Where is my piano?

I'm such a big piano?

Have you given my equipment a blowjob?

It was not until the furious Huai Shi picked up the bracelet and looked carefully that the vague outline of the cello was seen from the amber embellished on the bracelet.

This is the surprise?

We made your cello into specimens and placed it in amber. Are you surprised or surprised or happy?

With such a little trust in the association, Huai Shi clasped the bracelet according to the instructions on the back of the note - with a click, it clasped and clasped it on Huai Shi's arm.

It is made of iron rings of four or five millimeters thick and thin, and at first glance it looks like a watch.

The piece of a square amber on the back of the hand is inlaid with the logo of the Hell United Music Association on the front, but after alchemy transformation, the hardness is amazing, and I am afraid that the front will not break even if the bullets are bombarded.

If Huai Shi is confident in his skills, he can even use this thing as a super-small shield.

Although it is easy to play with the whole village, it looks like eating.

The location of amber can be flipped, and after turning it over, the exquisite violin outline will be revealed.

The note says, inject the source quality.

So the Huai poem injects the source quality.

Then the dog's eyes were almost blinded by the sudden pop-up bow.

Huai Shi subconsciously posed in a tactical tilt, and then he saw a huge violin flying out of it and caught it in a hurry.

It is better to say that it is not heavy...unexpectedly light.

For a moment, Huai Shi didn't stop and almost fell to the sky.

When he stood firm and looked carefully, he found that the temperature of the cello seemed to be exactly the same as his body temperature - more importantly, his body touch spread out as Huai Shi's four fingers rested on the piano board.

He felt the deep rhythm of the cello breathing.

Soon he realized that it was his own breathing, his source and his perception flowed over the cello's body, and his heartbeat echoed in the cello's resonance cavity.

The shape is still familiar and the feel that has never changed at all, but it seems that it has been completely transformed inside and has become completely different.

When Huai Shi gently pulled the strings and the first note flowed out, it seemed as if a slender lingering sound was flying in the air and echoed in his body.

"Do you want to try playing?"

The old man who appeared at the door smiled and presented a music score: "The concert hall is ready to use."

"Hmm? Isn't this money?"

After taking the music score, Huai Shi felt that the ancient source contained in it was undoubtedly a precious melody collected by the association. Huai Shi had seen the exchange price list, and each one was expensive enough for him to cry in the storm.

But each one has a huge attraction, which makes him grit his teeth and wander between krypton gold and saving money.

"This is a collection below, not in the association's collection." The manager asked with a smile: "If you don't mind multiple listeners, can you let me receive your playing skills?"

"Isn't it just because there is an audience to play something meaningful?"

Huai Shi also laughed.

"Then, I'm rude."

The manager nodded and snapped his fingers.

In an instant, Huai Shi's eyes were already sitting on the stage.

The old manager changed into a dress and sat dignifiedly in the front seats, looking forward to the start of the performance.

"Please start, Mr. Huai Shi."

Then, a beam of light hit the top of Huai Shi's head, illuminating where he was, and there was also a music score without wind on the shelf.

——Edgar's "Cello Concerto in E Minor"

"It always feels difficult."

Huai Shi took a deep breath, calmed her mind, and stared at the music that seemed to gradually come alive on the score.

Subconsciously, my fingers moved.

A low and sad sound burst out from the fingertips.

I have never even read the score carefully, almost like the sight, and the fingers react at the first moment I see it.

Huai Shi himself hasn't reacted yet.

Because he has focused so much that he has forgotten himself.

It seemed that the body was empty in an instant, abandoning any distractions. In this meditation-like state, the body instinctively moved, and played the first movement smoothly in the surging of the source substance.

Immediately afterwards, countless phantom-like violinists slowly emerged from behind him, lowered their heads, and presented an extremely suitable accompaniment to the performance.

Follow the melody of Huai Poetry.

Their residual spirits are guided by the notes of the cello, and are just like flowing water to merge into this gradually vast tragic music.

“So beautiful…”

Subconsciously, the manager leaned forward and wanted to get closer.

Both eyes were shining.

It was like a flame burning, intoxicated in this melody.

Yes, that's it... That's right...

The old man grabbed the handrail excitedly, but tried his best to restrain himself and not to crush the handrail.

Isn’t such a melody and such a performance exactly what I have always longed for?

Isn't it because he is immersed in this artistic beauty that is so pure that he serves and associations in order to be able to hear such outstanding performances from time to time?

Too sad, but too wonderful.

Such a melody... no matter how many times I listen to it, I can't hear it enough!

Now, the low and sad sound of the piano floated towards him from the stage, like a hug of parting, holding his hands tightly with sweet sorrow.

The lingering sound spreads from the bone marrow.

The sound of the piano gradually rose, and since it rose rapidly in the whirlpool, after a brief pause, the sound of the low horn and clarinet burst out from the sad lingering sound.

So the sound of the circling cello resurfaced, turning into a tide, engulfing the entire concert hall in it.

The vast and solemn performance begins!

In the surging melody, Huai Shi lowered her head, holding the zither bow in her hand, and controlling the vast torrent.

In the pure performance, the source quality in the soul burst out, and the collision was brewing in the resonance cavity of the piano body, and in the end, a faint qualitative change was formed.

It was the combination of countless mixed vitality in his blood and the robbery in the source substance.

With the melody, the holy marks of the mountain ghost are singing loudly.

Countless abyss vitality continues to transform in this sad cello music, as if it can be changed at will, from flowers to trees, and then evolves from trees to vineyards, and it continues to cycle until the end, the originally uneven abyss vitality seems to have been recreated.

Both the quantity and shape of each other have changed faintly.

They accurately match in the movement, and harmoniously combine with each other, forming a complete abyss plant ecosystem.

Grow vigorously.

The holy marks of the mountain ghost are constantly extracting the ashes of Huai Shi, absorbing nutrients from the darkness and death of the ghost, and the power of life sprouts.

After the cold winter passes, flowers bloom on the field of spring.

Never understood such a harmonious feeling, Huai Shi seemed to have returned to the advanced time, transforming into countless plants, rooted and growing in the soil and rocks, and sprouting branches.

Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, I look down at all the sad changes in the world with cold eyes.

Gaze quietly in the withering and prosperous.

Until time passes, he wakes up from his dream and is immersed in the afterglow.

He let out a long sigh.

After a long time, crisp applause came from the audience.

"Thank you for your performance, Mr. Huai Shi."

The manager slowly stood up and bowed to the performer on the stage to greet him: "The wonderful performance makes this trip worthwhile."

"Let's just use this as a reward for your warm hospitality these days." Huai Shi nodded reservedly: "It should be said that I am thanking me."

It seems that I have experienced a fierce battle, exhausted and empty.

But the spirit was beyond expectations.

Beautiful.

After not playing for a long time, his fingering was not unfamiliar. He was like a fish in water on the cello that has now been transformed, and his techniques have made rapid progress.

I don’t know if it was the long precipitation that entered the explosion period, or if the insights over this period of time made him grasp the charm of this chapter of music score, and the performance effect was even more amazing than he imagined.
To be continued...