Urban Boyfriend System

Chapter 7 Top masters to accompany!

The tune of the violin was originally melodious and smooth.

Listening to the violin solo is the kind of enjoyment that can make people feel as if a breeze is blowing from the tip of the heart.

However, at this moment He Xuan on the stage, his violin sound seemed...

Someone is sliding over your heart with your nails, the eardrum is pierced and the scalp is numb, and there is a kind of unspeakable anxiety all over, as if the next moment...the foot will crack and fall completely. In the terrible hell.

"This...what kind of shit is this! It's terrible!"

It stands to reason that if He Xuan pulls so "badly", Wang Wenbin should be gloating for fun!

But now, his mood is not happy at all. The sound is too weird, and almost all the restlessness, anxiety, and fear in his heart are turned out.

Like the tip of a wave, it thumped so hard that he felt his throat choked.

Unable to breathe, I couldn't help but stand on my toes, as if a withered bone demon grabbed your scalp with his boned claws and lifted you up.

"Why is this sound so weird?"

Zhang Jiale on the side also found something was wrong. Wang Wenbin didn't understand musical instruments and only felt that the sound made him uncomfortable, thinking that He Xuan was pulling randomly.

But Zhang Jiale is proficient in two or three kinds of musical instruments. He knows well... If he really doesn't understand violin playing, He Xuan can't be so natural and smooth, and the sound will be intermittent and untuned noise.

However, at this moment, Zhang Jiale couldn't bear this grueling sound, but... in the sound of the piano, he felt an unprecedented sense of "fear release".

Shaking all over, his eyes widened, his breathing became short, his heart pounding...

The sound of the piano has a magical nature. It is clearly a big stage illuminated by lights, but Zhang Jiale seems to be in the hell of Abi.

He Xuan, who played the violin freely on the stage, was a complete demon.

"He Xuan...what the hell is pulling this? Why, all of us feel so uncomfortable, but again... it seems that the whole body is trembling and can't move at all, or he doesn't dare to move. There is a voice eager to continue listening..."

Qin Kelan sitting in the audience stared at He Xuan in disbelief.

She deeply doubted, is this really He Xuan?

Is this really He Xuan who has been approved by himself for three years, hates iron for not making steel, and only knows his life when he comes to school every day?

Why does it look so strange now?

Under He Xuan's bgm, the huge Poetry Association Auditorium, as if time and space are still in general, everyone is in place... With an expression of both "pain" and "enjoyment", we are engrossed in admiring He Xuan's performance.

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly walked in from the small door beside the auditorium.

This figure is a bit old.

She wore a white-washed old shirt, the most common cloth shoes on her feet, her gray hair, and her gold-framed glasses, but she had bright eyes.

He was attracted by He Xuan's piano sound, just like a hound that went straight to the prey during hunting. Before everyone had reacted, he walked onto the stage.

"That's... is it Mr. Zhong? He... didn't he go to Europe?"

"It's really Mr. Zhong, the most famous artist in the history of our city, and the world-class pianist Mr. Zhong Shenxiu."

"It is said that when Zhong was in Europe and the United States, he was received with the highest level of courtesy from the supreme heads of states. Even the Queen of England personally invited him to a royal dinner and awarded him the honorary title of Duke of Art."

"God! Look, Mr. Zhong is on stage. He... my God! Could it be that Mr. Zhong sat in front of the piano,

"He’s out! Mr. Zhong is going to come out again? Two years ago, Mr. Zhong closed the piano in public, but in front of many official media, the US president visited China at the beginning of this year. He specially sent an invitation to listen to Mr. Zhong playing a song. Failure to do so, how could Mr. Zhong..."

...

sensation!

An absolute sensation!

In Shenghai City, He Xuan was nothing but an unknown man who no one knew.

However, Mr. Zhong Shenxiu, a well-known piano artist throughout the world, is a great pianist and composer known as "Beethoven of the East".

Even if there are so many veterans from the literature and art circles in Shenghai City, they have met only a handful of times.

Even Yuan Bofu, the chairman of the Poetry Association with the oldest qualifications present, must honor the younger generations in front of Mr. Zhong, respectfully looking at the head of the old horse.

Even the invitations of the president of the United States and many European royal families, Mr. Zhong could refuse without blinking his eyes.

The reason why he sealed the qin is very simple. He has played too much in this life...

But still, he did not catch his heart. Perhaps in the eyes of the world, his achievement is already the top of Mount Everest, which is impossible for future generations to climb. But... if you can't satisfy yourself, you will die. Can't regret it for life.

Therefore, Zhong Lao travels to Europe and America, just want to find these art capitals, the sound that can really touch the string in his heart.

If it's not this kind of sound, what do you play it for?

However, it is a pity to travel the world for two full years.

Been to Wei Ye Na!

Been to Paris!

Passing by London!

Turned to Xi Ni, New York again...

I have seen so many art masters, but... I have never encountered the voice in my heart that has been calling for a lifetime.

until……

Today, Zhong Lao just got off the plane during the day and didn't disturb anyone. He returned to his residence with disappointment and depression.

Bought a bottle of sleeping pills, he thought, maybe that voice doesn't exist in this world at all, so... he plans to find it in another world.

This is the madness of artists!

This is the madness of the artist!

No madness, no Buddha.

But when Mr. Zhong was on the balcony full of green plants at home, watching the bright moon in the sky, when he unscrewed the bottle cap of the sleeping pill, he suddenly heard notes jumping in the night from a distance. .

Yes it!

It's this voice!

that's it!

Excitement and excitement are beyond words.

What sleeping pills had long been thrown aside, Zhong Lao quickly went downstairs, looking for a voice, and went straight to the Poetry Association Auditorium not far away.

Without saying anything, he walked into the auditorium.

He didn't even look at the crowd of people, he walked straight onto the stage...

There, there is a piano he has loved all his life but he doesn't want to touch it again.

Today, he sat in front of the piano again and gently opened the lid.

"Old man! We can fight together again..."

Huh!

Slightly old fingers, stroking the black and white keys, once again played the world's top "pianist" level.

Accompaniment!

Mr. Zhong turned out to be accompaniment by He Xuan who was playing the violin at this time!

God!

A top pianist in the world came here spontaneously to accompany He Xuan. This is too... too crazy!It's incredible!

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[This chapter is so hard to write!Wrote all day!Modified many times!So today there is only one chapter!The new week is here, so I ask for a recommendation ticket!Can it?

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