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Chapter 532 No One Talks To Me After You Left Nanjing
After eating, everyone took a lunch break. This time, Huang Lei dared not let Fang Jing go out again. He stayed in the mushroom house all the time, and almost didn't even accompany him to the bathroom.

Being idle and bored, Fang Jing came to the gazebo in the yard and asked a few students to take out all the eating guys to perform for everyone.

The most eye-catching thing is not Ye Qingyang's dulcimer, but Fu Xiaotang's guzheng, which has a strong sense of ancient style wherever it is placed.

The most common one is Duan Qingxue's cello. In terms of rarity, it is not as good as the dulcimer, and in terms of universal acceptance, it is not as good as the guzheng.

The cello comes from abroad, and many famous songs are also from abroad. Non-professional students can't understand what is being played, let alone understand its meaning.

Putting down the thermos in his hand, Fang Jing said in a loud voice: "Everyone, the next one will be the number one guzheng player of our Lihai Music Attached High School, Fu Xiaotang, who is nicknamed Master Qianzhi. Everyone welcomes with applause!"

There were no outsiders in the first place, and there were only a dozen or so with the camera, and sparse applause rang out.

What made Fu Xiaotang blush was not because he disliked the lack of people, but because Fang Jing's words were too exaggerated, and he actually called her nickname. After the show was broadcast, millions of people watched it.

"Xiaotang, come get one!" Fang Jing ate the red dates in the thermos and said vaguely.

"Then I'll show you a thousand cherry blossoms. I'm sure it's not as good as Teacher Fang, so just listen to it."

"Bah! Modesty! It's stupid." Fang Jing turned to Huang Lei and He Ling and said, "Her Guzheng is the best in the school, and she is also famous in the city, much better than me, who is half a bucket of water."

Huang Lei rolled his eyes, "Are you a half bucket of water? Is there a half bucket like you?"

"I'm really half-baked. I've learned a lot, but it's miscellaneous but not refined. Few of them can handle it. I'm ashamed. I'm ashamed to cultivate my motherland."

Seeing that Fang Jing was pretending to be aggressive again, Huang Lei and He Ling ignored it. This guy is half a bucket full of water, so what if there is another half bucket?
Fu Xiaotang tied up his nails and started playing without shouting. His hand speed was very fast, even faster than Fang Jing. This song Qianbenzakura is not very difficult. The highlight is the hand speed.

Fang Jing is Wuyingzhi, and so is Fu Xiaotang. Young people react quickly, and with more than ten years of boy skills, the speed and accuracy are very high, which is really better than Fang Jing, who is half a bucket of water.

The fingers are like butterflies dancing in the bushes, non-stop, and the hearts of the group of people speed up following the rhythm.

It's not that no one has imitated Fang Jing on the Internet, but those people all recorded the video, who knows how many times they recorded in private, Fu Xiaotang's live broadcast, there is no mistake.

"It's okay, Mr. Huang?" Fang Jing said to Huang Lei.

"Okay, but this is not what you taught, what are you proud of?"

"This is my student!"

"He has been a child since childhood!"

"This is my student."

"What are you talking about teaching physical education? What does it matter to you?"

"This is my student, and I teach career planning."

"You just demonstrated it once. It's all the efforts of others. Shame on you?"

"This is my student." Seeing that Fu Xiaotang had finished playing, Fang Jing clapped his hands, and said to Ye Qingyang and Duan Qingxue, "Come on, both of you, let's open up Teacher Huang's eyes."

"Is this the kickbox?" He Ling smiled lightly, "Will you also come to one later?"

"Bah!" Spit out another red date, Fang Jing leaned on the back of the chair and said, "It must!"

As a versatile instrument in the world of musical instruments, dulcimer and cello have no pressure at all. Duan Qingxue and Ye Qingyang have been working together for a while.

This is Huang Lei's famous song many years ago.

The cello was sad, and the dulcimer was crisp and melodious. Huang Lei was touched when he played it. He crossed his legs and hummed softly, as if he was that boy again.

Fang Jing asked his students to show off, He Ling had no objection, just watched from the side, and asked after playing a song: "Is this the song from your movie?"

After coming for so long, I finally got back to the topic, the promotion of the movie.

Fang Jing shook his head, "This one is not, Fu Xiaotang's is. There are seventeen famous songs in the whole movie, some are foreign, some are domestic classics, such as Hundred Birds in the Phoenix, To Alice, and Castle in the Sky."

"In addition, I added a few songs myself. In addition to Qianben Sakura, there is also the fast-handed Quan Yutianxia. After you left Nanjing, no one talked with me."

"What?" He Ling was a little confused, "The last song is the name of the song?"

"That's right!"

After you left Nanjing, no one talked with me. This is the title of the song, cello solo, a proper killer, one of Fang Jing's favorite songs in the previous life, and copied it this time without changing the name.

"Serve the cello!" Fang Jing waved his hand, Duan Qingxue obediently sent the violin up, his face was full of anticipation, and he could listen to Teacher Fang play this song again.

She listened to it once before on the set. She was astonished and fascinated by it. Unfortunately, she couldn’t practice without the score, and Fang Jing was no longer performing. It caused her to go home without falling asleep for a long time. Sometimes it was this song that she dreamed of at night. .

Straightening his body, Fang Jing put down the thermos, narrowed his eyes slightly, picked up the violin and meditated, and didn't move for a long time.

"Is this a card?" He Ling asked.

Fu Xiaotang snickered, "He probably forgot the song and was thinking about it."

"Nonsense, I'm brewing a relationship." Fang Jing blushed, he was indeed a little stuck just now, and he didn't remember to move his hands all of a sudden, "Ahem! Let's go, be quiet."

A deep, faintly sad sound came from the piano. The melody was simple, but it sounded depressing, bitter to the dust.

When I first heard the beginning, all the staff were stunned. This song, how should I put it, is a bit bitter, yes, it is bitter.

The sound of the piano speaks of grief, and the faint emotion of parting falls deeply in my heart. Judging from the title of the song, it seems to be about a lost love.

The more plain, the more profound, there is a kind of desolation outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, with green grass and green sky, but it is a gift for a friend, this is a lover.

The former has a return date, while the latter has no return date.

Beside, Duan Qingxue put on the rhythm and sang softly:
"After parting from you, my capacity gradually thinned out"

"Leaning against the window, the wind blows your sleeves, and the weeping willows are still in the smoke"

"Emei is so sad, why does the eternal day disappear"

"Writing a pen to express tenderness, holding the piano and not being able to play solo"

"The moon hangs on the west tower, blow out candles to avoid tears"

"It takes a clear autumn to climb a high place, and a toast to wish you no worries"

Um?In an instant, the meaning of the song changed suddenly. It was originally a man thinking of a woman, but now it has become a woman thinking of a man.

At 45 minute and [-] seconds, Fang Jing's piano sound stopped abruptly, and Huang Lei, who was immersed in the music, looked dissatisfied, "I'm listening hard, what are you doing?"

"Gone!"

"So short?"

"It's already the second time, and overall it's only 50 seconds."

Short and weak, this is Fang Jing, except for Fu Xiaotang and others whom he had heard before, He Ling and Huang Lei all wanted to hit someone, and their hearts were itchy.

"Why not longer?"

"I think so too, but there's no other way." Fang Jing said with a bitter face, "This song is just so short, there's no need to make it longer."

Persistence is impossible to last, not even in this lifetime.

(End of this chapter)