So nice

Zhao Xuan was both expectant and excited and afraid, and was even more nervous than Han Feng.

Han Feng put on sunglasses, helped the military beret, and installed the same special forces uniform as the installation, and stood up.

Walking up the stage.

Zhao Xuan quickly moved over and sat down with the old man.

She asked in a low voice: "Uncle, you, don't lie to me, he really knows how to play the piano?"

The old man laughed and said, "Don't worry, girl, I'm an old man, what are you joking about with you young people. I can still tell you at first sight when I'm old."

Zhao Xuan joked: "I heard you say that, you are quite powerful, no wonder you can blow together with Han Feng."

The old man smiled heartily, this girl was so interesting.

Chen Hui snorted coldly.

"If Han Feng could play the piano, even pigs could go to heaven!"

"Don't look at their boyfriend being excellent, just compare yourself, and you will only make it boring."

"It's easy to go on stage, it won't pop up, it's embarrassing, but it won't get off the stage."

Zhao Xuan said anxiously: "I said why are you so mean?"

"Your boyfriend can play the piano, so others can't touch it?"

The old man touched Zhao Xuan with his elbow.

The character of the two girls can tell at a glance.

You don’t need to make other people’s mistakes and disturb your own state of mind.

The old man pointed to Han Feng who was sitting on the stage and said to Zhao Xuan: "Girl, you can be calm and relaxed, free and easy. If you don't have some ability, you don't have the demeanor of this general."

"This little boyfriend is so good, so you have to cherish it!"

"If I had met you a long time ago, I would definitely introduce you to my granddaughter."

Zhao Xuan curled her lips proudly, nodded proudly, and said, "Uncle, you think beautifully, he is already my boyfriend."

The old man smiled and pointed forward, as if he had opened the door to mysterious rhythm.

"Listen."

wait--

Han Feng pressed the piano keys and stopped moving.

The outgoing notes were infinitely elongated, like soft and smooth satin, surrounding the concert hall.

No one cared about an amateur contestant, and even a person wearing a security uniform felt inexplicably on the stage. They were all communicating with each other, and the concert hall was noisy.

Suddenly, everything in the concert hall was silent and quiet.

Everyone was petrified.

Zhao Xuan was shocked, this, this, is this Han Feng?

The audience was shocked as soon as he made a move!

Zhao Xuan lowered her voice and asked in a low voice: "Brother, Han..."

The old man was listening to Han Feng's performance attentively, waved his hand at Zhao Xuan, signaling her not to disturb him.

Zhao Xuan pouted and looked at the old man. Is it that good?

Han Feng sat upright.

The slender fingers on the piano keys are sometimes slow and sometimes as fast as a shadow.

When his movements were fast, only afterimages could be seen on the screen in the monitoring room.

The rhythm flows.

Sometimes it is like a trickle of stream water tinkling and crisp sound, sometimes it is like the sound of the wind, sometimes it is like howling the wind, like waves hitting the cliff, like golden swords and iron horses rushing to the battlefield.

It makes people's mood go from calm to excited, from low to clouds, and then suddenly falls, giving people a sense of shock that is beating wildly in their hearts.

Everyone's mood changes constantly with the rhythm, sadness, loneliness, excitement, expectation, and heroic spirit.

It seems that a short time has become very long and has experienced the vicissitudes and changes in the world for thousands of years.

Zhao Xuan looked at the old man and saw him looking straight at the stage, allowing tears to flow down.

Some of the five judges sitting in the first row were stunned and tears flashed in their eyes, while others covered their faces and cried.

So good!
Chapter completed!