Just when everyone was shocked, the tune suddenly changed, and a powerful and exciting feeling rushed towards me.

It is bleak on all sides and ambushed on all sides.

Yellow sand rolls and beacon smoke curles.

Everyone is like being in an iron-blooded battlefield, at a critical moment.

Before I could immerse myself in the mood, the tune changed again.

Tragic, passionate, desolate, and beautiful!

Under the sunset, there are ruins of walls and horses and corpses, and only the broken battle flag stands tall.

Ten minutes later, Xiao Tianmo put down the leaves in his hand.

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Chen Xiyan took the lead and clapped her hands, her eyes full of excitement.

"Wonderful!"

Meng Feifan then applauded.

Zhang Han looked at Yuan Bin leisurely, thinking that Xiao Tianmo did not disappoint her.

Some people really shoot themselves in the foot.

Yuan Bin's face was naturally hard to see.

The more he looked down on the leaf just now, the more painful his face now.

"Xiao Tianmo, what's the name of the song you played? Which master's work is it? Why have I never heard of it?"

Chen Xiyan asked.

"No name." Xiao Tianmo said with a smile.

"How come there is no name?"

Chen Xiyan was very surprised.

Xiao Tianmo took a sip of water and said, "One evening two years ago, I passed by the Gobi Desert and looked at the thousands of miles of yellow sand under the setting sun. I suddenly felt the feeling, so I had this song."

"As for the name, I really haven't thought about it."

"If you have to name it, then call it nameless."

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This song is written to commemorate them.

Everyone was even more shocked when they heard Xiao Tianmo's words.

Unexpectedly, this song that Chen Xiyan mistakenly thought was from the master was originally written by Xiao Tianmo.

At this moment, Yuan Bin's face was extremely gloomy.

He has been practicing guitar for more than ten years and is still trying hard to play other people's songs, but Xiao Tianmo actually crushed him with a leaf.

It's really embarrassing to my grandma's house.

"No name? A very Zen name."

Chen Xiyan nodded and said thoughtfully, "Xiao Tianmo, I have seen a lot of scenes about war from this song. Have you... been on the battlefield?"

Xiao Tianmo smiled, and did not say yes, nor did he say no.

Meng Feifan seemed to understand something and said with admiration: "Tianmo, I'm really right. You are excellent everywhere!"

At this time, Yuan Bin also reacted and continued: "Xiao Tianmo, it seems that we misunderstood you, but you are also blamed for being too low-key!"

"Yes, yes, yes, so low-key! Everyone is a classmate, don't hide it in the future!"

At the beginning, the students who were sarcastic and sarcastic, all agreed and helped Yuan Bin turn the matter over.

After the dishes were served, everyone raised their glasses, and Yuan Bin, as the host, said a few scenes.

After everyone sat down, he suddenly changed his mind and said to Xiao Tianmo: "Old classmate, although you wrote a good song, you are still a literary soldier after all, and you have no future."
Chapter completed!