Chapter 450: First on the list and second on the list
Tang Yuzi took out a plain qin, a simple piece of wood with strings on it, and said to Xuan Yao: "Look at how I play it."
Hu Qing rolled his eyes and raised his eyebrows: "This wood is good."
The wooden board is not even painted, but the wood is naturally oily and has beautiful patterns, so other decorations are omitted. The seven strings are the beards of dragons and dragon beasts.
Tang Yuzi brushed the strings with the back of his hand, and the natural and smooth scales flowed out.
Hu Qing thought to himself, I can do this trick too.
But Tang Yuzi just tried the sound, and the tone was correct. He adjusted the position, moved his fingers flexibly, and a string of beautiful music flowed out.
Xuan Yao stared at Tang Yuzi's fingers without blinking.
Hu Qing has a complicated expression and a complicated mood. Is music really easy to learn? Why is it more tiring than playing cotton when playing by yourself? Looking at Tang Yuzi's expression, why is it as simple as eating and drinking?
In fact, Tang Yuzi does feel that playing the piano is as easy as eating and drinking. When he first learned it with a group of people, he could master it by watching it and listening it over and over again. For him, playing the music is not difficult. On the contrary, like Hu Qing,
It made the gods and ghosts cry, and he could only look up.
When the song ended, Tang Yuzi put down his hand and looked at Hu Qing.
Hu Qing clapped his hands: "It sounds good."
Hu Jingjing flapped her wings: "It sounds good."
The small wind blowing from the fan blew up the piano, and Tang Yuzi quickly held it.
Hu Qing: "Xuan Yao, come here."
Xuan Yao sat down in front of the piano, thought about it for a moment, raised his hand, and completely reproduced Tang Yuzi's movements, without missing a beat.
After finishing the song, Hu Qing was very sad: "Am I the only one who is a loser in music?"
Xuan Yao didn't think so: "I think Mom plays well."
Hu Qing choked, you are such a big boy, you don’t have to be so unconscionable to comfort your old mother.
But Xuan Yao really thinks like this: "What a mess with jade bullets, they are far inferior to mom."
Tang Yuzi already knew Xuan Yao's background. He put his hands behind his head and looked at the flowing clouds in the sky without arguing with him.
Hu Qing was suspicious: "Do you really think I play well?"
Xuan Yao nodded heavily.
Hu Qing licked his lips: "Then what do you think of Mu Xianren's playing?"
Xuan Yao said without thinking: "I don't understand."
Hu Qing: "..."
Ask: "Then - what are you thinking about when you listen to my playing?"
Xuan Yao: "I think my mother is really good. She can play such divine music."
Hu Qing: "..."
It's over, this kid must have a brain defect, right? Doesn't he even have a normal sense of aesthetics?
Look at this, look at that: "By the way, when did you learn the piano?"
Tang Yuzi said helplessly: "It's at home. All of us learned it from Uncle Pengshan. Xuan Yao didn't learn it at the time, and he didn't think it sounded good."
They were taught music, chess, calligraphy and painting by Pengshan. Pengshan came from Tangli Library and was a professional master.
Even this master-level figure could not inspire any interest in Xuan Yao's art at that time.
Xuan Yao said to Hu Qing very sincerely: "If you don't eat or drink properly, it will also waste your time for cultivation. What's the good thing?"
So right!
Hu patted his shoulder lightly: "We two are real people."
Hu Jingjing: "Ren'er, Ren'er."
Tang Yuzi silently put away the piano and turned around. If he continued to look at it, he could vomit blood.
At this time, the cell phone rang. Hu Qing took a look and saw that it was "A Spoon" from the "Love and Love Shuangyang Sect" group.
The call was connected immediately, and a loud voice came from the other side: "Hu Qing, I'm adding a friend, please approve."
Hu Qing suddenly realized: "Oh, I'm going to go and see--"
"Oh, wait a minute - I heard that you have been sitting on the beach crying and howling all day today. Are you hungry? Come and eat. You have saved so much for basic meals. You have to eat."
Hu Qing has a black face, why is she called a ghost crying and a wolf howling? She is obviously studying art, which is an elegant behavior.
"Go right now."
Hanging up the phone, she quickly processed a batch of new friend applications, and it immediately showed that she had been automatically pulled into several groups. At first glance, okay. The cutest canteen is a family, the first canteen is a family, the second canteen is a family, and the third canteen is a family.
We are a family in the cafeteria...etc.
Hu Qinghua pulled up his mobile phone and said to the two of them: "From now on, when you eat and get food, all the canteens take turns, and the rain and dew will be soaked, do you understand?"
The two of them nodded repeatedly, approached her, looked at her screen, and took out their mobile phones: "Pull us in."
Xuan Yao gave her a little bit and found two people with floating flower special effects on their names. One was Xuan Yao's eldest nephew and the other was Yuzi's eldest nephew.
Hu Qing opened the group: "You are in there."
The two of them were favored by Hu Qing, and the equipment department arranged for them to be added, and they were assigned mobile phones as soon as possible, and now they are both in the Shuangyang Sect group.
Hu Qing stretched his head: "Show me what kind of group you have created."
The two of them put their phones away at the same time: "Children need their own private space - you said so."
Hu Qing gave a sour tsk, it was really not cute.
When I went to a cafeteria, I was greeted by people all the way. Regardless of whether I knew him or not, those with a higher level of cultivation than myself were called seniors, and the others were all juniors.
Alas, Shuangyang Sect has not recruited a single female disciple in the past few years.
The master chef saw her, and with a look he told her to come to the small dining room where the chefs lived at the back.
As soon as Hu Qing entered, the spicy aroma rushed straight from his nose to his brain, making him almost sneeze.
"What is this?" She pinched her nose and looked at the large table full of red dishes, her saliva secreting wildly.
Everyone gathered around with laughter: "I made it especially for you. I heard that after you played the piano all day, the sun sank into the sea because of your playing. I specially used the hottest Tianjiao for you, so that you can wake up."
After saying that, a group of people looked at Hu Qing and laughed exaggeratedly.
Hu Qing's face turned green and then black: "The sun has already sunk into the sea, so there is no need for me to see it off. According to what you say, before sunrise tomorrow I have to take a suona to the east to urge the sun to come out? It's so spicy,
Don’t be afraid of burning me to death. Wait—who told you that I played the lyra?”
Shuangyang Sect is so big that she can't even hear her playing the piano on the other side of the mountain.
Everyone took out their mobile phones and clicked on them at the same time in a tacit understanding: "Here, the number one and number two on the hot list are all yours."
Hu Qing stepped forward in confusion to take a closer look, but his expression suddenly turned pale.
When did you create a video list? The first list is about her experiencing a robbery, and the second list is today's beachside performance. She clicked on one of the mobile phones, and suddenly a burst of magic sound sounded in the room, which was worse than an iron spoon scraping a pot.
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"Turn it off, turn it off," the crowd urged.
Hu Qing's face darkened and he roared angrily: "Which wicked guy took the photo?"
No one knows about this. Anyway, someone took a photo and uploaded it.
"Hahaha, everyone has seen it."
Hu Qingshe died. Fortunately, there were no likes at the bottom of the short video, otherwise, I would have died.
It’s okay not to have such black and red traffic.
Just as I was thinking this, I heard people in the cafeteria talking about it.
"It would be great if I knew how many people have seen this video. I watched it several times in a row and it made me laugh to death."
"I want to know too. I already gave this idea back to the organ department before dinner."
"I think we should create another classic list and keep it at the front all year round. Otherwise, we have to go back to it if we want to read it later."
"That's right, that's right. Please submit it to the suggestion box of the Department of Instruments."
