Various musical instruments, but not much other furniture.
"I recently filled in a missing piece of ancient music. How about you listen to it for me?"
Qian Yan is interested in the incomplete ancient music? She is indeed interested.
Seeing her serious look, Xie Mohuai didn't care whether she understood or not. His slender white fingers fell on the strings, and there was a thud, and then a familiar tune sounded.
Qian Yan's eyes were a little surprised. Could it be that some cultures in the small world have figured it out?
Isn't this a piece of music from Daei's Broken Songs, "Death"?
Even though she was somewhat familiar with this piece of music, Qian Yan still did not interrupt Xie Mohuai who was immersed in the world of the tune. Instead, he closed his eyes slightly and immersed himself in it.
This is a sad and desolate song, telling a tragic story of a country destroyed and a family destroyed, with bones all over the ground.
She has many great talents, but the songs she fills in are always a little bit inferior.
I really didn't expect to hear this piece of music in the small world. Maybe Xie Mohuai's filling was slightly different from the original one, but it was the most perfect version she had ever heard.
Every note fell on her soul, reminding her of many things, and even brought back the beginning, when Da Rong had not yet dominated the world. That year, she was riding a horse passing by, and walking on both sides were people who described themselves as haggard.
People fell on both sides, and there were bones lying on both sides. Some people were even looking for the recently dead people to eat in the pile of bones.
When the song ended, neither of them spoke, and sat there in silence for a long time.
It took about five minutes before Qian Yan said: "Very good."
"It's a bit too sad. Let's play a more cheerful song." After Xie Mohuai finished speaking, a happy and joyful song played, and the sad mood just now disappeared.
Monday, noon.
Xie Mohuai was eating in the cafeteria when suddenly many reporters rushed in from outside the school. They rushed into the cafeteria desperately and surrounded Xie Mohuai.
The first sentence of the reporter who rushed to the front was: "Principal Xie, I heard that you harassed students at the school. I wonder if this is the case?"
"There is no such thing." Xie Mohuai put down the bowl and chopsticks.
Xie Minghui is very anxious.
"But we have received reports from many parents that you have indeed harassed female classmates in school." The reporter said with contempt on his face, "Do you dare to confront them? After our adjustment, the children are willing to come forward and identify you. All these are
It’s a flower of the motherland, how could you do this?”
"I'm glad that the children are brave enough to catch you, the devil."
These reporters didn't give Xie Mohuai a chance to answer at all. Every word he spoke seemed to be beating at his soul, trying to break Xie Mohuai's defenses.
If he didn't know the plan in advance, he might really be at a loss.
His indifferent appearance did not satisfy the reporters.
Of course, the impact of this incident was very bad. The parents not only broke the news to reporters, but also reported Xie Mohuai.
Not long after the reporters surrounded him, someone came to investigate him.
Xie Mohuai was taken to the police station, and the parents reported the crime. The parents are currently taking statements.
Xie Mohuai also saw Liu Wenbin, and Liu Wenbin's eyes averted for a moment. After seeing so many people identifying Xie Mohuai, he felt a little happy.
Two more people came, Xie Yanyu and his girlfriend Yi Lingling.
"That's right, he almost bullied Lingling last time." Xie Yanyu told what happened last time exactly.
When they went out, reporters squatting outside quickly interviewed them.
This chapter has been completed!