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Everyone was stunned.

Mr. Fang came to his senses first, looked Su Zening up and down haughtily, and said with a sneer, "Can you play? Have you read the score?" He had never seen this boy before, and he must not be well-known in the music circle. He put it in his eyes.

Su Zening said lightly: "I haven't seen it." He put his fingers on the white table next to him, tapping lightly and melodiously.

Mr. Fang said as if hearing a big joke: "You haven't even read the score, so you dare to say such a thing?"

Although this kind of melody is simple and meaningless, it is purely a complacent popular song made by the young master himself, and it is not difficult at all.But this person was talking nonsense without even reading the song.

Although he has not watched it many times, he has been obsessed with the piano since he was a child. He has been with the piano since he was sensible and studied classical music. All the teachers who have taught him have lamented his talent in music performance. He has this self-confidence, and it is almost enough to read the score a few times, and the fact is true, he is indeed very complete.

However, this kid probably doesn't have such a foundation.

Seeing this, the staff complained in their hearts. This young master hasn't even read the song, what's the fun? Sit down?" This time the young master wanted to surprise the eldest master, who knew that such a thing would happen.If it gets too big, he will definitely be skinned by the young master.

Su Zening smiled lightly, tilted her head slightly, and looked at Mr. Fang with the typical high spirits of a young man, with blue eyes: "Maybe I'll find out soon after I try it?"

Mr. Fang was startled by those bright eyes, the young man seemed to have a plan in his chest.

Is this kid looking at the scores?

impossible.

Although it is simple pop music, even he can't do the sight-reading. Otherwise, he may barely be able to do it, but it's just barely playing out the tune and melody, and the details are not handled at all.

This kind of performance is not a complete work at all, it can only be called a semi-finished product.

Without a lot of accumulation and connection, and an understanding of music theory, how can it be possible to do sight reading.

What's more, Mr. Fang looked at Su Zening's fingers, which were slender and well knuckled.

People who have practiced the piano for a long time mostly have thick, short and callused fingers, and they are not so white and tender at all. He believes that this boy just practiced a few pieces casually, and he is a young master who has no points for his own level after passing the so-called tenth level.

Mr. Fang thought that he had some points for the young man's level, so he said with relief: "Not just anyone can play this kind of piano. I'm afraid you won't be able to practice it for another ten years at your level." Although these words are not polite, But the truth is, this piano is definitely worthy of its price, and it is definitely not something that everyone can control.This is also the reason why he doesn't like that Young Master Nie.

Without more than ten years of persistent practice and concentration, I can't control this piano at all.That Young Master Nie couldn't do it at all.

This piano can only be dusted here and reduced to a tool for the rich to show off.

The staff over there had no choice but to forcibly pull Su Zening away.

However, Su Zening sat down by the piano, raised his head and smiled at Mr. Fang with one corner of his lips curled up. This smile was a little arrogant, but the young man's eyes were clear and sharp. Such an arrogant smile not only did not appear frivolous, but made the young man shine like the sun.

The boy's voice was not loud, but his words were distinct: "Why don't you dare?"

The staff and Mr. Fang who originally wanted to pull Su Zening away were all stunned.

Mr. Fang's companion suddenly thought that just now he saw the boy's fingertips tapping on the table, the rhythm of the tapping, the posture, he silently recalled, and then suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Isn't that-

Is it the tune they just played?

At this time, Nie Changmo's indifferent voice came: "It's okay, it's not up to you." The sickly boy walked in, and as soon as he came in, he gave Mr. Fang and the staff a cold look. , Looking over at that moment, the two subconsciously avoided Nie Changmo's sight, not daring to refute.

Nie Changmo ignored them and said to Su Zening, "Ningning, do you want to try it?" Although he was in poor health, he had a strong personality since he was a child, and he couldn't hear the disdain in Mr. Fang's tone. .

Nie Changmo has always been used to arrogance, with a personality that would rather be broken than broken, no matter how good that Mr. Fang plays, it is of no use. Since Mr. Fang looks down on him from the bottom of his heart, why should he rush to find it.

"Momo, although I'm not very good." Su Zening didn't shirk, put his hand on the piano and said, "But I have learned the piano from my family. If you believe me, you can leave it to me. I will try my best to do my best." of."

Dad often said that he was not talented enough, far worse than when he was young.

He didn't know if he could do well.

But he will do his best, and he must not hand over such an important matter to Momo to Mr. Fang who doesn't take it seriously at all.

Nie Changmo smiled and said, "Ning Ning, just do your best, no matter what you play, I like it." Of course he knew that Ning Ning had never seen the music he made himself, and it was the first time he played it. Looking at the piece, the performance must be stuttering, and there will be no effect, but he is also happy with it.

He knows who is sincere and who is perfunctory.

Mr. Fang couldn't help but said: "I don't know the height of the sky." He looked at the crowd who had been attracted by the dispute just now, sneered in his heart, and waited to see the boy's joke.

Pianos of this level are not just expensive. The tone of a classical grand piano depends on the strength, control and position of the player when pressing the keys. And expression, it gives the piano a rich sense of layering.

And this legendary piano will magnify its own subtle shortcomings ten thousand times.

Even when he played it for the first time, he was ashamed to hear the flawed melody between his fingers.

Just rely on this kid?

Mr. Fang sneered and looked at the sound switch which was turned off.

He turned on the stereo without showing a trace.

Isn't this kid going to play?

Then help him yourself.

A low-key and elegant classical grand piano, and a young boy with a hint of childishness sat in front of it, putting his fingers on the keys.The posture and temperament of the upper body, arms and even the fingers of the whole person are completely different.

Mr. Fang originally planned to look at the face of the joke, but suddenly became serious, and exchanged a glance with his companion.

It can be seen at a glance whether there are basic skills.

Apart from other things, this young man's basic skills are beyond reproach.

His companion thought more. He closed his eyes and thought carefully about the position of the young man's fingertips on the table and the position of the piano keys. Their instructor often played the arrangement silently on the table, but this was only done after years of accumulation. Arrived.

He couldn't help showing a wry smile at the corner of his mouth, and he had a faint feeling in his heart that they might have encountered some difficulties.

Nie Changmo naturally stepped forward, wanting to turn over the sheet music for Su Zening.

Su Zening raised her head and smiled at him, "No need."

Nie Changmo was taken aback, and then realized that Ning Ning meant that he didn't want the song?

Su Zening pointed to his own head, bent his mouth playfully, and said, "I've already written it down." He had just heard Mr. Fang play it once and he had already written it down.

There is a saying in the music industry about sight-singing and ear training.

The so-called sight-singing means singing while reading music.The so-called listening ear is to distinguish the interval and intonation.

These are basic skills for him, and he can memorize them naturally after listening to them, which is not considered great.Dad can hear any wrong note in the symphony orchestra, but he can't. He can only hear the high or low of a certain part, and he was laughed at by his father for this.

Mr. Fang snorted coldly for no apparent reason.

Obviously, he heard Su Zening's nonsense.I can remember everything after listening to it once. Who does he think he is?

His companion looked at Su Zening in shock, just now he thought that the boy must be bad, but now he is not so sure.

Su Zening took a deep breath, and many images of the past flashed in his blue eyes. When he pressed it between his fingers, the low tone of the piano resounded throughout the hall. Many people in the hall looked towards this side. The sound was not pleasant.

Mr. Fang sneered, the first note was not strong enough, it really was a show.

Before he could finish his complacency, he realized that a cold gaze was falling on him, and he looked up in surprise and it was Nie Changmo.

This sickly young man looked at him coldly, his eyes were penetrating, as if he had seen through everything.

Mr. Fang's heart tightened, and then he thought what would happen if he was found out, anyway, he was going abroad, and after going abroad, the sky was far above the emperor, not to mention that he hadn't done anything.

A series of notes with different weights and some unfamiliar notes were played between the young man's fingers. Mr. Fang shook his head. Sure enough, this is a typical inaccurate grasp of the piano's strength.

So what if you can memorize and recite scores?

This level of bumping and popping up?

It's just a joke.

Sure enough, the piano sound that was amplified to the entire banquet hall did not sound good, which attracted the attention of many people.

The guests couldn't help frowning, who is fooling around.

The staff anxiously said: "Hey, who turned on the stereo for me."

He looked at Su Zening with some helplessness. If you don't get diamonds, don't get porcelain.

Made it now, alas!

But Su Zening didn't care at all. The young man with eyebrows frowned and stared at the piano keys was serious and generous, as if he ignored everything.

The staff looked at Nie Changmo and whispered, "Master, I'll turn off the stereo."

Nie Changmo looked at Su Zening's earnest and slightly nodding side face. The sun shone from the floor-to-ceiling windows and fell on the young man's face. The young man's skin was crystal clear, his thick eyelashes curled up like butterfly wings, his tall and straight waist, and his whole body was peaceful. And beautiful.

Nie Changmo felt inexplicably relieved, and said with groundless confidence in the young man, "No."

The staff was stunned for a moment and didn't dare to disobey Nie Changmo's order. They could only watch with a sad face as more and more people noticed this side of the banquet hall.

Mr. Fang's companion breathed a sigh of relief, pulled the hem of Mr. Fang's clothes, and signaled Mr. Fang to go to Nie's side to give in.He knew that Mr. Fang's personality had always been arrogant, but the Nie family was a low-headed snake after all, so if you can't make the relationship stiff, don't make it stiff, not to mention that this young man is obviously unable to play, they are now convinced, and then they can handle this matter well. , the Nie family probably wouldn't say anything either.

Mr. Fang understood what he meant, walked up to Nie Changmo and said triumphantly, "Mr. Nie, professional matters should be left to professional people." He looked at the piano as if he was looking at his beloved lover, with a smile in his eyes. Fanatical light: "This piano can perform at its best in my hands, Mr. Nie, you don't want your hard work to be ruined by others, right?"

Nie Changmo looked at him coldly.

Neither of them noticed that the boy's unfamiliar fingering had just become proficient at an astonishing speed.

The boy sitting in front of the piano finally stopped moving.

Mr. Fang looked over and couldn't help but think, is this kid finally embarrassed to play anymore?If he was this kid, he would have been embarrassed to play it.

The young man just smiled at Nie Changmo and said, "I'm ready."

Then the fingers fluttered, and a series of transparent and spiritual notes flowed out from the fingers. The notes, like smart elves, danced in the ears of the listeners, and the eyes of all the listeners couldn't help but light up.

It is completely different from the general rustiness of beginners just now.

Mr. Fang was stunned when he heard it.

how come.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

The juvenile's series of voices is not just pleasant to hear.

After all, the piano is a percussion instrument, and each sound will disappear soon after being played, just like a pearl. Every pearl is beautiful, but that's all.The player needs to connect the notes through the subtle grasp of piano strength and wear them into a gorgeous pearl necklace. Many people will look very dull if they don't handle it well, but the timbre of the piano between the fingers of a young man is extremely spiritual.

Mr. Fang's face changed drastically.

His companion bowed his head and smiled wryly: "How can there be no reputation in the industry at this level." Even if he played simple pop music, the boy's handling of details and use of skills can already explain a lot of things, and The string of chords between the young man's fingers is as natural as it is, and he simply moves with his heart. It is impossible to do this without decades of accomplishments immersed in music theory and a talent far beyond others.

It is because they understand that they have no way to deceive themselves.

It was good that they had completed just now, but it was only limited to completion.

But the series of notes of the young man is like someone whispering softly in your ear in the dead of night.Even the staff who don't understand music can tell that the boy's playing seems to be much better than that damn Mr. Fang.

Although he couldn't say anything, he felt that Mr. Fang's music was just pleasant to hear and he would forget it after hearing it, but the young man's notes could penetrate into people's hearts and linger in his mind all the time.

After the hazy and deep prelude, a voice like silk flowed out from the young man's fingers.Under a beam of golden sunlight, the boy tilted his head slightly, cat-like almond eyes, and a slightly mixed-race face made him look like a fairy under the moonlight, and his eyes that seemed a little indifferent due to concentration added a shocking effect to him. His charm, when his eyes swept across the crowd, that touch of azure blue made people shudder involuntarily.

Nie Changmo also knew music, and he looked at Ning Ning in surprise.

Is Ning Ning so powerful?

But that wasn't the only thing that surprised him.

The next moment, the young man's thin lips moved slightly, and the clear and transparent voice sounded accompanied by the clever piano sound: "I will turn into thousands of howling winds and fly over the snow-capped Nordson." (Note [-])

There was a touch of free and easy and lively in the boy's voice.

Without any showmanship, it is simply sung, accompanied by a simple melody, but it makes people's eyes sore inexplicably.

Nie Changmo suddenly raised his eyes, and he looked at Su Zening in disbelief.

He understands Su Zening.

He understands.

"I will be the soft, fine rain that falls on the golden rice fields of Westfall."

The boy's melodious voice spread throughout the hall like gurgling water in the mountains. Many people in the banquet hall had already put down their wine glasses to look for the source of the sound. flow into everyone's heart.

However, Mr. Fang and his companions understand that it is not so much that the young man’s voice is naturally contagious, but that the young man knows how to use techniques to express these emotions. The same is true for the notes flowing through his fingers. No need to think.

It is his instinct to convey these emotions.

What a monster.

"I will turn into a warm and shining star, illuminating the lonely sleep of Darnassus."

"I exist in all goodness."

Those who hear this song feel as if they have walked into a peaceful and serene dream, and the faded memories come alive again, and the beauty that has been forgotten in the years seems to be in front of them.

In the singing, the beauty that was once thought to be forgotten does not seem to be forgotten, the world is tossed, people gather and people disperse, what is lost turns into the most beautiful light, turns into the rain in the sky, turns into the stars in the night sky, and is accompanied by another form them.

Although a little lost, it seems to have some comfort.

After all, life is full of regrets.

What is lost may one day meet in another form.

In the singing, Su Zening always has a touch of free and easy, but it flows into people's hearts with imperceptible sadness. His voice is naturally contagious and can convey emotions to everyone.

Su Zening sang this song, but remembered her past.

He forgot where he had read the poem.

Momo didn't write the last two lines of this poem, but he remembered clearly——

"Don't stand on my grave and cry, I wasn't there and I never left."

Momo is just like him before.

(see speech)

The author has something to say: Nie Changmo looked at Su Zening.

He knew that Su Zening understood this song.

It took him 18 years to finally recognize a fact.

There are regrets in life, just like he can only be a passer-by in his brother's life.

After all, he is just a mortal who is not favored by the heavens. His fate is unfair, and he doesn't want to, but he has no choice.

If there is an afterlife, he is willing to turn into wind, into rain, into light, and meet his brother again.

So when that day does come.

Please don't be sad, brother, treat all the good things in life as him, and after he leaves, you can still feel all the good things in life.

The eyes of the two teenagers met, their eyes were free and firm.

At the end of the song, no one spoke, and everyone looked at the boy in front of the piano.

And the indifferent young man who tilted his head slightly in front of the piano seemed to be the light itself.

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Note [-]: Poetry "Please Don't Cry at My Grave"

Don't stand at my grave and weep for me.

I wasn't there, I didn't sleep. ?

I am a thousand howling winds,

Fly over snowy Northrend. ?

I am the soft and delicate rain,

##Golden Rice Fields sprinkled in Westfall. ?

I am the quiet morning,

In the green and lush Stranglethorn Vale.

I am the mighty drum,

Walk through Nagrand on the Infinite Grasslands.

I am a warm and shining star,

Shine upon the lonely sleep of Darnassus.

I am the singing bird,

I exist in all goodness.

Don't stand at my grave and weep for me,

I'm not there, I never left.

A little angel said something about it, I went to check it out, and there was something wrong with what I said before.

The version used was written by Blizzard to commemorate each child.

There is a Japanese version written as a song called Huazuo Qianfeng.

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There are many technical terms, non-professional, a lot of words have reference, after all, it is not professional, please understand if you have any questions, please pat.