The whole place was silent and expecting.

Qin Jian inserted the microphone back into the microphone stand and adjusted the position of the microphone to a height of half a meter in front of Ye Yi's head.

After sitting upright, he adjusted his breathing slightly.

And just when Qin Jian raised his head and raised his hands, he dropped his fingers.

Qin Jian's raised left hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

a long time.

Under everyone's gaze, Qin Jian's right hand was seen crossing the tiger's mouth with his left hand, and his hands were clasped together.

Silent and motionless.

…

"Why doesn't the handsome boy stop playing?"

"Is he praying?"

"Master is probably brewing feelings, everyone should be quiet."

…

"Chi Heng, what happened to him?"

"I don't know either."

"By the way, Sister Yaoyao sent me a message just now."

"explain."

"Wei Mingyu and Qi Dong have already got off the plane."

"So fast?" Chi Heng was a little surprised in his surprise.

"Yes~"

"Then let's leave tonight too."

"Isn't our ticket for tomorrow morning?"

"Change the ticket."

…

"Shihan, what are you doing?"

Seeing Lu Shihan holding her cell phone towards the stage for a while, Lin Zihui asked with some confusion.

"I want to record this section. It's the first time I've heard this piece live, so I can take it as a souvenir."

"oh......"

…

"Do you want to use [Sad Four-leaf Clover]?"

"whether?"

I glanced at the item introduction again.

[The appeal of the piano sound can be improved within a period of time after use]

Qin Jian chose, "Yes."

Immediately afterwards, the four-leaf clover on the panel gradually withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Qin Jian felt that there was an inexplicable emotion around him, and it began to wrap around him.

Qin Jian's mind quickly went through the first few bars of the score.

Suddenly, a scene of red flowers falling from the sky and a man dressed in red dancing lightly appeared in front of his eyes.

That's the feeling.

Qin Jian's left hand subconsciously placed it on the piano keys.

As the little finger spreads out, it falls.

Music starts.

The clear sound of the piano flows like clouds and flowing water.

There was not a single sound break, but there was a continuous ups and downs.

…

It’s still a complete three-bar prelude, no different from the several rehearsals.

But this time, Ye Yi felt several chaotic emotions running through his heart in these few short lines of the piano.

Depressing, painful, affectionate, and sad.

Is that how it should be?

"Pay attention to the attack note..."

"You are the lead instrument, your voice..."

"A richer picture..."

…

It seemed that Qin Jian's words were remembered in his ears, and with the sound of the piano in his ears, the details of the two people's discussion about Luan Hong appeared in front of his eyes.

Ye Yiheng flute came to his mouth.

Feeling the pictures in my mind and the fate in the music, I slowly closed my eyes.

All that is left in the world is the sound of the piano in my ears and the owner of the music beside me.

After three and a half beats, Tan sighed.

A tangible breath flows in and out of the mouth of the flute.

In an instant, it was like hazy notes falling from the flute.

As soon as the flute sounded, the color of the entire music changed again.

If the timbre of the piano is gorgeous, the sound of the bamboo flute seems too simple at this moment.

But behind the simple voice, there is a simple expression.

It is different from the vastness and distance of Xiao.

There is rhyme in Ye Yi's flute, with his unique contemplation and understanding, and he insists on himself in the poignant narration of the piano, neither humble nor arrogant.

Gradually, the music has reached its climax.

The sound of the piano is getting heavier and heavier.

The beauty of the bass, although scattered, can leave traces on people's ears every time.

Qin Jian still had no expression, but his limbs were obviously opening and closing more.

Left-hand chords and right-hand melody, after a quick burst of playing.

The music reached its climax, and everyone was looking forward to how intensely the flute sound would interpret this touching story.

But the sound of the flute became more and more gentle, but there were tears in the softness.

…

"Chi Heng, my eyes are so sore."

The girl held the empty popcorn and looked at the man and woman sitting side by side in front of the piano on the stage. She huddled up on the stool and blew her nose gently.

"Chi Heng, they will definitely be happy, right?"

"I have no idea."

Chi Heng's musical brain seemed to have stopped functioning. There was no pitch or length of notes, no analysis of harmonic trends, and no one-sidedness.

Just music, pure music.

From the sound of the flute, Chi Heng seemed to see the unique beauty of oriental women.

Gentle yet firm, elegant yet tranquil.

Delicate and subtle.

After a long time, Chi Heng wiped the corners of his eyes slightly.

"This is music."

…

“What a unique piece of music.”

Lu Shihan muttered, sighed softly, and finally put down the phone.

"Huh? Why don't you record it, Shihan?"

"Such an artistic conception can only be experienced by being there. It is best to listen to half of the recording and think about the other half."
To be continued...