Almighty Goddess of Rebirth

Chapter 273
Although Lu Chaochao's tone was calm, Duan Chengwen felt the "arrogance" inside.

He looked at Zhang Mingyi next to him, and suppressed a sarcastic smile.

He has been learning guqin for nine years, and he has already obtained the tenth grade certificate.

However, in his opinion, the tenth-level certificate cannot represent Qin Yi at all.

Because, for the tenth-level repertoire, if you practice hard, practice makes perfect.

Practice the same piece of music all day long, are you afraid that you will fail the grade test?

Duan Chengwen doesn't want this kind of "certification"! ''

He learned guqin just because he loves it.

And playing the piano, what you play is your state of mind!

Among the piano friends in the same period, he was one of the best.

What is Lu Chaochao?
Looking at the posture of her pressing the piano just now, she is someone who has never touched the piano.

"You want to play the piano, right?"

Duan Chengwen said, then frowned again, seemingly distressed, "How does piano music compare to guqin?"

He likes traditional culture, otherwise he would not have learned the flute besides learning the guqin, and his calligraphy is also very good.

If it wasn't for Mingyi's piano study, he would definitely sneer at the piano.

Lu Chaochao glanced at the emotional piano not far away, very casual.

"Try it before you talk, you come first, I want to see the charm of this guqin."

Duan Chengwen thought she was afraid.

Just now "challenged" so simply, let him come first now, this is to buy some time to find a way, right?

No matter what she wanted to do, to Duan Chengwen, it was just a dying struggle.

He nodded indifferently, "Okay, I'll go first."

After finishing speaking, wash your hands, burn incense, sit upright, concentrate your mind, and the whole person will soon enter the state.

Zhang Mingyi, who was present, took a deep breath, waiting for the sound of the piano.

Lu Chaochao looked at him without looking at him, and completed this series of actions.

Just these few simple movements are enough to prove that he is a real piano player.

Duan Chengwen opened his eyes slightly, and put his hands on the piano.

With a light pluck, a string of melodious musical notes flowed out.

In the ears, there seems to be the sound of the flute at the end of the river.

It's as clear as splashing jade, trembling like a dragon's chant.

A long scroll of mountains and rivers with soft colors, elegant and elegant, unfolded slowly in front of their eyes.

The moon rises slowly from Dongshan, and the boat sways gently on the river.

The night is hazy and the water is hazy, rippling in everyone's heart.

The sound of the piano rises suddenly, like a crisp sound, moving quickly.

The flowers and shadows on both sides of the strait are intertwined, layer upon layer, so beautiful...

When a fast performance sounded, this ancient song also came to an end.

The soft and peaceful music sounds eloquently, the artistic conception settles down again, and the frivolous musical notes follow the boat leisurely away...

The surface of the river has regained its tranquility, and it looks more graceful and graceful.

This piece of music "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" full of poetic and picturesque flavors was vividly presented by Duan Chengwen.

Withdrawing his hands, Duan Chengwen sighed softly, Guqin pleases himself first, he has already done it.

He looked up at Zhang Mingyi, and saw that she had her eyes slightly closed, with a smile on her face, and she was indescribably gentle and elegant.

He was so happy in his heart that he took the time to glance at Lu Chaochao.

She must also be intoxicated by her own piano sound, right?
Even if he doesn't like her beautiful appearance, but if he likes his piano, he can reluctantly accept it...

"good."

Lu Chaochao's eyes were clear, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he clapped his hands to express his praise when he saw his appearance.

This was like a teacher's performance, which formed a strong contrast with Zhang Mingyi who hadn't recovered yet.

Duan Chengwen opened his mouth, suddenly not knowing what to say.

The good mood was suddenly swept away, he put out the incense, stood up, and snorted coldly.

"It's your turn."

Lu Chaochao looked down at his piano.

"Duan Chengwen, do you want to borrow this piano?"

Before he put away his sneer, he was startled by her words, and then looked at her dumbfounded.

Can't she see how much she hates her?Dare to borrow the piano from him?

And did they forget what they were doing?Actually borrowed the piano from the opponent, did you think he would borrow it?

His expression was too obvious, Lu Chaochao could see it right away.

But she shrugged her shoulders and said plausibly.

"As you said, if I play the piano, how can I compete?"

Zhang Mingyi had already opened her eyes, seeing the veins popping out on Duan Chengwen's forehead, she felt even more helpless.

Although at first she also guessed that Lu Chaochao would ask to borrow the piano, but after thinking about it, she found it unlikely.

Unexpectedly, this was really borrowed.

Seeing that the blue veins on Duan Chengwen's forehead were throbbing, Zhang Mingyi quickly smoothed things over.

"Chengwen, I also think this is better. If you are worried, just watch from the side. If there is something wrong, you can stop it, right?"

Duan Chengwen immediately put away his anger and smiled gently at her.

Although he was still a bit reluctant, he finally nodded and gave up his seat.

Lu Chaochao is not a person who doesn't know what to do. Seeing that he agreed, he thanked him seriously, which at least made him look better.

However, Duan Chengwen still watched her movements closely.

After such a close inspection, it was found that she was well-mannered, and her every move was extremely graceful.

Whether it is sitting down or raising hands, it is quite standard, but it lacks a sense of deliberation.

Everything seemed so natural, presumably this attitude has been engraved into her bone marrow.

Compared with Duan Chengwen, she lacked the procedures of burning incense and concentrating.

Instead, as soon as he was seated, he touched the piano and just slid it a few times at will.

From the moment she put her hand on it, Duan Chengwen became worried, seeing that she only tried the sound test before he was relieved.

And the next moment, she plucked the first string.

Duan Chengwen's eyes widened suddenly, and he murmured, "How is that possible?"

He has learned Guqin for nine years and has a deep understanding of Guqin.

I also know that there is a kind of person who is a born piano player.

They don't need to burn incense and concentrate on these things to get themselves into the state as soon as possible, but in the simplest way.

From the first note, you can fully enter the world of the piano!
This girl that he hated, obviously looks like a novice, but with just such a casual gesture, people's eyes can't help but follow her!
Before Duan Chengwen could let go of this surprising discovery, he heard a burst of familiar music enter his ears.

Spring River Flower Moonlight Night!
It's the same song he played!
The sound of the piano flowed slowly, as if he had entered that wonderful picture scroll.

In the hazy spring, he sat on the boat and was deeply attracted by the beautiful scenery in front of him.

There was a light fragrance of flowers in the air, and the night wind blew by, wrinkled the river water, and softened his heart.

The chirping of night birds and the whispering of insects on both sides of the river make the whole Spring River more peaceful and beautiful.

He changed his lying position, looked up at the bright moon, felt all this, fell into a deep sleep, deeply intoxicated...

When all the voices gradually fell silent, his whole body seemed to be drifting away with this small boat...

He opened his eyes suddenly.

The girl had already left Guqin at some point, and just stood there quietly.

His piano sound just makes the listener seem to see the beautiful scenery, even if they enter it, they can't get rid of the perspective of a bystander.

But she can make the listener directly become the protagonist in the painting.

His face was pale, and he spoke dejectedly.

"I lost."

(End of this chapter)