Hai Sisi frowned and glared at the embarrassed Zhuo Mufeng.
Hai Teng was also very angry. He was already very angry because of Sister Wu, and now Zhuo Mufeng jumped out and laughed at his mother. This was unbearable.
However, he still gave Aunt Miao face and did not have an attack on the spot.
Seeing that the old man was motionless, Miao Qingcheng knew it was useless, smiled at Madam Rejoice, and called Hai Sisi again.
Hai Sisi has a loose temperament. She only knows how to wield a knife and a gun all day long. She doesn't even know how to work as a female worker. How can she play the piano? She shakes her head like a rattle.
Of course Haiteng won't either.
Miao Qingcheng looked at the nine attendants again, waving their hands one by one and smiling awkwardly. His eyes fell on Wu Yuanyuan, who lowered her head in shame.
She is almost the same as Hai Sisi, not much better at all. At most, they are just embroidering mandarin ducks into ducks.
Miao Qingcheng didn't even let go of the old man's two maids. Since they were following the old man, they were of course highly skilled at the piano, at least a level better than Madam Rejoice. Listening to the music made people feel relaxed and happy.
However, the old man poured wine even more fiercely. If the music of the two maids could resonate with the old man, it would have happened long ago, and he wouldn't have waited until now.
As soon as she got through it, Miao Qingcheng felt bored. However, she didn't have much hope, she just felt quite depressed. She turned her eyes casually and landed on Zhuo Mufeng.
She wanted to just ignore it, but after all, she was an adopted son, so she didn't even ask. It was a bit bullying that the adopted son didn't know how to play the piano, so as not to accidentally hurt his little self-esteem.
Miao Qingcheng smiled lightly and said, "Mu Feng, do you want to come over and try it?" She pointed to the lyre on the desk with her delicate fingers.
Zhuo Mufeng was stunned. Are you kidding me? With my little piano skills, I could fool a layman in my previous life, but what is the situation now?
Not to mention the old man and the two maids, they were real masters of the piano. Their skills were so advanced that even Madam Rejoice's rank was enough to crush him into pieces.
Not to mention that he had already heard from Huahua Feng that the Miao Qingcheng in front of him was also a master of Qin Dao. His move was not a show of skill at all, but a display of ugliness. He was just grinding tofu with his bare buttocks and turning around to reveal his eyes!
Zhuo Mufeng quickly declined and said, "Foster mother, I'm not very skilled, so I might taint your eyes and ears."
Miao Qingcheng had expected it, and was not surprised to see his appearance. Just as she was about to say something, Wu Yuanyuan on the side interrupted: "Not good at technique? Does it mean that you can play? Then why are you still pushing back? Are you looking down on my mother or looking down on Le?
grandfather?"
Zhuo Mufeng wanted to slap himself, but he made a mistake. He should have said no directly if he had known earlier. At the same time, he was also angry at Wu Yuanyuan. This girl was very good at finding opportunities and would try to harm me when she got the chance.
You bitch, wait for me!
Suppressing his anger, Zhuo Mufeng raised his hands to Miao Qingcheng and said with a smile: "Foster mother, I really don't know how to do it, but I heard that my adoptive mother has extraordinary skills, and the sound of the piano is like the sound of nature, which makes people forget their customs and play around for three days.
For a long time, the child has always dreamed of learning something from me, hoping that his adoptive mother will help him."
"Pfft!"
Miao Qingcheng suppressed a smile. Her piano skills were not that exaggerated. In order to evade, this kid really said all kinds of nonsense.
However, women all like to hear good words, and Miao Qingcheng is no exception. She raised her eyebrows and said pleasantly: "Mu Feng, we are all our own people here, so don't hide it, treat it as entertainment, come over and give it a try.
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She also knew about Zhuo Mufeng's background. After being reminded by Wu Yuanyuan, she was a little curious about his piano skills. At the same time, she secretly felt that this was an opportunity to get closer to each other. She would give him some guidance in the future, and the relationship would deepen.
"Foster mother, the child really doesn't know how to do it," Zhuo Mufeng said with a bitter face, determined to refuse to the end, there was no need to rush to embarrass himself.
Wu Yuanyuan said in a strange tone: "Mom, please stop trying to persuade me. I don't take you seriously at all. Just say a few words of respect. How can you please touch Master Zhuo's great authority?"
Mudd, this woman is deliberately trying to make things difficult for me!
Zhuo Mufeng turned his eyes and glared at Wu Yuanyuan, who looked back with a proud sneer and glared back without any sign of weakness. There seemed to be lightning flashing between the two of them.
Seeing this, Hai Sisi also shouted from the side: "You don't even listen to my foster mother. Sister Wu, you should stay away from this big brother in the future. He doesn't regard you as one of his own."
Wu Yuanyuan said solemnly: "I know it well."
Hai Teng looked at this and that, confirming that Sister Wu and Zhuo Mufeng were not at odds with each other. He was inexplicably very happy and laughed out loud.
Zhuo Mufeng's face looked a little ugly. He couldn't continue to be troubled by these two people, otherwise there might be even worse words to say. If he said them over and over again, there was no guarantee that they wouldn't affect Miao Qingcheng's perception of him.
Seeing that Miao Qingcheng always had a smile on her face, which was unpredictable, Zhuo Mufeng also knew that if he refused again, it would be like a slap in the face. Women always have a good reputation, and it would not sound good to the old witch.
The nine attendants were also admonishing, saying that the eldest son would give it a try, and everyone would not laugh at him.
"Since my adoptive mother and you all don't mind me, I have no choice but to show my shame."
Zhuo Mufeng shook his head bitterly, sighed and walked to the futon, lifted up the hem and sat down, facing the lyre on the desk, his lips pressed tightly, his hands spread out, and his body tensed, as if he was about to be tortured.
This scene made Wu Yuanyuan and Hai Sisi almost laugh. The two women were very happy to see someone deflated and were waiting to see the joke.
They themselves knew nothing about piano art, so they rejected him outright, but they thought they had some level of appreciation, and they had already thought about how to ridicule Zhuo Mufeng later.
Others were dumbfounded, just playing the piano. Is it necessary to look so painful?
Who knows that Zhuo Mufeng is filled with sorrow at this moment.
He was thinking about what kind of music he should play well. In his previous life, he enrolled in a hobby class and taught some music. The problem was that they were all entry-level ditties that were difficult to master.
It's okay to entertain himself at ordinary times, but when it pops up at this time, even if others don't laugh, he himself will become agitated, not to mention that stinky bitch Wu Yuanyuan will definitely not let him go.
But he didn't know many songs, and his choices were limited, which made his head hurt for a while.
Seeing that he was hesitant, Wu Yuanyuan quickly urged: "Why don't you start quickly? Everyone is watching, why are you lingering?"
Zhuo Mufeng glared at her: "Shut up! I was brewing my emotions. I finally had a feeling just now, but you ruined it again!"
"you……"
Wu Yuanyuan was sure that he was making excuses and deliberately delaying time. She was about to scold him, but Miao Qingcheng pulled her arm and stopped her with her eyes, so she had to grit her teeth and remain silent.
Zhuo, let me see how long you can keep pretending!
I don't know when, the breeze from the river blew slowly, like moisturizing things silently, stirring Zhuo Mufeng's long hair, and his temples fluttered back slightly.
The green mountains on both sides lie motionless, mostly surrounded by boundless white clouds. I wonder if there are gods in the mountains. Birds are singing in the sky, mixed with the cries of apes, and the green river water is sparkling, reflecting the shadows of the mountains and trees.
At a certain moment, the golden sunshine suddenly came like a dream, broke through the clouds and mist, and turned into a ray of projection, adding a bit more brightness to this poetic landscape!
Zhuo Mufeng was attracted by the magnificent miracle that bloomed in this vast world in an instant. Suddenly his worries disappeared, and his mind seemed as broad as this landscape. There was nothing he could not let go of. He just wanted to swim in it, laugh and laugh as much as he wanted.
The flowers are falling and the water flows by itself.
An electric light flashed in my mind!
Zhuo Mufeng had an idea instantly. He spread his fingers and placed them on the strings. After holding his breath for a moment, he gently held them with both hands.
Keng!
The string sound was as sudden as a small stone dropped into a flat lake, slowly rippling into waves. Then, the waves continued like strands, one after another, spreading out layer by layer, soaking everyone's bodies.
Zhuo Mufeng's hands moved quickly, picking, wiping, hooking, or ticking... As soon as the first string sound poured into everyone's ears, there was a continuous sound, and the tone gradually became higher, and in a very short moment, the string sound was
It reaches the height of the invisible sky, which is completely contrary to the common sense of this world.
Miao Qingcheng and Mrs. Rejoice both had strange expressions on their faces.
The two maids, Lu'er and Hong'er, looked at each other in confusion. The old man, who was facing away from everyone and drinking wine, was also a little surprised. He paused for a moment and wanted to turn around and curse on the spot.
If you don't want to play, just don't play. Why bother deliberately messing around and soiling my piano in vain?
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...
The bursts of clear and lively string sounds did not fall when the tone reached the highest point. Instead, they surged in all directions like a tsunami or a violent storm, turning into rain and mist, thunder, and a lonely tiger in the mountains and rivers.
, everywhere, everywhere, pouring and swirling wantonly!
The string sound is not very beautiful, the fingering is not very precise, and there are even some unfamiliarity and mistakes at the beginning. The player's attainment is obviously not high.
But the strange rhythm in the string sounds, the uninhibited freedom and uninhibitedness, really impacted the hearts of everyone present, and could not be restrained by formal shackles!
There is no realm of happiness. Regardless of the past life or this life, people are of the same mind and have the same empathy. The spiritual perception cannot be annihilated or cut off.
Zhuo Mufeng fell into a wonderful state, with his hands and fingers flying. From the beginning, he was unfamiliar due to a long period of lack of practice, and finally he gradually mastered it, over and over again, gradually became familiar with it, and found the hearty state again.
The landscape in front of him is as poetic as picturesque, as dreamlike as fantasy. He is just a passing guest between heaven and earth, leaving no trace, but he hopes to come and go without any regrets.
The emotions in his chest surged like thunder drums. Zhuo Mufeng forgot everything and was immersed in the world he created. There was an inexplicable joy that he could not vent. He suddenly opened his mouth and sang loudly in harmony with the strings:
Go, go, go, good man, come with me.
People who have traveled all over the green mountains are still young, and young people have great ambitions without worrying about them.
Mo, don't look back, no matter where the yellow crane goes.
Huangliang, a dream in which the storm is changing, spreading resentment to the world.
Row a small boat and let me travel freely. The world competes with me for freedom.
Drinking a glass of wine together, love is hard to find in the world. Love is hard to find, but the passion reappears, and the clouds are flying through the clouds still leisurely.
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The mountains and rivers are floating, flowers and birds are hanging around, a small boat is swimming on the river, and the young man is lost in love between heaven and earth, playing and singing a happy song.