It's really a choice in fate!

Li Kuiyong has read the original work of Mr. Du Liang and knows that in the bloody world, this song "June·Ship Song" is much more powerful than the "Symphony of Destiny" that sounded in the courtyard. Since listening to this song at Zhong Yuemin's house, Zhou Xiaobai's eyes when he saw the faint soul changed...

This is not ordinary music, it can definitely be regarded as a love song!

The melody of "June Ship Song" comes from the speaker and gently spreads in the air.

Zhou Xiaobai was soon immersed in the beautiful music.

When she was a child, her mother often played all kinds of classical music for her, but at that time, Zhou Xiaobai's homework was very tight and she rarely had time to carefully appreciate it. However, she could feel the beauty of classical music. Whenever her mother played Chopin's nocturne, she could feel a warm tranquility, as if she was in a warm ocean.

My mother told her:

This is a poem composed of musical notes. To appreciate Chopin's music, one must have the poet's feelings.

Thinking of these old things, Zhou Xiaobai's eyes gradually became blurred and his expression became melancholy. It was not until the end of the song that he seemed to be suddenly awakened and forced to smile:

"This music is so beautiful. I can't come out as soon as I go in. Really, I haven't heard such beautiful music for a long time..."

Li Kuiyong said softly:

"Xiaobai, have you remembered something unhappy?"

Zhou Xiaobai nodded:

"I think when I was a child, I feel that my mother is very aggrieved. If she had brought my mother to listen, she would definitely be very happy!"

Li Kuiyong smiled and said:

"That's not easy. This house is ours now. You can invite anyone to come!"

Zhou Xiaobai patted him lightly and said angrily:

"Don't talk nonsense, what are we two!"

Suddenly I remembered something, my eyebrows were curved and my smile was sly:

"Li Kuiyong, do you understand this song?"

Little girl, do you still want to take the exam for me?

Li Kuiyong smiled, played the record again, and the melody rang again.

He took a deep breath, half-closed his eyes, and adjusted his voice to the low midrange:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the main patron of the Italian Scala Opera House, the mentor and guide of the conductor Karajan, the famous music critic Mr. Li Kuiyong traveled thousands of miles from Milan, Italy to China and temporarily served as a professor of music literacy classes. Mr. Li Kuiyong is an old friend of the Chinese people, as early as the 1930s..."

Zhou Xiaobai smiled and bent over, patted him and said:

"Li Kuiyong, why are you so poor? You are also a professor in the music literacy class?"

Li Kuiyong was not affected at all, his emotions had entered an atmosphere:

"Good music will form pictures in people's minds. The pictures I see are like this. First, there are vast grasslands, beautiful scenery of Waigaojiasuo, the turbulent Volga River, and the dome of Orthodox Church. I seem to hear familiar Russian folk songs in my ears. The song is melancholy and deep, making you feel sour and you can't help crying..."

Zhou Xiaobai was stunned. He didn't expect that Li Kuiyong could say such infectious words. In just a few words, he outlined the deep and vast background of Russia!

The music was echoing, and Li Kuiyong's poetic language continued. Zhou Xiaobai supported his chin with his hands and looked at him quietly.

Her eyes were bright and clear as water.

"A quiet lake, with dense birch forests on the shore. The birch forests in late autumn are colorful. The autumn wind passes gently, the birch forests rustle. Our boats are rowing quietly, the oars are soft, the water waves are rippling, and the nightingale in the forest is singing melodiously..."

"At this time, there is no sadness or joy in your heart, only a faint, vague melancholy, your eyes are filled with tears, but it will not roll down, the tears will gradually be absorbed by the eyes and will dry up on their own..."

"In such an atmosphere, there is only emotion, only tenderness, and a deep attachment in your heart. The boat gradually faded away, the sound of oars was disappearing, and the ripples were floating on the water, taking away the touch and tenderness. What is left? Only that faint, vague melancholy wandered in your heart for a long time..."

Zhou Xiaobai was stunned when he heard this, tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes.

She quietly wiped away her tears and stared at Li Kuiyong with a soft luster in her eyes.

Li Kuiyong stopped and changed to a normal tone, and said with a smile:

"What, isn't it a bit unexpected?"

Zhou Xiaobai looked at him deeply and said softly:

"Kuiyong, you're talking nonsense all day long and you don't have any correct appearance. I didn't expect you to have the temperament of a poet!"

Li Kuiyong smiled and said:

"Don't, don't praise me like that. I'm just a toad with great ambitions..."

Zhou Xiaobai said angrily:

"You are not allowed to say that to yourself!"

Li Kuiyong smiled, but did not make any excuses.

She also played two versions of "Symphony of Destiny". As she listened to the music, she told her the story of the leader examining him that day...

Zhou Xiaobai smiled and the flowers were trembling, and he had no time to listen. He hammered him and said:

"Kuiyong, you have the delicate emotions of a poet, but why do you always pretend to be an annoying ruffian and don't speak well?"

Li Kuiyong shook his head:

"This is not a pretense. The elegant temperament of Ms. Chen Yijun is inspired by the poetic and literary spirit over the years. I am like this, a little bastard who grew up in a scattered dean. This is a temporary feeling, and the true appearance will be revealed in a few days..."

Zhou Xiaobai smiled and said:

"You have never seen my mother before, so you still respect her?"

Li Kuiyong said:

"The aunt told me that she actually likes your mother very much, and she always talks to me, "You Aunt Chen is like this, you Aunt Chen is like this, and you Aunt Chen is like this, after a while, aren't I familiar with you?"

Zhou Xiaobai felt warm in his heart and said softly:

"Auntie is so nice to you!"

Li Kuiyong nodded:

"It's really good. I am such a poor boy, and they never dislike me and are willing to say anything to me. Sometimes I think that if I can't get into an officer in the future, I'm sorry for the cultivation of them!"

Zhou Xiaobai held his hand and said with some distress:

"Kuiyong, don't be too stressed. I think aunts and others are kind to you. They don't want to do this. How can anyone be an officer?"

Li Kuiyong looked into her eyes and said firmly:

"It's not all for this kind of friendship. A man and a man must rise with the wind and rise up in this world. How can he be mediocre? Besides, your father is the chief. If I don't make a difference, how can I have the nerve to come to propose marriage?"

Listening to the passionate first half, Zhou Xiaobai was quite excited.

When the last sentence came out, he immediately made a big furious face, threw down his hand and ran away...

Li Kuiyong shouted from behind:

"Xiaobai, I won't come tomorrow. Do you want Ms. Chen Yijun to attend the concert?"

Zhou Xiaobai responded from afar, with a strong sense of shame:
Chapter completed!