Chapter 45 Ensemble

After a long time, Lin Muyao woke up, took a long breath of relief, and sighed, "Xue's understanding of the word 'astringent' is getting deeper and deeper. This song "Hua Yao" pierces people's hearts, which makes people unable to help but extricate themselves."

Muchengxue smiled lightly and did not speak. In terms of piano, she doesn't need to be modest at all, which is what she is most proud of.

"So, Mr. Qin, are you ready?" Lin Muyao turned her face to Qin Yan and said, "This song is not so easy to learn. As far as I know, no one can reflect its charm so well. After listening to it, how many do you know?

Mu Chengxue also showed an expectant look. He got up and gave up his seat and said, "Mr. Qin, please."

Qin Yan sat over silently and thought to himself, 'Look at them seem to be very enthusiastic. If I play halfway and forget the words, will it cause some bad consequences...'

Mu Chengxue came to his opposite and sat down, picked up the jade flute on the table, came to his mouth, and gently played a few simple syllables.

Lin Muyao was surprised and said, "Xueer, are you really going to play with him? Why don't you listen to him play it first?"

Mu Chengxue shook his head slightly. Lin Muyao had to turn her head and said to Qin Yan, "Kid, Miss Mu is very confident in you. You have to show your strength to breastfeed. Don't let her down."

Qin Yan nodded: "I will do my best." With that, he learned Mu Chengxue's posture, played a string of smooth notes on the strings.

Lin Muyao couldn't help laughing when she saw this. Mucheng Xue played the piano, which showed his daughter's elegant and lazy posture, but this action was particularly funny when it was replaced by Qin Yan. Qin Yan's face was solemn and recalled every posture and action of Mu Chengxue, which did not affect her. As he slowed down his fingers, the sound of the piano turned gentle and sad, and the attic gradually sank into a low and solemn atmosphere. Lin Muyao's mind sank, and the smile on her face completely converged.

The darkness in the room is as thick as substance, and the faint light swayed and squeezed into a point, trembling.

At this time, Mu Chengxue's flute sound joined in, gentle and sad, accompanied by the sound of the piano, pouring out the grievances in his heart. The piano flute and sound, the distant and low melody scattered, penetrated into the listener's heart, through the eaves and window sill, and scattered into the empty night sky.

At this time, the night outside the window is lonely, the autumn wind is sad, the bright moon is cold and thin, and the stars are few. In the cold night, the sound of the piano and the flute was far away and sad, desolate and lonely, spinning dreamily in the depths of the dark night. The melancholy melody, the low and sad tune, slowly flowed out of the music, and the willow smoke permeated the plum garden, immersed in the heart, tied the soul, which made people cry silently, wanted to sigh and stop, so they had to nod and silent.

The sadness in the night wind has penetrated into the depths of the soul.

Muchengxue held the flute and played gently with the sound of the piano, and water gradually appeared in his eyes, like the misty smoke waves in the autumn river.

Should she be happy that such loneliness is finally shared? Maybe from then on, this heart...

Just as she was stunned, she suddenly heard that the sound of the piano opposite her changed, from slow to fast, as if the peak circuit was completely out of the original rhythm of Huayao, and the tune was also very different.

Mu Chengxue and Lin Muyao were both shocked. They looked up at Qin Yan and saw that he did not raise his head. His ten fingers danced on the strings, and the melody that gradually turned into a gradual smooth was as dazzling as the sun under the dark clouds.

After playing the two songs Tianshang and Huayao, Qin Yan has mastered the syllable changes brought about by each action. Therefore, he can express the melody he wants happily.

'Don't be too pessimistic in life, everything should be open...' This is his advice.

After Mu Chengxue was stunned, the sound of the flute also changed. It was still desolate and sad, but it was perfectly integrated into the piano sound, and it was more touching the piano sound and returning to sadness.

This is the reality. The past cannot be looked back, and the future cannot be pursued. What is there to be pessimistic and optimism?

'What a stubborn woman!' Qin Yan's music is far less than that of Mu Chengxue. It is reluctant to forcibly change the melody. How can he compete with such a master? He felt like a boat, facing the storm and was about to be swallowed up by the huge waves.

'It doesn't matter! How can you shake my young master's philosophy of life!'

At this moment, he couldn't care so much and gritted his teeth and forced it down. Regardless of the abruptness of the rhythm and the coherence and cooperation of the music, he just played down as he thought in his mind.

I never believe in justice, benevolence and justice in the world, I don't believe in the swords, honey swords and deceptions in the so-called heroes of the world, and I don't believe in the difference between demons and saints... But I don't believe that there will be a completely desperate concept in the world! No matter what, as long as you work hard for it, it is possible to achieve it. Isn't it a happy thing to set a goal and fight for it? Even if I can't reach the end in the end, even if I die for it, I will never regret it. At least I have never wasted the countless days and nights in the past...

My heart towards the Tao has never been cut off!

The clouds are still entangled, and the cold wind has not stopped, and it rushed over in a sad way. The sky and the earth grow tenaciously and thrive. When the cold winter is endless, it stands proudly in the wind and snow. The white snow on the leaves shook, and wisps of dark fragrance rose. After the wind blew away the snowflakes, a snow flower showed a delicate but strong shape.

The sound of the flute is cut off at the same time.

Qin Yan's eyes suddenly opened, like starlight blooming, dazzling, as if a road to the sky was dispersed in an invisible fog. His slender fingers pressed the strings, as if they were waving a beam of bright sunshine.

Lin Muyao looked at this scene and her heart was slightly shocked, but the original words of scolding could no longer be said, only turning into a faint sigh: "Kid, you are too messy. Now you have annoyed Xueer!"

Mu Chengxue put down the jade flute and met Qin Yan's eyes. Her eyes were shining, and the corners of her lips were gently touched, revealing a more delicate smile than Huaer: "Thank you for your persuasion of Mr. Qin, Xue'er will remember it."

"What?" Lin Muyao looked at her doubtfully. Mu Chengxue said again, "I'm a little tired. That's all for today. Mr. Qin, I'll see you tomorrow.

"Oh, okay!" Qin Yan got up and said goodbye.

Lin Muyao looked at his distant figure and looked back at Mu Chengxue, full of suspicion that he could not be solved. Has Cher's face become yellow or yellow?

When Qin Yan returned to his residence, He Zhongyi was practicing boxing alone in the yard. As soon as he saw Qin Yan, he immediately shouted with joy: "Brother Qin, you are finally back. I have been waiting for you for a long time. Come on, let's compete again!"

Qin Yan happened to be depressed by the sound of Mu Chengxue's piano. He immediately walked a few steps and hit He Zhongyi's chest with a heavy punch. Good for you!" He Zhongyi shouted and waved his arms to fight. The two fought in one place, which was difficult to distinguish.

After such a hard beating, he completely vented the stuffiness in his chest and didn't stop until late at night.

When he lay back to **, Qin Yan was physically and mentally exhausted and was no longer in the mood to do good luck. Not long after he closed his eyes, he fell asleep.