He was on fire at the apex of Yan Ye's heart

Yue Huai didn't read Weibo, he played stand-alone games with his mobile phone.

Wearing a headset on the left ear, the sound effects of the game are crackling.

Yan Chen put on the other earphone hanging on the side, looked at the screen, and gave Yue Huai an assist.

"here."

Yue Huai clicked, the bomb in the game exploded, and an English word—OVER appeared on the screen.

Yuehuai: "..."

He looked at Yan Chen speechlessly.

He was just about to win.

Yan Chen pursed her lips, not feeling guilty at all, "There is a problem with the setting of this game."

He has already calculated that as long as he clicks on the position he pointed to, he can pass the level. Who knows that the game bug will bomb him.

Yuehuai: "..."

He turned off his phone, put it in his pocket, and made up his mind not to listen to the scumbag next time.

Lou Wensheng looked at the two who were still chatting leisurely, and was speechless for a while, "Boy Yan, aren't you worried?"

He was worried just now when Chen Qinghe said that there were 50 fans in the live broadcast room.

He didn't know if Yuehuai could play the violin, but even if he could, the level might not be very high, and it would definitely cause ridicule.

What's more, Chen Qinghe and others have bad intentions.

Now, Lou Wensheng hates Chen Qinghe and the others to the core.

Fang Yanli was also worried, frowning, worried, "Why don't you pretend to be sick, little friend Yue? I understand that Chen Qinghe won't do anything to you."

George blinked his blue eyes, full of confusion.

oh.gosh.What are they talking about?He regretted not bringing an interpreter.

Yue Huai also put away the earphones, feeling a little sleepy, "No need." After a pause, "I play the violin quite well."

Lou Wensheng: "..."

Dialect ceremony: "..."

other people:"……"

Yue Chuhe scoffed directly, "Are you sick? It's such a time, and you're still talking big."

Ji Xiaozhen pursed her lips, did not speak, and felt a little annoyed.

This month, Yuehuai can't be more sensible, so what if he admits defeat.

Ji Qingxue on the stage has already started to play.

The first piece she played was the famous Butterfly Lovers.

As soon as the sound of the piano sounded, Lou Wensheng frowned, "What is playing here?"

"The Butterfly Lovers" focuses on a melancholy, but Ji Qingxue's piano sound is not soft when it should be soft, and not heavy when it should be heavy, just like a song that is out of tune.

Harsh as hell.

Li didn't understand the dialect very well. Hearing Lou Wensheng's words, he couldn't help asking: "Is she pulling right? I sound pretty good."

Lou Wensheng frowned, his voice was hesitant, "You sound good, it's because Xie Qio is covering for her and cooperating with her, this is nothing but shit."

This is also Ji Qingxue's cleverness. She knew that she was not good at pulling, so in order to prevent accidents, she specially found a concerto to cooperate with herself.

His voice was not suppressed, and the people behind heard it all.

Chen Qinghe showed anger on his face, and considering Lou Wensheng's identity, he could only hold back.

The song "Blessings of Love" lasted more than ten minutes.

Ji Qingxue took a break and started to play the second song.

This one is the one she claims to compose and compose herself, and the name is "Holy Light".

There is no concerto, she is the only one performing.

Lou heard the sound for a while, and he was just frowning, but his face suddenly became gloomy, and even anger appeared in his eyes.

This Ji Qingxue, she actually plagiarized.

He had heard the song "Holy Light" from a troupe in Ozhou. Although it had been changed, most of it was similar, and he recognized it as soon as he heard it.

Did Ji Qingxue think that the song was not well-known, so she just thought it was perfect, it was ridiculously stupid.

Yue Huai leaned back on the chair, raised her eyelids, and glanced at Ji Qingxue slowly.

Unlike Lou Wensheng's reaction, the live broadcast was full of praise.

【Ahhhhhhhhhh, it sounds so good, what kind of peerless music is this, I just started crying. 】

[This song is called "Holy Light"?I don't know why, but I have a feeling that this song is magnificent, but my sister's song seems a little weak. 】

[Don't talk if you can't speak upstairs, what do you mean a little weak, you force you to go up? 】

[Listen well, I just knelt down, sister Niu B. 】

This piece is only five or six minutes long and ends quickly.

The host smiled and said, "Next is the performance of the special guest. We have invited Yuehuai to come on stage."

Ji Qingxue stood aside.

After two games in a row, she was a little out of breath, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

Hearing the host's words, she raised her head and looked at Yue Huai.

Yue Huai raised her eyes.

His eyes are well shaped, the corners of his eyes are drooping, but the ends of his eyes are slightly raised, with a light tinge.

The slightly dim light above his head poured into the bottom of his eyes, as if a large starlight had been quenched inside.

He got up slowly, dragged his feet, and walked slowly onto the stage.

The host looked at his attire and was slightly taken aback.

This... what is this wearing?

Sweater, jeans, sneakers, and... too simple.

The group satire started directly in the live broadcast room.

[Hahahaha, I laughed so hard, did Yuehuai think it was a street performance this time?Dress so casually. 】

[Simply uneducated, my sister invited him to be a guest, so he just dresses casually like this?This is slapping my sister in the face. 】

【I'm going to drink water, and I'll come back later when he finishes pulling me. 】

Yuehuai's fans wanted to fight back, but looking at Yuehuai on the screen, he didn't know how to fight back.

Really...it's a little too casual.

Lou Wensheng frowned and said, "Boy Yan, why didn't you ask someone to arrange a dress for Yuehuai just now?"

Going up like this, I'm afraid I won't be ridiculed.

Yan Chen tapped the handrail slowly with his fingers, his peach blossom eyes were full of light, reflecting Yue Huai's figure, he bent his lips, and smiled.

"He does not need it."

And Ji Qingxue is not worthy either.

Lou Wensheng was a little speechless, "What about the violin? Are you ready?"

Yan Chen half-closed her eyes, "Get ready."

On the stage.

Ji Qingxue asked Yuehuai with a smile, "Cousin, what song are you planning to play later?"

Yue Huai put one hand in his pocket, raised his eyelids, not very serious, ""Holy Light"."

Ji Qingxue was startled for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "Holy Light? Can you play it?"

"Holy Light" is a song she asked Gunslinger to write, and she didn't even know it well, so Yuehuai just listened to it, he would?

Yue Huai didn't answer, her brows and eyes were still lazy, she changed the subject, and looked directly at Ji Qingxue with cold eyes, "Do you know what "Holy Light" mainly expresses?"

Ji Qingxue felt inexplicably afraid, and after thinking for a moment, why should I be afraid of him, she couldn't help but get angry, "Of course I know. "Holy Light" talks about God's partiality for the world, and he can't bear to see the world suffer, so he specially sends down the Holy Light, Purdue All living beings, this song mainly talks about the brilliance of God."

After receiving the piece, she asked her agent to ask about the meaning of the piece, and even memorized it.

Yuehuai sneered, "No."

"No?" Ji Qingxue mocked, "Why do you say no?"

Did he think he composed the music?

It's hilarious.

Yue Huai ignored it, took the microphone and said, "Give me my violin."

The words are for the feast below.

Everyone on the field was stunned by Yuehuai's arrogant attitude, including the live broadcast room.

【Are you sick?My sister composed the music herself, do you know what it means?What nonsense is Yue Huai talking about this time? 】

[Is he here to be funny?Wearing such shabby clothes, the violin has not been prepared in advance, how about playing it? 】

[Is the programmer here?Can you mosaic someone?When I saw him, I thought of YUE. 】

These are Ji Qingxue's fans.

Yuehuai's fans saw it, so of course they didn't dare to admit defeat and started to fight back.

[Funny, music has no borders, what's wrong with different opinions? 】

[A certain fan figured out that it was your sister who invited our brother. If she hadn't invited us, our brother would have come.She is not worthy to carry our brother's shoes. 】

[So what if our brother is dressed badly?Beauty is not crushing your sister. 】

This is true, even if Yue Huai only wore jeans, her godlike face suppressed the well-dressed Ji Qingxue.

Ji Qingxue's fans started talking back.

There was a lot of noise on the Internet.

Yan Chen asked someone to send the violin to Yue Huai.

The piano is packed in a big box, I can't see what it looks like, but the box looks a bit old.

Ji Qingxue tilted her head, pretending to be kind, "Brother, your violin looks average, do you want me to lend you my violin?"

Her violin was bought with a lot of money, and it was made by a certain master in Ozhou. A violin is hard to find.

Yue Huai ignored it.

After taking the violin up, he opened the box and took out the violin.

The violin does not look like new, dark wood grain color, with an old atmosphere, there is a slightly lighter signature in the lower right corner.

Ji Qingxue didn't see the signature, and when she saw that the Qin was so broken, she was even more disdainful, with a kind look on her face, "Brother, do you really not use mine?"

Yuehuai Cibai held the bow in her hand, stared at Qin, and a flash of nostalgia flashed in her eyes.

He glanced sideways, looked at Ji Qingxue, and said in a mocking voice, "Miss Ji, if I remember correctly, you learned the violin. So, don't you even know Beat's violin?"

boom--

The audience exploded.

Even those who don't know much about music will never have heard of Beat's name.

Violin genius, known as "the greatest musician of the seventeenth century", his violin is rare.

Lou Wensheng stood up abruptly, trembling with excitement, staring straight at the violin in Yuehuai's arms, wishing to rush over and grab it.

"Beate's?"

Ji Xiaozhen didn't quite understand, so she couldn't help asking Yue Yize, "Ozawa, is Beate famous?"

Yue Yize couldn't tell what emotion was in his heart, stared at Yue Huai on the stage, and nodded slowly.

"very famous."

So famous that ordinary people like them can only look up to them.

Ji Qingxue's heart was pounding, as if someone had stripped her clothes in public, so embarrassing that she wanted to dig a hole and bury herself in it.

Beat?How could it be Beat's piano?

She clenched her fingers tightly, and the slight tingling prevented her from doing anything irreversible.

"Is it really Beat's violin? I heard that his violin has long been extinct."

It means that Yuehuai's piano is an imitation.

The restlessness in the live broadcast room was more severe than that in the scene.

[Beate?Fuck, is it true?Are you talking nonsense? 】

[Mommy, I don't believe it!Beat is my idol, I don't believe I can see his piano in my life. 】

[Can someone popularize who Beate is? 】

[Upstairs, are you a caveman?Don't even know who Beater is?Beater was the most famous musician in the seventeenth century, and his violin was regarded as sacred music.What is sacred music is notoriously difficult to play and difficult to pull, but it's damn good, so good to hear the soul ascend to heaven.You search the Internet yourself. 】

[A certain degree came back, and now I just call him Dad, and I knelt down.This he X is too nice to hear. 】

[Compared with this, Ji Qingxue is pulling shit. 】

[Since you all say that Beater is very powerful, why is his violin in Yue Huai's hands.Funny, counterfeit, right?It's really shameless for Yuehuai to slap someone in the face with an imitation. 】

Seeing that, the barrage started to make noise again.

Yuehuai's fans began to worry.

Is this violin really real?Can Yuehuai really play "Holy Light"?

Yue Huai ignored Ji Qingxue's words and said casually, "Can I ask you to step down now?"

He really hated having someone constantly nagging at him before playing.