The whole thing seemed to become quiet at this moment, without any noise, except for the lingering sound that lingered around my ears and did not dissipate for a long time.
Endless sadness, endless loneliness, and irrepressible loneliness. For a moment, everyone present could not help but listen.
On the observation deck, the expressions of Chen Qiaoyan and others changed from the initial sneer to the complex one now. The short and brief sound of the piano made them involuntarily intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.
The one who was undoubtedly the most shocked was Situ Fang, who loosened his right arm around Ranruo and looked at the figure on the jade platform with a pensive look.
At this moment, Situ Fang couldn't help but echo what a master of piano music said to him in the past: "The most beautiful piano music does not require too many gorgeous musical notes, but the kind of music that comes from the heart! The tinkling sound of the mountain spring hitting the rocks is
It is pleasant to the ear, and the whistling sound of the mountain wind blowing through the mountain stream is also pleasant to the ear. Even if we can play that kind of sound, piano music without that kind of artistic conception is always just a combination of some gorgeous musical notes!" Undoubtedly, in this brief statement,
And in the slight sound of the piano, Situ Fang felt an inexplicable feeling, the loneliness of being alone in the vast land.
The moment the sound of the piano just sounded, Leng Xuan couldn't help but be intoxicated, as if her ears were surrounded by Ye Chen's original song.
On the instructor's stage, Zi Ning's figure suddenly trembled. Although Zi Ning didn't know the music, she could still hear the emotion that the sound of the piano wanted to express. Could it give the sound of the piano emotions?
Maybe he can really create miracles? Zi Ning murmured softly, with a trace of confusion in her eyes. In the end, Zi Ning could not help but be intoxicated by the sound of the piano.
Eyes slowly closed, Ye Chen sighed softly, his slender hands dancing on the silver strings, soft music poured out from Ye Chen's fingertips, the music was soft and low.
Even though the poet can but cannot describe the artistic conception in the music with gorgeous words, it is the music that has never been heard before that makes everyone intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.
The zhenqi was beating on Ye Chen's fingertips, and the sound of the piano spread through the entire stand after the amplification of the zhenqi.
Therefore, everyone present heard it so clearly, but the sound of the piano rang in their ears, as if coming from deep within their hearts.
The short and light musical notes merged into a sad and heartbreaking movement. The sound of the piano was like a breeze blowing against the face. Inexplicable sadness spread in everyone's hearts, and they were so depressed that they were about to suffocate.
In the snowy season, a lonely figure wanders on the vast land, with all kinds of people around him, but he is silent, he does not belong to this world.
Loneliness is the carnival of a person, and carnival is the loneliness of a group of people. In the end, the figure was lost in the wind and snow, wandering aimlessly, trying to find something!
Past life, present life, past life dream, or is this life just a dream, and who am I? A wanderer somewhere, a passer-by somewhere, a guest somewhere?
The surrounding noise seemed to merge with the snow and wind all over the sky. At this moment, the rhythm of the piano music finally accelerated from slow to slow, and soon countless sweet musical notes converged into a movement with inexplicable sadness.
Hearts danced with the music of the piano. At this moment, everyone seemed to have transformed into that figure, and the snow and wind in the sky seemed to emerge in front of everyone's eyes. At this moment, everyone felt their own insignificance and loneliness.
For this world, I am so small and lonely. Why did I come? Who will still remember me after many years?
Pictures of the past life and this life are constantly alternating in Ye Chen's mind. The vague childhood days of the past flooded Ye Chen's body like a tide. Ye Chen's face was sometimes confused, sometimes happy, and sometimes sad. The childhood days of the past life, this life
In my childhood, who was I? Was it the cold-blooded killer Ye Chen from my previous life, or the genius boy Ye Chen in this life?
As his thoughts wandered, Ye Chen seemed to have returned to that rainy night, that rainy alley, and the vast world, where he had to walk alone in the wind and rain...
The sad sound of the piano flows from the slender fingertips, a state of mind that cannot be expressed, a depressing loneliness, an indescribable loneliness and inexplicable nostalgia, an inexplicable loneliness
All of this is contained in the fingertips of that lonely figure on the stage, and the fingertips are dancing. The sound of the piano brings the loneliness in Ye Chen's heart, as if the music has life, and has its own joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.
The whole place was as silent as death. The melancholy sound of the piano made everyone feel depressed at first, and then the sound gradually turned into a mountain-like sound, pressing hard into their hearts. The loneliness in the sound of the piano
The emotions spread in their hearts, and in the end the emotions seemed to penetrate into their souls. This kind of depression seemed to be so oppressive that it was almost difficult to breathe, and it was more uncomfortable than death.
After nearly five minutes of piano sound, the last note sounded. The cold wind blew up and rolled up Ye Chen's long hair on his forehead. The long hair also hit Ye Chen's face, and the piano sound suddenly stopped.
The dancing hands also stopped, and Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes. A trace of confusion flashed in his dark eyes, but it passed quickly and was replaced by determination.
Gradually, the whole temperament on Ye Chen's face changed, and his whole soul seemed to be sublimated. Even in the past life or this life, I am Ye Chen, the Ye Chen in the previous life, and the Ye Chen in this life, that's all!
After getting up, Ye Chen quietly tied the piano behind his back and looked at the people who were still intoxicated by the sound of the piano. At this moment, Ye Chen seemed to have an elegant smile on his face.
The entire jade terrace and the stands were as quiet as death. Even the breeze seemed so weak. The whistling sound of the wind had stopped at some point. Ye Chen stood there quietly. A few years ago, Ye Chen seized his body.
Strictly speaking, when he took this body, he forcibly occupied this body. More or less, the soul of the original owner still existed deep in the body. However, at this moment, the soul belonging to the unlucky guy in this body finally dissipated. The soul
The power surged crazily, and the entire scene of Dawn Plaza clearly appeared in Ye Chen's mind. Even the ants crawling on the ground were clearly visible to him.
Inside the Qilin Ring, Huo Qilin was also shocked. Feeling Ye Chen's soaring soul power, Huo Qilin sighed with emotion: "The soul power has actually broken through the peak of the Qi Martial Realm. This kid is too perverted!"
Ye Chen also felt the changes in his body. There was always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he closed his eyes tightly again, feeling every change in his body.
The whole place was still eerily silent. After a few breaths, the sound of tears falling to the ground was heard. Faces wet with tears appeared on the stands. Even some of the instructors on the instructor's stage had wet eyes. Ye Chen
This piece of piano music seemed to take them back to the past, reliving past memories, the joy of childhood, the frivolity of youth, the sweetness of first love, the bitterness of lost love, and the sadness of the death of a loved one.
Time has imprinted the sadness and joy of the past in the depths of their minds, and the ruthlessness of the passing years has locked that memory, and this piece of music at this moment is like the key to unlock the lock.
"Not bad!" A very deep voice floated out in the void, and a figure appeared out of nowhere, followed closely by a burst of applause.
The crisp applause shattered the sad and almost suffocating dream. At the same time, the applause also shocked the people present. Everyone responded from the intoxicating dream. At this moment, they seemed to find that they had burst into tears.
Because of those beautiful things in the past or those heartbreaking things in the past, the loneliness and loneliness after reliving them.
The figure above the void also attracted everyone's attention. An old man with white hair, handsome appearance and deep eyes. The black robe further accentuated the old man's unearthly temperament.
Surprised expressions emerged, and everyone looked in disbelief at the existence that was like a god in Jade Emperor Academy, the dean of Jade Emperor Academy read about reincarnation.
A hint of reminiscence emerged in Nian Lun Samsara's eyes. Nian Lun Samsara looked at Ye Chen on the jade platform with deep meaning, and said in a deep voice: "This song is good! The music from the heart has just aroused people's resonance. This
One thing is that that boy from the Situ family is not as good as you! You are very good." The deep voice surged around like a tide, resounding throughout the sky.
Bang bang! Nian Samsara applauded again, and the applause was extremely loud. Driven by Nian Samsara, claps rang out from all around the stands. For a while, the applause in the entire Chenxi Square exploded like thunder.
On the observation deck, Situ Fang's face was ashen, and his ears were vaguely surrounded by the words of Nian Samsara: "This is where that boy from the Situ family is not as good as you!"
Regardless of whether he admits it in his heart or denies it deliberately, Situ Fang knows that he is indeed not as good as Ye Chen, and even his most proud piano skills are not as good as others. Thinking of this, Situ Fang can't help but have a sarcastic smile...