Even the painter with the most exquisite brushwork in the world cannot paint one ten thousandth of his essence.
His eyebrows and eyes always exude a quality that is not stained by dust. Compared with the white lotus that emerges from the mud but is not stained, it is more elegant and clear. In his pure eyes, there is a shallow smile, like gentle water waves, clear and flawless
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His hands simply covered the strings without any trace of deliberateness, but exuded an incomparable elegance.
His sparse brows were full of concentration, and the sound of the piano poured out from his white jade fingertips, carrying an ethereal feeling that seemed to eliminate all impurities in the listener's mind, leaving only those pure and beautiful things.
Listening to his light piano music is like walking into a paradise inadvertently, far away from all the hustle and bustle, frozen in all the strife and infighting, but blindly unable to help but pursue those pure white touches that make people fascinated.
The air seemed to be condensed, and all the talking and laughter stopped. Only Jun Feimo's piano music sounded between heaven and earth, sneaking into everyone's heart with the silent gesture of spring breeze moisturizing all things.
Listening to Jun Feimo's piano music, Yun Dieyi was finally willing to leave the exquisite dishes at the banquet. He held his smooth chin in his delicate hands as if listening. Suddenly, his piano music changed. It changed from the previous Qingruo Lianbo style and became
Weird.
Hearing his changing and leaping music style and artistic conception, Yun Dieyi suddenly remembered the poem describing the harp, "Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, the hibiscus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles. The cold light melts in front of the twelve doors, and the twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor. Female
Where Wa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and make the autumn rain startle."
The surprise in her heart superimposed into a huge exclamation. She knew that since Jun Feimo said he could play the piano, he would definitely do it.
But I never knew that his musical attainments had reached such an extent.
There is no sense of abruptness in the transformation of different styles, and the connection is seamless.
Every artistic conception is interpreted impeccably and impeccably.
The sword must have a sword bone, and the harp must also have a heart, and his heart has already reached an impressive level.
Those externally difficult skills and fingering techniques suddenly became irrelevant.
Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on Jun Feimo. It was difficult to connect him with the prince of Qingyao who was famous for his stupidity. Countless people's hearts were filled with thousands of waves, and overwhelming surprise surged into their hearts.
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There was a slight moisture in the queen's eyes. Her Mo'er, even if he was not as smart as ordinary people, would always be her most proud son.