Transmigrated as the Villain’s Cat

Everyone was stunned.

Mr. Fang reacted first, looked at Su Zening arrogantly up and down, and sneered, "Can you play? Have you seen the score?" He had never seen this young man before, so he must have no reputation in the music circle, and Mr. Fang did not He put his eyes on it.

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

Mr. Fang said as if he heard Tianda's joke: "You haven't even read the sheet music, so you dare to say such a thing?"

Although this melody is simple and has no connotation, it is purely a complacent pop tune made by the eldest young master himself, and it is not difficult at all. But this person made a lot of 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. None of the teachers who have taught him lamented his talent in music performance. He has this self-confidence, and it is almost enough to read the score a few times, and it is true, he has a very high degree of completion.

However, this kid is afraid that he does not have such a foundation.

When the staff saw this, they complained in their hearts, this young master has not even watched the song, what is he doing, he wanted to separate the conflicting people on both sides and said: "This young master, let's go over there and sit first. Sit down?" This time the young master wanted to surprise the eldest young master, who would have known such a thing would happen. The trouble was so big that he had to be ripped off by the eldest young master.

Su Zening smiled lightly, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Mr. Fang with azure blue eyes: "Can I try and find out soon?"

Mr. Fang was taken aback by the bright eyes, the young man seemed to have a plan in his heart.

Does this kid want to see the sight-reading of the score?

impossible.

Although it's simple pop music, he can't even do sight-reading. If not, he might be able to do it reluctantly, but it's just reluctantly popping out the tune and melody, and there's no detailing at all.

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

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

What's more, Mr. Fang looked at Su Zening's fingers, which were long and well-defined.

The fingers of people who have practiced the piano for a long time are mostly thick, short and with fine calluses.

Mr. Fang thought that he had a point for the young man's level, and said with relief: "This kind of piano is not something that anyone can play. At your level, I am afraid that you won't be able to practice for another ten years." Although this is rude, But it's true, this piano is absolutely worthy of its price, and it's definitely not something that anyone can control. This is also the reason why he doesn't like that Young Master Nie.

Without more than ten years of consistent practice and concentration, it is impossible to 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 rich people to show off.

The staff there had no choice and wanted to forcibly pull Su Zening away.

However, Su Zening sat by the piano, raised his head and raised his lips towards Mr. Fang and smiled. This smile was a little arrogant, but the young man's eyes were clear. Such an arrogant smile not only did not appear frivolous, but made the young man dazzling like a scorching sun.

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

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

Isn't that-

Is that the tune they just played?

At this time, Nie Changmo's indifferent voice came: "Whether it works, it's not up to you." The sick young man walked in, and once he came in, he glanced coldly at Mr. Fang and the staff. , at that glance, the two of them subconsciously avoided Nie Changmo's sight and did not dare to refute.

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

Nie Changmo has always been accustomed to being arrogant. He would rather be a jade piece than a tile full of personality. No matter how well 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 him and be unhappy.

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

Dad often said he wasn't talented enough, much worse than when he was young.

He didn't even know if he could do it well.

But he will definitely do his best, absolutely can't leave such an important thing to Momo to Mr. Fang who doesn't pay attention 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 watched the music he made by himself. It was the first time. Looking at the tune, the performance will definitely stutter, and it will not have any effect, but he is also happy to do so.

He knew exactly who was sincere and who was perfunctory.

Mr. Fang couldn't help but say, "I don't know how high the sky is." He looked at the people who were attracted by the dispute just now, sneered in his heart, and waited to see the joke of the young man.

This level of piano is not just expensive. The timbre of a classical grand piano depends on the player's strength, control and position when pressing the keys. The subtle strength between the fingers will cause subtle changes in timbre, and it is precisely the application of this change And expression, it gives the piano a rich sense of hierarchy.

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

Even when he played it for the first time, when he heard the melody with holes in his fingers, he was ashamed to die.

With this kid?

Mr. Fang sneered and looked at the audio switch that was turned off.

He turned the speaker on without revealing a trace.

Isn't this kid going to play?

Then help him yourself.

A low-key and elegant classical grand piano, even with a hint of childish teenager sitting in front, put his fingers on the keys. The temperament of the whole person's upper body, arms and even the posture between the fingers is completely different.

Mr. Fang originally planned to look at the joke's face, but suddenly became serious and looked at his companions.

Whether there are basic skills can be seen at a glance.

Others do not say that the basic skills of this young man are beyond reproach.

His companions thought more. He closed his eyes and thought carefully about where the boy's fingers were hitting on the table and where the keys of the piano were. Their tutors often played and arranged music silently on the table. Here it is.

He couldn't help showing a wry smile at the corner of his mouth, and he had a hunch in his heart that they might encounter a tough stubble.

Nie Changmo naturally stepped forward and wanted to turn the score for Su Zening.

Su Zening raised his head and smiled at him: "No need."

Nie Changmo was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Ning Ning meant no music?

Su Zening pointed to his head and curved the corners of his mouth playfully, showing his little tiger teeth: "I have written it down." He had already written it down just after listening to Mr. Fang play it once.

In the music industry, there is a saying about ear training.

The so-called sight-singing is to sing when you know the music. The so-called ear, is to identify intervals and intonation.

These are basic skills for him, and they can naturally be remembered after listening to them, which is not very powerful. Dad could hear any wrong note in the symphony orchestra, he couldn't, he could only hear the high or low of a certain part, and he was laughed at by Dad for this.

Mr. Fang snorted coldly.

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

His companion looked at Su Zening in shock. Just now, he thought that the boy would definitely not be able to do it, but now he is not so sure.

Su Zening took a deep breath. Many pictures of the past flashed through his blue eyes. When he pressed it between his fingers, the low tone of the piano sounded throughout the hall. Many people in the hall were looking over here.

Mr. Fang sneered, the first sound was not strong enough, and it really was a slap in the face.

Before he was finished, he noticed that a cold gaze fell on him, and he raised his head in shock. It was Nie Changmo.

The sick young man looked at him coldly, his eyes were clear, as if he had seen through everything.

Mr. Fang's heart was tight, and then he thought about what would happen if he was found out. Anyway, he was going to go abroad. After going abroad, the sky was high and the emperor was far away, not to mention that he didn't do anything.

A series of different and unfamiliar sounds were played between the boy's fingers. Mr. Fang shook his head. Sure enough, this is a typical example of inaccurate control of the piano's strength.

What about memorizing notation?

This level of bumpy pop?

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 was fooling around.

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

He looked at Su Zening with a little helplessness. If he didn't take the diamond, he should not take the porcelain.

Got it now, alas!

However, Su Zening didn't care at all, the boy who was looking at the keys with his eyebrows closed was serious and generous, as if he was putting everything aside.

The staff looked at Nie Changmo and whispered, "Little Master, I'm going to turn off the stereo."

Nie Changmo looked at Su Zening's side face with a serious nod. The sunlight shone from the floor-to-ceiling windows and just fell on the boy's face. The boy's skin was crystal clear, his curled and thick eyelashes were like butterfly wings, and his waist was straight and quiet. And beautiful.

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

For a moment, the staff did not dare to disobey Nie Changmo's order, and could only cry and watch as more and more people in the banquet hall noticed this.

Mr. Fang's companion breathed a sigh of relief, pulled the corner of Mr. La Fang's clothes, and motioned for Mr. Fang to go to Nie's side to serve softly. He knows that Mr. Fang has always been arrogant, but the Nie family is a snake after all. If you can't make the relationship stiff, don't make it stiff. What's more, the boy is obviously unable to play now. , the Nie family should not say anything.

Mr. Fang understood what he meant, walked over to Nie Changmo and said triumphantly, "Young Master Nie, professional things should be left to professional people." Fanatical Light: "This piano can only perform at its best when I have it in my hands. Young Master Nie, you don't want your hard work to be wasted."

Nie Changmo gave him a cold look.

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

The boy sitting in front of the piano finally stopped.

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

The boy's action was just a meal at Nie Changmo and smiled: "I'm ready."

Then the ten fingers flew, and a series of transparent and spiritual notes flowed from the fingers like a smart spirit, dancing in the ears of the listeners, and all the listeners couldn't help but light up.

It's completely different from the general rustiness of just a beginner.

Mr. Fang was stunned when he heard it.

how come.

The layman watches the fun, the layman watches the doorway.

This series of voices from the young man is not just nice.

After all, the piano is a percussion instrument, and each sound will disappear soon after being played, just like a pearl, each pearl is beautiful, but that's all. And the player has to connect the notes through the subtle grasp of the strength of the piano, and wear it into a gorgeous pearl necklace. Many people will appear very rigid if they do not handle it well, but the timbre of the piano between the fingers of a teenager is extremely spiritual.

Mr. Fang's face changed greatly.

His companion bowed his head and smiled bitterly: "How can there be no fame in the industry at this level." Even if he played simple pop music, the young man's handling of details and the 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 natural, and it is just like his heart.

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

They just finished it well, but it's only done.

But the series of notes of the young man is like someone whispering something softly in your ear in the dead of night. Even the staff who didn't understand music could hear that the boy seemed to play much better than that ghost Mr. Fang.

Although he couldn't say anything, he felt that Mr. Fang's sound was just good, and his ears forgot after hearing it, while the boy's notes could penetrate into people's hearts and linger in his mind all the time.

After the hazy and low prelude, a voice like silk flowed out from the boy's fingers. Under a beam of golden sunlight, the young man turned his head slightly, his cat-like almond eyes, and his slightly mixed-race face made him look like a fairy in the moonlight. His eyes seemed a little indifferent due to his concentration, and the plainness added to him amazing. The charm of his, when his eyes swept across the crowd, the azure blue made one's heart tremble.

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

Was Ning Ning so powerful?

But it wasn't just that surprised him.

The next moment, the boy's thin lips moved slightly, and the clear and transparent voice sounded with the agile piano sound: "I will turn into thousands of howling winds and fly over the snowy Nordson." (Note 1)

The young man's voice was light and free and lively.

Without any dazzling skills, it is simply sung, accompanied by a simple melody, but it is inexplicably sour.

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

Su Zening understands everything.

He understands.

"I will turn into soft, delicate rain on the golden rice fields of the Westfall."

The tactful voice of the young man was like the gurgling water in the mountains, spreading throughout the entire hall. Many people in the banquet hall had already put down their wine glasses and looked for the source of the sound. The sound was not loud, but it had an inexplicable magic power. Flow into everyone's heart.

Mr. Fang and his companions understood that it is not so much that a boy's voice is inherently contagious, it is better that a boy knows how to use techniques to express these emotions. The same is true for the notes flowing in his fingers. Every twist and turn is just right. It seems that the boy is completely No need to think.

It is his instinct to convey these emotions.

What kind of monster is this.

"I will turn into a warm shining star, shining on Darnassus' lonely sleep."

"I exist in everything good."

People who hear this song are like walking into a peaceful and serene dreamland, and the beautiful memories that have faded in memory 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 seems to have not been forgotten. The world turns, people gather and disperse, the lost becomes the most beautiful light, the rain in the sky, the stars in the night sky, and accompany them in another form. them.

Although a little disappointed, but there seems to be some consolation.

After all, life is full of regrets.

The lost may one day meet in another form.

In the singing, Su Zening always has a touch of ease and freedom, but it flows into people's hearts with imperceptible sadness. His voice seems to be inherently infectious and can convey emotions to everyone.

Su Zening sang this song, but remembered his past.

He forgot where he had seen the poem.

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

"Don't stand at my grave and cry, I was not there and never left."

Momo is just like he used to be.

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

He knew that Su Zening knew this song.

It took him eighteen years to finally recognize a fact.

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

After all, he is just a mortal who is not pitied by God. His fate is not fair, and he doesn't want to, but he has no choice.

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

So when that day does come.

Please don't be sad, brother, regard 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 looked at each other, their eyes were both free and easy and firm.

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

And the thin boy with his head slightly turned in front of the piano seems to be the light itself.

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Note 1: Poem "Please don't cry at my grave"

Don't stand at my grave and cry 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,

Sprinkle in the ## golden rice fields of the Westfall. ?

I am the quiet morning,

Pervades the green and lush Vale of Stranglethorn.

I am the mighty drum,

Walk through the infinite grasslands of Nagrand.

I am the warm shining star,

Illuminated the lonely sleep of Darnassus.

I am the singing bird,

I exist in all goodness.

Do not stand at my grave and cry for me,

I wasn't there, I never left.

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

This version used was written by Blizzard in memory of a child.

There is a Japanese version written as a song called Change to a Thousand Winds.

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There are many professional terms, non-professionals, and many words are used for reference. After all, they are not professional. Please forgive me if you have any questions, and beg for a pat.