Chapter 57 Hundred Birds Facing Phoenix

When she saw the teenager who fell into meditation after seeing the piano, she realized what all this was about. Who is this teenager in front of you? Why is there such an amazing piano skill? Why do you create such a beautiful mood? Is this his real experience or a beautiful dream? What is the answer to all this? How many stories will there be hidden under the handsome appearance of this teenager? Yang Zhiyan couldn't figure it out and couldn't even think about it.

Wang Ruojun, Wu Linlin and Xie Wuhuang gradually woke up. They were not as deep as Yang Zhiyan. They only felt that their bodies and minds were shrouded in happiness and happiness, and bursts of happiness fascinated them.

not far away, Gao Ming asked, "What song was the ink bullet playing just now?" How do I feel that I admire him more and more?

He Liqun added, "I can't understand it more and more."

Zhu Hua shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it. Don't you think listening to Boss Mo's music is very helpful for our exercise?"

Gao Ming looked at Zhu Hua incredulously and asked, "I didn't expect that Zhu Hua, who had always been unconvinced, called others the boss today!" Is there no mountain, or is the river exhausted, or is it winter thunder and earthquake, and then summer rain and snow?

He Liqun said for Zhu Hua: "The three of us have more than enough conspiracy, but we are not determined enough. Mozi is the highest among the four of us, whether it is wisdom, conspiracy or determination. He can keep calm under any circumstances and make the most powerful judgments and actions.

Zhu Hua nodded by default, and Gao Ming thought for a moment and nodded.

I sighed slightly and woke up from my meditation. I stood up, smiled at the four in front of me and asked, "It's ugly."

When the four women heard my words, they came back and applauded one after another. Wang Ruojun said, "I didn't expect that you still have this skill. Your piano skills are comparable to Zhiyan. You really can't look good. You know people and don't know your heart!"

Hearing Wang Ruojun's words, the other three women laughed. I asked with a wry smile, "Miss Wang, can you not target me every time?"

Wang Ruojun nodded and said, "Yes, but that's the future. Now you are in the inspection period. Of course, you can also understand it as a probation period. During the inspection period, you have experienced my verbal violence. Don't be discouraged. Hope is ahead."

Yang Zhiyan understood Wang Ruojun's meaning and pulled Wang Ruojun's clothes with a slight blush, signaling her to stop talking. I didn't understand Wang Ruojun's words at all. Yang Zhiyan said to me, "I didn't expect your piano skills to be so good. I have to ask you for advice one day."

I laughed and said, "I'm flattered. I'm just a little bit good at it." My master played the piano, which is a shocking ghost. I have seen it once. He only needs a short tune to bounce off all the leaves of a row of trees, and then play a song. These trees grow leaves in extreme time. The master's piano skills can only be described as magical skills.

Yang Zhiyan also smiled and said, "I don't know if your flute skills will be comparable to your piano skills, but I'm looking forward to it. By the way, this is the music score of Hundred Birds to the Phoenix. Let's divide it. With that, he took out a neat stack of white paper from his pocket and unfolded it in front of me.

I looked at the score of "Hundred Birds Chaofeng" in Yang Zhiyan's hand and asked, "Which of you has a pen?"

"I have one. I happened to bring one today." Xie Wushuang said and took out a pen from his pocket and gave it to me.

"Thank you!" I said. I took the pen and changed a few strokes on the score with Yang Zhiyan's surprised eyes. After the revision, I said to Yang Zhiyan, "This is the real score of Hundred Birds and Phoenix. The original is not right." After saying that, I returned the pen to Wushuang.

Yang Zhiyan looked at the music score incredibly. She silently hummed and compared the music before and after the revision, and found that the changes were indeed much smoother, and the overall feeling of the music score was much stronger than before. Wang Ruojun also gathered around to see what was going on, but he looked at it for a long time and didn't see anything.

Yang Zhiyan looked at the score in his hand with bright eyes, and then looked up and asked with some excitement and doubt, "How do you know the original score of "Hundred Birds Chaofeng"?"

I said, "There is an ancient cultural relic silk in my house, and there is the original spectrum of Hundred Birds and Phoenix on it." I learned this song in the valley. There are too many books in the master's collection. The oldest one is so long that I can't imagine.

"Oh." Yang Zhiyan nodded and frowned, "No, you..."

I interrupted her and changed the topic and said, "It's getting late. Let's start. Do you need to be familiar with the new music score?" I know what she wants to ask. She wants to ask me how I can understand ancient words and the most difficult ancient rhythms. Now there are few people who can understand and refine them little by little at most. This question is difficult to answer, so I chose to avoid it. In fact, I can say that my teacher will do it and translate it for me. Although I can say so, I don't want to lie, especially to her.

Yang Zhiyan took a deep look at me. She didn't understand why I changed the topic, but she guessed that what I just said was also false. Seeing that I didn't tell the truth, Yang Zhiyan felt inexplicably painful. Yang Zhiyan strongly suppressed the pain in the bottom of her heart and smiled, "No, but we haven't separated yet."

Looking at Yang Zhiyan, I don't understand why her smile is a little reluctant. I said, "Actually, it's very good. You play the first bar and the second bar. I embed it from the middle part of the first bar, and then we play the rest until the second bar. I solo the third bar. You start embedding in the fourth bar until the end. Are you satisfied with this?"

Yang Zhiyan thought for a moment, and finally looked up and smiled at me and said, "Okay, that's it. Where's your flute?"

"Here." I magically took out the green flute from behind.

Yang Zhiyan looked at the green flute all over her body, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes. She understood that this was not a mortal product. Yang Zhiyan sat on the stool behind the piano, adjusted it, and said to me, "I'm ready."

I said, "I'm also ready to start at any time."

Wang Ruojun said expectantly, "Then let's listen and wait for the good sound."

I laughed and said, "You compete with our class Zhuhua's English level."

When Wang Ruojun heard Zhu Hua's name, he couldn't help saying angrily, "Don't put his name in front of me!" I can't afford to lose this man!"

I wondered, "Do you know each other?" After saying that, I remembered Yang Zhiyan's words and asked for nothing. I knew the answer if I didn't hear it.

Wang Ruojun looked angry, and his eyes were furious. He gritted his teeth and said, "I know him. I grew up with him. We are very close to the depths of blood!"

Looking at Wang Ruojun's appearance, I can't help praying for Zhu Hua. Huazi, take care of yourself. Wang Ruojun pulled Xie Wushuang and Wu Linlin to sit on the plastic lawn not far in front of me and Yang Zhiyan, and seemed to be ready to listen to Yang Zhiyan and me. Seeing the appearance of the three of them, I felt that Yang Zhiyan and I were like street performers. After shouting, "If you have money, you can hold a money field, and if you don't have money, you can support yourself". As a result, three people came to support the show.

Yang Zhiyan smiled at Wang Ruojun and the three of them, and then played gently on the strings. The crisp and pleasant sound of the three women in front of them suddenly relaxed and comfortable. Under Yang Zhiyan's delicate jade hand, the seven strings were constantly played with and made pleasant sounds. I listened to Yang Zhiyan's piano sound. He was so skilled in techniques and superb musical attainments. My heart was already in the piano, and God floated high above the sky with the sound of the piano. But there seems to be something wrong. Lack of affection!

I gently pressed the flute hole with both hands, put the flute on my mouth, and slowly played it with the sound of the piano.

The song "Hundred Birds to Phoenix" should have been dominated by Fengxiao, supplemented by several other musical instruments, so as to better achieve the best effect in the form of sound and promote the sound, so that the meaning of this song can reach the peak. Although this song pays attention to sound, it is only an external performance. It is the same as every song, and the most important thing is meaning and God. When it comes to God, the player can play the sound of nature even if he uses a leaf. A song is beautiful, and the most important thing is to appreciate its meaning.

Spring and Jingming, the breeze is warm, the snow is melting, and the earth is full of vitality. The trees are rejuvenated through the cold winter, and the green buds are drawn from the branches, which are full of vitality. The breath of youth continues to exude out in the green buds of the branches. The melting stream returned to flow, and the stream tinkled, playing a solo song of spring. The hard-working bees danced a beautiful "8" dance in the air, conveying the fragrance of flowers to their companions. On the grassland not far away, clusters of early blooming flowers meet the scorching sun, showing their most beautiful posture.

On a huge sycamore tree in the depths of the jungle, a colorful phoenix perches on the branches, full of gorgeous Wenguang, which is beautiful and charming. The colorful phoenix looked into the distance and suddenly sounded a pleasant but shocking cry. In an instant, it resounded through the whole picturesque and dreamy fog forest.

In the forest, a variety of birds flew out from all corners of the forest, including rhododendrons, thrushes, magpie... All the birds are scrambling to fly in the direction of the colorful phoenix, and their mouths keep saying their own unique names. For a moment, the world is full of all kinds of birdsong. Every bird song is full of joy and respect. Birds of various colors flew to the colorful phoenix and kept flying around the sycamore trees, and the birds in their mouth sang more. More and more birds came from all directions. Before long, the colorful phoenix was surrounded by cheerful birds. The colorful phoenix rises to the sky, unfolds its beautiful and huge wings, hovering in the air, playing with birds, and sometimes making a cheerful cry, resounding between heaven and earth...