The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 394 The Effect of Burst Scalp

Smith leaned back on the chair, his eyes fixed on Yan Tao, holding a pen and a notebook in his hand.

Always be ready to take notes.

The prelude, as he thought, was like a pastoral symphony, depicting a paradise.

However, there is still no connection with the title of the song.

Smith is looking forward, waiting, he has a hunch that the next tune will definitely be different.

He guessed right.

There is a change!
Crashed!

Mountains and rivers collapsed!

The boy's peach blossom pupils, which were slightly closed, opened at some point, and at this moment, there was a sharpness like a dagger in the bottom of the pupils.

The slender and white fingers pressed heavily on the keys, as if what she was holding were the crumbling mountains and rivers and falling stars!
Smith had never heard such music!

Mysterious and grand!
It shouldn't belong to this era, it should belong to that bright future, in the brilliant galaxy!

The piano music is getting faster and faster, and the rhythm has changed several times.

The teenager made full use of the piano's timbre, which made Smith's hands tremble and empathize with him.

He seemed to be standing in the universe, standing outside a galaxy.

Witnessing war, killing.

The artillery fire exploded in the ears, and countless bright fireworks fell and destroyed together with the stars, dissipating invisible.

In the sound of the piano, accompanied by a strong murderous intent, it seemed that he was the one controlling the war.

However, he lost!

You can only become an outsider, watching the smoke clear the ground and the bright galaxy disappear into nothingness.

Grief, heartbroken.

Smith's scalp exploded when he heard it, and he could hardly believe that it was just a piano piece.

The boy at the piano withdrew his hand, his handsome face showed a trace of indifference.

A song, the end.

Smith sat blankly, immersed in the music for a long time and couldn't extricate himself.

Until he felt the coldness on his face, he stretched out his hand and touched the cold tears.

He cried.

Smith trembling hands, how many years.

He no longer has the heart to purely appreciate the music.

Whenever I hear the sound of the piano, my first reaction is, what is the technique?

Is the playing level high?
The excitement of hearing the piano music as a young man gradually faded away from him.

"teacher."

Smith didn't pick up the handkerchief handed over by the student. He stood up with some emotion remaining on his old face.

The old man stood in front of the piano, silently glanced at the young man, but without warning, he bowed down.

Standard ninety degrees, salute.

Yan Taojun was stunned, avoiding Smith's bow, "Mr. Smith, what are you doing?"

Smith pressed the boy's hand, his blue eyes filled with tears at some point, "Yan, please accept my gift of thanks."

grateful?

Yan Tao frowned, no longer avoiding.

"For many years, I haven't listened to playing that makes me feel emotional." Smith smiled wryly, "A performer cannot purely appreciate the piano music."

How sad it was for him.

"Yan, you gave me a new life today." Smith said solemnly, "The rebirth of my piano career."

"You Hua people often say that the phoenix is ​​nirvana, resurrected from the dead. Probably, it can be used to describe me at this moment."

Yan Tao: "Congratulations."

Granny Jiang smiled and said, "Mr. Smith, you should ask the old lady to watch your concert in the future."

Smith's eyes were full of excitement, and the knots in his heart had been untied for many years, and his whole body was much more relaxed.

"That's for sure!" Smith said. "When I'm ready, you'll be the first ones I'll invite."

(End of this chapter)