian smiled.
Bai Weichen didn't speak, but his mind was in a mess.
When he got home and lay on the bed, he hadn't written a manuscript for several days, so he turned on the computer and coded silently.His pseudonym is A Mote of Dust. Perhaps this name is based on a beautiful ideal in his heart. So far, he has published three books, one of which is a novel and two of which are essays.
Bai Weichen follows the literary route. His writing style has always been relatively fresh and natural, close to life, always using his own experiences or stories he heard as raw materials, not the style of online writing. It will appear in his articles, and his titles are always very literary, which looks very boring.Because he has been challenging cold subjects, although his writing style is very good, he has been sinking into the bottom of the sea. Fortunately, he really likes to write and has been insisting on writing. It has finally improved in recent years, and there are many The publishing house asked him to publish it, so it is said that gold will always shine.
Maybe he was born to be a writer, not an Internet writer.
Just many years later, he left all his relatives and friends alone and went wandering.He didn't bring those credit cards that his father would send money to him every month. He used his own manuscript fees. He wrote articles every day, kept changing cities, read more, listened more, and wrote more. Also more natural.
When he was 23 years old, he wrote his first travel book "Soul, Anzai", which recorded everything that happened during his wandering for so many years.In fact, when he wrote this book, he hoped that a person, a person who did not know where, could see it.
In fact, he regretted it a long time ago. He and he have always had a knot in their hearts. If he hadn't left him impulsively at the beginning, maybe the ending would have been different.
"Luo Yuyao, I don't care, you have to participate for me." Bai Weichen wanted to pull a back when he died.
"I don't." Luo refused straight away, wanting to see his reaction.
"Sister Luo~" Luo Yaoyao is two months older than Bai Weichen, and Bai Weichen often uses this to call Luo Yaoyao old and call her Sister Luo, but shouldn't the older one call the younger one a brat?
"Sister Luo~" Bai Weichen began to act like a baby shamelessly.
Luo Yuyao intentionally let him play around there, and after a while he said slowly, "Okay, how could I not help you. But, you know, my Black Rose Club is short of manpower, and there will be some people next month." There is an event that may need your help."
"Okay, no problem." Bai Weichen agreed without asking what the event was, and then started discussing the content of the show with her.
"In my opinion, you can just play the piano." Luo waved his hands.
"No, no." As soon as Bai Weichen thought that Lan Jingming would be there, he directly ruled out playing the piano. He is a pianist, and he and Luo Yuyao are amateurs, and it is so embarrassing to play ax in front of him.
But Bai Weichen, why did you think of Lan Jingming first, do you care about how he feels?In fact, he himself didn't know why.
"The guitar and the drum kit?" Luo Yuandiao said.
"You play drums?" Bai Weichen said intentionally.
"Of course it's you. Didn't you say that drums are the best way to satisfy your wild nature?"
"Isn't this a bit too common?" Bai Weichen said.
After discussing a few more times, Bai Weichen was not satisfied, and finally Luo Yuyu threw him an angry sentence: "Bai Weichen, you can't finish it. In my opinion, just play the piano. It's just a formality, and it's not Competition or something, so what are you doing seriously?"
Bai Weichen felt that if he said one more sentence, Luo Yuanyuan would lose his temper, so he nodded, "It's okay, if you play the piano, you can play the piano."
"That's fine, it's settled like that." Luo Yaoyao said, and then asked: "What song are you playing?"
Piano music has soul and emotion. Only by injecting emotion and showing true feelings in playing can it really move others.However, Bai Weichen and Luo Yuanyuan's piano sound may lack some spirit.This is also the reason why Bai Weichen didn't want Lan Jingming to hear him play the piano. A person who really understands the piano can immediately hear the hollowness in his piano sound. The fingering technique is very good, but they can't inject emotion into the piano. Like Luo Yuanyao, he just presses the keys.
So he had to choose a piano piece that didn't require emotion, but a complete test of technique.
"How about "Angel's Laugh"?" Bai Weichen smiled.
The protagonist in this piano piece, Angel, is a devil, an arrogant devil. This piece of his is completely his own arrogant and world-weary attitude. The tune of the first piece is extremely fast, and various complex notes are directly mixed together. It is a piece that completely tests technique and is quite difficult to play.
"Are you crazy? This is too difficult. I've grown up so much, I've never seen a living person play this in front of me." Luo Yuyao had an expression on his face that I couldn't do it, I really couldn't do it.
"I will be the first living person. Sister Luo, believe in yourself, you have shown your courage in Dream Walking Tianya, as an assistant, killing [-] people in one go, and finally sneaking into prison. " Bai Weichen said.
Luo Yuan curled his lips, if he had known earlier, he would not have agreed to him, huh huh.
"What do you think Lan Jingming will think when he sees it?" Bai Weichen inadvertently said what was in his heart.
"You don't care what he thinks, you don't know him that well." Luo Yuantian smiled.
Bai Weichen didn't speak, but his mind was in a mess.
When he got home and lay on the bed, he hadn't written a manuscript for several days, so he turned on the computer and coded silently.His pseudonym is A Mote of Dust. Perhaps this name is based on a beautiful ideal in his heart. So far, he has published three books, one of which is a novel and two of which are essays.
Bai Weichen follows the literary route. His writing style has always been relatively fresh and natural, close to life, always using his own experiences or stories he heard as raw materials, not the style of online writing. It will appear in his articles, and his titles are always very literary, which looks very boring.Because he has been challenging cold subjects, although his writing style is very good, he has been sinking into the bottom of the sea. Fortunately, he really likes to write and has been insisting on writing. It has finally improved in recent years, and there are many The publishing house asked him to publish it, so it is said that gold will always shine.
Maybe he was born to be a writer, not an Internet writer.
Just many years later, he left all his relatives and friends alone and went wandering.He didn't bring those credit cards that his father would send money to him every month. He used his own manuscript fees. He wrote articles every day, kept changing cities, read more, listened more, and wrote more. Also more natural.
When he was 23 years old, he wrote his first travel book "Soul, Anzai", which recorded everything that happened during his wandering for so many years.In fact, when he wrote this book, he hoped that a person, a person who did not know where, could see it.
In fact, he regretted it a long time ago. He and he have always had a knot in their hearts. If he hadn't left him impulsively at the beginning, maybe the ending would have been different.
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