Because there was no music score, and for a long time, the pheasant's fingers became very astringent. After playing the moonlight high for a while, the pheasant's fingers stopped.

"Oh." He gave a wry smile. He had inherited his father's excellent talent in music, but even so, he could not stand the waste of time.

The movement of those memories in the muscles has become no longer coherent and smooth. Now he has no way to pop up a complete song.

"Ho!" Pheasant forced himself to issue a disdainful nasal, "broken piano, really boring." He said.

Just when the pheasant wanted to get up and leave.

His right ring finger suddenly pressed down. A passionate note came out.

The feeling of the past suddenly came back.

It's like going back to the moment of practicing piano with my father, and page after page of music scores appear in front of pheasant's eyes.

Involuntarily, the pheasant's fingers are beating on the piano keys.

Storm!

The eyes of pheasant in Piano Sonata in C minor suddenly moistened.

He seemed to be able to feel the pathos conveyed by this passionate music. Every note splashed under his fingers had a soul, and they came alive and surrounded him.

Wrapped him in the world of music.

Pheasant's fingers are beating faster and faster on the piano, which is not the hand speed that a person who hasn't practiced piano for a long time can have.

He is like a madman in the world of music. He is more like his dead father than Beethoven.

The pheasant closed its eyes without slowing down.

"It turned out that the player was this cockscomb head!" Qin Fen came to the door of the classroom, she saw the pheasant playing the piano.

"That's great." Bailu opened her mouth in surprise.

Miss Tong and Xu Yi's faces are also full of surprise. This cockscomb doesn't look like someone who can play such a tune.

Only Zhou Heng frowned.

He saw a faint shadow attached to the pheasant's body. The shadow controlled the pheasant's fingers and leaped wildly on the piano keys.