With arrogance on his brows, he walked to the piano and sat down, and the natural romantic cells slowly flowed out from his fingertips.
"Blue Love" Xinhan himself had practiced it many times, but he couldn't express the undercurrent of nostalgia flowing under his fingers.
Xinhan listened quietly, looking at the high-spirited young man sitting in front of the piano. When he played, the irregular accents, amazing fortissimo, depressing diminutives, pianissimo, etc. were all displayed in every possible way.
There is a profound artistic conception in the vague romance.
Xinhan bit her lip secretly, she didn't expect that the other party's attainments were so high.
This is just one of her other 37 competitors, so what about the other contestants that she doesn’t know the details of? [
"I must win!" Xinhan clenched her hands secretly: For her dream; for true freedom, she must win.
When Feng Jinchi walked over from the piano, Xinhan was still immersed in his music.
Feng Jinchi walked in front of Xinhan, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then walked past her to Professor Yu. When the two of them crossed paths, they were really getting into each other's arms.
To be honest, both of them have different attainments in piano art. Feng Jinchi is better than Xinhan in kung fu. This is due to his hard work and training in skills. However, in terms of expression of emotions and comprehension
Above, and slightly lower than Xinhan.
Overall, the two of them have their own merits, and both leave a shocking and unforgettable aspect in each other's hearts.
However, their desire to win was true, but compared to other players, they were brothers and sisters from the same school. For the rest of the afternoon, they communicated humbly and had a sense of complementarity.
Looking at the other senior brother, he was obviously inferior to the two of them. When the three of them exchanged their experiences, he felt completely excluded and unable to integrate.
This is natural. For two people with higher xinxing, he and they are not on the same level at all. It is not enough to say that they are not speculative.
The afternoon seemed to pass very quickly, and it was almost five o'clock. Xinhan looked at the time and was about to say goodbye to the teacher. Feng Jinchi took Xinhan's hand and said, "What is your mobile phone number? We will make an appointment to discuss it when we have time. Usually
We can also share more experiences.”
"I don't have a mobile phone." I felt a little disappointed.
There used to be one, but later it was taken away by Shi Feiyan, and he never got one for himself again.