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

The sound of the piano is like threads of silk, like pearls and jade, slowly falling into the core of spiritual power, smoothing the tiny and indiscernible scars on it, and causing layer upon layer of ripples in the spiritual power.

The piece Xun Yin chose is called "Thoughts at a Quiet Night", which was inspired by a famous sentence passed down through the ages before the end of the world.

He attached great importance to the first live broadcast, and Ning Moran decided on the tunes to play together after listening to them.

After two people's experiments, any song that can arouse the emotions of the audience usually has a better therapeutic effect on mental damage.

This is also easy to understand, because emotion itself is an external manifestation of mental power.

The emotions that can break through the limitations of time and space and resonate with everyone are nothing more than love, family affection, and friendship. Xun Yin chose the feeling of homesickness as a breakthrough point.

Thinking at a quiet night, what I miss is my hometown, and even more so, my relatives, friends, close friends and lovers who are far away in my hometown.

The strings of piano sounds are extremely clear and cool, and with the flicking of the fingers, a round of arpeggios flows out from between the fingers, like clear frost pouring down on the ground, a piece of frosty white.

The sound of the music gradually rises, and the two rows of strings are brushed with both hands, playing different melodies respectively. On one side is the clear frost of thousands of miles, and on the other side is the bright moon of thousands of miles. The frost and moonlight complement each other and finally merge into one.

The listener's eyes and ears are clear, as if flying into the moon palace with the music, and looking at the earth. After the end of the song, they realize that the frost is the moonlight, and the moonlight is boundless. , I don’t know if there are people who look up at the moon and miss the distance.

Feelings of melancholy arise spontaneously, lingering with the music...

"Bada." Awakened by the warmth on the back of her hand, Qu Ruixue realized that she was unknowingly infected by the music, and burst into tears.

She wiped away her tears and suddenly felt refreshed.

It turned out that in the previous performances, the dense clusters of doubts, accusations, or barrages attacking the anchor's appearance all disappeared at some point.

It's like... the hosts of these barrages are also intoxicated by the music, so I'm sorry to continue to embarrass the anchor.

fair enough……

Qu Ruixue smiled slightly, and was about to continue enjoying the wonderful music when suddenly, a gaudy barrage flashed across her eyes.

【WTF?How ugly! 】

She frowned and looked at the owner of the barrage.

It is not difficult to find that there is currently only one high-level fan in the live broadcast room, and it is the troll who renamed himself [Stupid.

Seeing that his speech had its own special effects, which were shining and eye-catching, the troll sprayed even more triumphantly:

[Listen to your mother!Only ghosts are willing to listen! 】

【Your mother died and you played this song for his funeral? 】

[Stop playing, roll away! 】

Like a mouse dropping into a pot of porridge, all the good mood that was born because of music was completely destroyed by him.

Not only Qu Ruixue, many viewers who were intoxicated in the illusion of music were forced to wake up, seeing that a well-prepared live broadcast was messed up in this way.

Xun Yin was concentrating on playing, but Ning Moran had already noticed the comment of [stupid. Force the anchor to sneak into your mother's rules and die the whole family], and the other party yelled confidently: [You have the ability to kick me?Kicking me out of the live broadcast room shows that I am stupid. It makes the anchor feel guilty!Grandpa will come again next time! 】

His eyes turned cold, and he set the parameters of the live broadcast equipment.

The current holographic helmet can exert [-]% to [-]% of the influence of Xunyin's music on the mental power, but under the protest of the expeditionary army, the experts of the research institute stepped up research and development, and finally found that if the nerve center stimulation is increased, Seventy to eighty percent of the effect can be achieved in a short period of time.

This new feature lasts up to 5 minutes and is currently only available to premium VIP fans.

However, enough is enough.

Ning Moran immediately modified the permissions of [Stupid. Force the host to sneak into your mother's rules and kill the whole family].

So, he cursed and cursed, and the words in the barrage... suddenly had something different.

Here I would like to thank that all the bullet screens in the holographic live broadcast are sent out with spiritual power. Although [stupid. Force the anchor to sneak into your mother's rules and die the whole family] has a hard mouth, but his spiritual power is very honest.

The audience, including Qu Ruixue, hadn't had time to feel angry, and hadn't had time to fight with the trolls and disrupt the order of the live broadcast room. Suddenly, the bullet screens of the other party gradually became fragmented and unable to form sentences. In the end, it became a string of garbled characters like a keyboard.

here you go!

Qu Ruixue let out a sigh of relief, the corners of her mouth just raised a little, but the rolling barrage changed again.

This time it was legible text—

【WTF?It's really ugly... no wonder! 】

[Ghosts are willing to listen... I am a ghost, I am a ghost! 】

[Your mother is dead...I don't know if she is dead, please put this song in the urn when I die. 】

[Stop playing!Rolling... Where are you going, my heart! 】

Qu Ruixue: "..."

Just, an indescribable feeling.

A barrage of [Hahahaha] passed by below, probably able to express her mood at the moment.

... Just, why bother?

[Stupid. Forcing the anchor to sneak into your mother's rules and kill the whole family] Still outputting continuously, a thought suddenly popped up in Qu Ruixue's mind——

The anchor must have expected this scene when he was upgraded to a high-level VIP, right?

But then she felt that she had tarnished this quality and cultured anchor, so she shook her head guiltily.

The anchor looks like a musician who doesn't eat fireworks. How can he be proficient in the way fans tear each other up?He must want to repay the blame with virtue!

The person who was "revenged with virtue" did not receive this kindness. When [stupid. Forced the anchor to sneak into your mother's rules and die the whole family] finally woke up, "Quiet Night Thoughts" had ended with applause, which made him miss the last opportunity to do things. good opportunity.

When he saw the barrage he sent when he was insane, two words popped up in his mind immediately: witchcraft!

It must be sorcery!

Who is he, troll!

How can trolls be more brain-dead fans than brain-dead fans?impossible!

[Stupid. Forcing the anchor to sneak into your mother's rules and die the whole family] When the screen was full of @自己的hahaha, I opened my mouth and sprayed:

[Ha what?Say hello to all of you! 】

[The mouth is private, do you understand? 】

[What kind of comment area is this! 】

[The administrator issued a red card warning, please speak in a civilized manner, all insulting words are blocked in this live broadcast room, and if you repeat the offense, you will be banned. 】

【mouth! 】

[Red card warning +1]

[Mouth mouth! ! ! 】

[Red card warning +10086]

[Mouth...] When he sprayed with mental power again, he found that he couldn't spray anything.This feeling is like wanting to spray someone else but being forced to swallow it yourself. It's disgusting and indescribable.

[Stupid. Force the anchor to sneak into your mother's rules and die the whole family] When I lowered my head, I saw myself glowing red all over.

He looked up again, and found that his meticulously modified ID had changed at some point, and became [口口anchor, subtext, rules, family].

At first glance... I thought he was a pornographic person on the Internet.

"........."

The holographic helmet didn't give [Kou Kou Kou] a chance to die.

[It is detected that your mental threshold has fluctuated too much, and you will be forced to log out.Welcome to the next experience. 】

ID turned to gray, [口口口] opened his eyes, his chest felt tight with anger, and he spewed out two tubes of nosebleed, dripping on his clothes.

"Wow!" He cursed at the staff who came to check the situation, and after seeing the surprised expression on the other party's face, he blushed and changed his words: "Bah!"

"What rubbish? I will never experience this stupid holographic live broadcast again in my life!"

In the live broadcast room, after the loss of a troll, the atmosphere did not change much, but became more harmonious.

There seems to be a kind of friendship similar to "fighting side by side" between the anchor and the audience.

Xun Yin pressed the strings with both hands, stopped the trembling of the strings, and answered the questions in the barrage for the audience in a leisurely manner:

"The musical instrument is called konghou, phoenix-headed konghou, and it is a traditional court string music from the ancient Milky Way."

"The song is composed by myself, and it's called "Quiet Night Thoughts"."

"What's the meaning? It's taken from a famous sentence in the ancient Milky Way—'The moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Look up at the moon and look down at your hometown.'"

"Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head to think of your hometown..."

Qu Ruixue chewed it with her head down, and felt that although there were only twenty short words, the words were concise and meaningful, and every single word was beautiful. It was indeed a magnificent poem that only people in the ancient Milky Way system could create.

With the advent of the interstellar era, human beings have plundered countless resources in the exploration of the universe, but at the same time lost the imagination based on the unknown and awe, so that today's art world can only rely on exploring the fragments left by the ancient Milky Way. Only in this way can we restore the yearning, magnificence and talent world that was born in large numbers.

This song "Quiet Night Thoughts" has never been researched by scholars before, but the anchor said it casually. He must be a person with profound knowledge and a good understanding of the ancient Milky Way culture.

Thinking of this, when Qu Ruixue looked at the host again, he felt that his words and deeds had the taste of "romantic and elegant, Xiaoxiao Susu" in ancient books.

She unconsciously adjusted her sitting posture, trying to get closer to the anchor.

Xun Yin sat leisurely on the piano bench, plucking the strings casually, while continuing to tell the audience about the pictures in the ancient poems.

He had practiced beside the sage of calligraphy for many years, and was influenced by the sages of painting and music. He spoke these contents easily, full of poetic and picturesque flavor.Accompanied by the sound of Lingling music from time to time, the audience was brought into an extremely beautiful realm, as if they also raised their heads to see the bright moon, and bowed their heads to a handful of clear frost like water.

Gradually, in the eyes of the audience, his concealed face became "modest and low-key", his lively talking and laughing became "approachable", and even the impenetrable mosaic seemed to cast a layer on him Mysterious filter.

Barrage:

[The anchor teacher is shrouded in dazzling light, which is the light of wisdom, the light of music, the light of civilization, and the extra handful of rain sprinkled on him by the gods when they created human beings. 】

Seeing this barrage quickly received high praise, [Ning Jiajun] looked at each other in blank dismay, thinking that cultural people would praise others, and the so-called "rain from the gods" sounded more compelling than "angel's veil".

Excerpt excerpt.

After blowing more than a dozen eloquent rainbow farts, the owner of this barrage raised nervously:

[Mr. Anchor, I’m actually a graduate student of the Department of Ancient Chinese at Central Comprehensive University. Can I quote some of your explanations into the thesis?I will mark it! 】

Xun Yin: "Yes."

He would only be happy if more people could learn about the vanished civilization through him.

【thanks, thanks! 】

The postgraduate student of Central Comprehensive University was so happy that he bought a live broadcast room gift for Xun Yin, and couldn't wait to ask him several questions that had troubled him for a long time. What?What is the difference between verses and quatrains?All of them got satisfactory answers from Xun Yin.

His brows were furrowed for a while, relaxed for a while, and showed an expression of ecstasy and sudden realization, and the gifts in his hand were given to the anchor one by one.

In the end, he simply recorded the entire answering process and prepared to go back and discuss it with his tutor.

until--

[The gift you sent has reached the upper limit of the live broadcast room. 】

Only then did the graduate student stop asking questions embarrassingly, and apologized to other viewers in the live broadcast room for taking up their time.

【no problem, no problem. 】 All the fringe stars said one after another.

They were stunned. The Central Comprehensive University is the best university in the entire Federation, and all the students who can study there are the pride of heaven.As for the anchor, he admitted as early as when he started the live broadcast that he was a fringe celebrity.

Now the proud son of the Federation asks their fringe stars for advice, and even respectfully calls him a teacher, why are they so happy?Why can't the raised corners of the mouth be suppressed at all?

There was nowhere to vent the sadness in his heart, so the fringe stars in the live broadcast room also imitated him and gave gifts to the anchor.

Currently, there is only one kind of gift in the holographic live broadcast, which is roses worth 9 star coins. Each person can give up to 99 roses. It didn't take long for Xun Yin to be surrounded by a sea of ​​bright and fiery flowers.

Ning Moran thought of something and sent a message on the optical brain.

Qu Ruixue also followed Daliu to present a rose. After she clicked to send, the anchor sitting on the piano bench reluctantly took a rose from her hair. After looking at the mosaic face for a long time, it seemed Against the backdrop of roses, it is a little more delicate and charming.

She couldn't help laughing, thinking that the person under the mosaic should be a knowledgeable middle-aged man, and such a person would be overwhelmed by a body of roses... It really doesn't fit.

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