After I left the entertainment industry to farm, I became a top star

When Ning Moran came back with the live broadcast equipment, he saw Xun Yin smiling, like a squirrel that had eaten pine nuts.

He said: "Now I can play!"

Ning Moran sat down attentively, and put on the holographic helmet as usual.

All members of the expeditionary force have long been fans of Xun Yin. When the time comes, all the officers will sit together and watch the live broadcast, except those who are on duty or on missions to other planets.

[Hello master! 】

[Master is even more dazzling today! 】

【Will the master play music for us?This instrument is so beautiful, what's its name? 】

【Master, I love you...】

The last barrage has not been posted yet, and the eyes are clear——

[The administrator has banned all members of this live room from commenting. 】

[Major Kane of the Third Division was banned by the administrator for three months. 】

Major Kane, who was glared at by his colleagues, hugged himself innocently: "I just want to establish a good relationship with the master so that I can find him for treatment in the future?"

He just came back from the Griffon Star, and heard that his general had recruited an artist, who seemed to be some kind of traffic star before, so he stayed up all night last night, picking up fans on the Internet to tout his brother's rainbow fart all night.

What are "You are electricity, you are light, you are the white moon in my heart", "I don't want to appreciate it from a distance, please allow me to kneel and look up", "I love you who are glorious and above all people, and I also love you who stumbled and were covered with bruises" ...

Major Kane vomited while vomiting, vomited and recited, and it turned out...

The colleagues expressed deep sympathy, patted him on the shoulder and said: "I don't blame you, you will understand in the future, the only one who can blow rainbow farts to Master Xun is our general."

"You are still far away."

Major Kane: ? ? ?

He was at a loss, and wanted to ask something, but he heard a "shh" from his colleague, "The performance has begun."

Xun Yin took a seat under the phoenix head, as if holding a konghou.

He only heard him waving his hands repeatedly, and the 88 strings "clanged" in unison.

The stone broke the sky, and the Kunshan jade was broken.

Konghou was originally a large-scale musical instrument exclusively for the court. According to Su Xun's words, there are few peaceful sounds played by konghou.This musical instrument is born with the majesty and beauty of the royal family. It is used to interpret the Zhengyin of China and make generous elegy.

The music is like beads, flowing from the slender fingertips, sometimes high-pitched and powerful, rushing into the sea, sometimes twists and turns, and trickling.

This majestic piano sound echoed in the starship and the live broadcast room through the resonance box, with the boundless universe and billions of stars behind it.

Everyone was quiet, and their hearts were empty.

They feel that their spiritual power seems to be able to continuously extend with the music, overlooking the body lightly, and some hidden wounds and hidden dangers in the spiritual power are also continuously healed and disappeared under the washing of such beautiful music.

After the song is over, many people don't even want to return to the heavy reality, as if there is still a lingering sound in their ears, and they don't feel it.

After a full five or six minutes, someone took a deep breath and sighed: "So this is the feeling of listening to musicians live. I understand why the group of people with eyes above the top of the central star are so pursuing artists."

For people with spiritual strength, listening to such a song every day is more exciting than any other entertainment.

"I used to look down on those people in the entertainment circle, thinking they were all motherfuckers and not men at all. Now I want to solemnly apologize to the entertainment circle. If the general hadn't had the insight to know the pearl and brought Master Xun to us, How long will my misunderstanding continue? Most importantly, how many supreme enjoyments like today will I miss?" This is heartbreaking.

"...That's not necessary. A genius like Master Xun has only been born in the entertainment circle for hundreds of years. I remember that Master Xun seems to have a nickname in the entertainment circle, called... 200 years... 200 years? with?"

"An artistic genius meets once in 200 years!" Major Kane, who just learned the common sense of the entertainment industry yesterday, said firmly.

"Yes! An artistic genius meets once in 200 years!"

The expeditionary army repeated this nickname several times and sighed: "Master Xun is really too humble."

"How could 200 years be so short? At least 1000 years!"

"In the future, I will be able to brag with my brothers in other units. I have listened to music once in a thousand years!"

While their emotions were high, a voice came in weakly: "[-]% to [-]%."

"What three or four..."

The expeditionary army was silent, and they remembered what the general had to repeat after every meal before: "It's only [-]% to [-]%, it's okay."

If this is [-]% to [-]%, then what is the feeling of listening to this song in person?

If that's okay, what was the previous healing album they smuggled from Central Star at a premium?Is it non-recyclable garbage?

Everyone in the expeditionary army has always admired the heroic general, but at this moment, on top of their admiration, there was a touch of envy, and a kind of admiration, which seemed to be more complicated than admiration.

Look, Master Xun is amazing, right?

Such a powerful Master Xun smiled so sweetly at our general, our general is really an unfathomable man.

Ning Moran was indeed greatly shocked at this moment.

It is conceivable that [-]% to [-]% of the music can already bring such high enjoyment to the expeditionary army. Then Ning Moran is sitting opposite the konghou player. His mental strength is many times that of the expeditionary army. The mental damage he suffered It's also many times their size.

Many × many × many... His soul seemed to be shaken by the sound of the harp, and he was completely washed in the sound of the piano like a snow-capped mountain and clear spring. All the scars, tribulations, and injustices were gently brushed away, leaving only a clear and firm spirit power core.

Ning Mo released part of his mental power, and found that it was not his own illusion. The biggest scar on the core of his mental power was no longer broken. .

This is just the effect of one performance.

He stared at Xun Yin for too long, his scorching eyes made Xun Yin a little uncertain, he got down from the piano bench, and said, "How is it, does it sound good?"

What he is playing today is a song composed by Su Yun himself, which does not exist in this interstellar era. Seeing that Ning Mo Ran has been silent for a long time, Xun Yin is a little worried that this classical music style will not be appreciated by people in this world.

Shouldn't it?Isn't it said that music transcends time and space and borders?

"Don't move!" Ning Moran finally reacted when Xun Yin wanted to lift the piano stool aside. He took over Xun Yin's work without saying a word, let him sit on the soft sofa beside him, and washed him A plate of freshly grown fruit from the cultivation tank was served as a snack.

Xun Yin poked the berries with a fork, raised his head and said to Ning Mo, "It's just a piano bench."

Ning Moran wiped the harp well, covered it with a cloth and put it aside: "Musicians' hands can't be used for these things."

Xun Yin felt a little strange. Although Ning Moran had treated him very well in the past, he was not as good as he is now. He wished he could take care of everything for him. He just sat there comfortably and raised his hand. There is.

This will not work!

Those raised in this way in the last days are usually the petite lovers of a strong man, and he...

[It's the fierceness of one person against ten mutant beasts!male! 】The system said.

[Yes! 】Xun Yin snapped his fingers: 【You have already learned how to answer quickly! 】

He got up amidst a series of ellipses in the system, went to the kitchen utensils, pulled out a kitchen knife and turned it around.

In the sharp knife light, Xun Yin said: "The musician's hands were still cooking for you yesterday."

A large piece of worm meat that had been thawed on the chopping board had turned into a crystal clear slice with clear texture and light transmission.

The nervous expression on Ning Moran's face gradually turned into helplessness, he said: "Sorry, I didn't adjust it for a while."

Among the group of musicians he had met before, none of them regarded their hands as treasures, not to mention using a knife, and even asked their assistants to carry their luggage for them.

Ning Moran was also influenced by them...but Xun Yin was different from them.

That's more or less.

Xun Yin said with satisfaction: "Come here and help me wash the vegetables, what do you want to eat in the morning?"

"Lettuce sandwich bar with fresh vegetable juice."

"it is good."

Ning Moran still grabbed most of the work, and amidst the sound of splashing water, he looked up.

The barrage in front of me went from [Yes, how can a musician's hands do heavy work?The general will remember to open the door for Master Xun later. 】

It became [Oh my god, where can I find a god like Master Xun who can go up to the hall and go down to the kitchen?Should I give myself to him? 】

The ban time is still too short.

Ning Moran ruthlessly used his mental power: Once again, everyone is silenced!

The expeditionary garrison wailed: I can't touch people, I can't eat, I can't hear music, and now I can't even discuss it?The general is too strict with people!

Fortunately, their generals couldn't hear the words after the silence, otherwise let alone eating and listening to music, three meals a day could be knocked down.

It's so arrogant!

The domineering Admiral Ning's ears warmed up, and Xun Yin stood beside the vegetable sink, turned his head, and pressed his ear against his ear, with the heat blowing on his face: "Who is better at playing, Master Luo or me?"

Ning Moran moved aside calmly: "Which Master Luo, who plays cotton?"

Xun Yin smiled: "What about me and his son?"

Ning Moran: "I've never heard of it. I think the cotton playing skills are not as good as his father's."

Satisfied, Xun Yin added a dish to him, and ticked "Accept Luo Ruiyu's challenge" as a to-do item.

But don't rush, let him stretch this person first.

Isn't there an old saying?The higher you stand, the harder you fall.

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The author has something to say:

The phoenix-headed harp in the article uses a modern shape, which is easy for everyone to imagine. The real phoenix-headed harp was lost after the Ming Dynasty.

Anyway, to interstellar people, these two are antiques^ω^