Such a pure and refined beauty should not exist in this dirty world. The jade hand like a green onion root gently pressed on the strings, and the beautiful rhythm suddenly jumped. In an instant, everyone seemed to have arrived in a paradise, with various peach blossoms blooming, and a faint red color, like a little rouge falling between the world, dyeing the world, which was originally black and white, into colorful colors.

Among the many colors, the light red of peach blossoms is the protagonist, fully showing its beautiful but vulgar temperament to the fullest. Everyone comes to this beautiful peach garden and enjoys all the beauty here.

The breeze blows slightly, the petals fall, dancing in a mess in the wind. Every petal is like a fairy dancing in the extreme, and every petal contains a faint feeling of parting.

When the peach blossoms fell, the peach forest had become a green sea. The sound of the piano also changed at this time, and the artistic conception changed accordingly. Under the green leaves, many finger-sized peaches growing under the nourishment of rain and dew, which was like the initial stage of life. Although it was small, everything was full of hope and expectation.

Gradually, those green peaches are growing slowly, and the green leaves can no longer cover their beauty. During this growth process, many of them cannot withstand the wind and rain, and eventually wither, but what they have withstand is more attractive and more vibrant.

At this moment, the sound of the piano gradually became smoother. At this moment, the colors of the peaches seemed to have changed, slowly becoming a little light red, releasing a little ripe breath. Slowly, all the peaches were red. Under the green leaves, the ripe peaches were emitting a harvest breath.

As time goes by, the leaves turn red, the autumn wind is bleak, and the yellow leaves are flying all over the sky. There is a bit of a bleak smell in the world, but it is filled with an indescribable atmosphere of harvest. It is said that the harvest season is in autumn, but the ripening peaches in May and June. In this way, the artistic conception of the piano sound here has not changed much, and some are a gradual tragic and bleak feeling.

Autumn is the season of harvest, but it is also the beginning of a cycle of life, so there will inevitably be some touching feelings. When the Southern School was extremely sad and desolate, the bitter breath of winter appeared. At this time, the sound of the piano suddenly increased, and the solemn and murderous aura made everyone present feel anxious, all of them were filled with energy, and they became nervous involuntarily.

Clew! Clew! Clew! When every piano sounds, the strings are violent, and every piano sound is like a sharp knife, making people feel heartbroken. But at this time, there is the artistic conception of thousands of miles of ice and snow, and thousands of miles of snow. In autumn, many creatures have reached the end of their lives in this season.

When the sound of the piano stopped, the entire Hongxiu Building was quiet. The most excited at this time was Fu Lun, who was sitting next to Yu Guhan. Such a great sound of the piano was simply an auditory feast for him.

"The four seasons alternate, from death to life, the artistic conception of each season is changing, just like a different stage in a person's life. This is not a piano piece, this is the philosophy of life perception. The height of this song is probably not many people who can reach it in time in ancient times!" Fu Lun's voice sounded, but few people could agree.

Especially when the reward was announced and Qin Ya defeated Meng Lian, Fu Lun was stunned. He really couldn't figure out why this talent competition was obviously Meng Lian far above Qin Ya, but why was Qin Ya the one who won the final victory?

"Unfair, this is really unfair!" Fu Lun couldn't calm down and said several words "unfair". He didn't know that this was just a brothel, and those who came here were all those who were happy and enjoyable. How many people could appreciate the elegant things? What these people wanted was the appearance of the girls here, the girls' service and embrace, and the joy and joy. They would not care how elegant the things you took out were.

Yu Guhan had long guessed the result. For these ordinary people, Mori's songs were not so elegant, but just pretending to be noble. In their words, if you are a bitch and have to establish a chastity arch, why should you come to the brothel? In fact, this is just a competition to look at people's appearance and be pleasing to others. All talents are nonsense.

Yu Guhan picked up the wine glass and drank it all. He didn't have much injustice. After all, he has always been a rude man and many mediocre people in the world. Why bother himself?

The second game was a talent competition. Qin Ya sang a small song, which was Liu Yong's "Yu Lin Ling".

The cicadas are sad and sad. When facing the long pavilion, the sudden rain has just stopped, the capital tent has no mood to drink, and Lanzhou is urging us to find a place to miss it... After many years, it should be a good time and a beautiful scene. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell you?

The song was melodious, and the indescribable sorrow of parting, and the sorrow of loving each other but not being able to be together, all appeared in an instant. At this moment, many of them were covering their faces and sobbing gently. Someone shouted loudly: "The song contains endless emotions and touching my heart. I hope that all lovers in the world can become relatives, rather than being so sad about separation and separation!"

"Yes, it should be like this!" said one of the staff members at this time. They were talking about the relationship between men and women and how to fall in love, but they didn't expect that there were wives and concubines in their homes with more than 10 or twenty wives and concubines. Their emotions had long been split. Where did they come from the saying of love? Of course, if someone asked, they would definitely say shamelessly: "What I love is not one person, but the emotions for everyone are sincere and unique. What do you ordinary people know?"

Yu Guhan sat on the side, listening to these "lovers" talks, unconsciously, there was a hint of ridicule at his eyebrows and eyes. These so-called wealthy people and so-called romantic talents were all just a group of dirty little girls.

Menglian's talent performance was also a song, but her song was not such a long and erotic lyrics, but Su Dongpo's "Water Melody Song Head: When will the bright moon come to you?"

When will the bright moon come to you? I ask the blue sky with wine, but I don’t know the palace in the sky... This matter is difficult to persuade. I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away. This poem was written by the great writer Su Shi because he missed his brother Su Zhe. It was a famous piece of brotherhood that will be sung in the future. In the future, Moonland’s voice is no less than elegant, and its artistic conception is better.

Fu Lun was so excited that he could not describe it: "Every line of this song has extraordinary artistic conception, and the overall artistic conception is harmonious and round, like a marble spinning, full of everything, and there is a burst of longing everywhere. It should be the best among the songs. The lyrics and music of the great writer Su Dongpo, I have heard a lot in recent years, but this song is the best tonight!"

Yu Guhan didn't say anything, and thought to himself: "This is a brothel, and here we are talking about the love between men and women. How can there be any brotherhood? Mr. Fu, your enthusiasm is wrong after all!"
Chapter completed!