Son-in-law From Dark World

Playing art, especially this kind of master level, their title recommendation is very important.

It's very hard for someone to offer a price of 500000 yuan. Even the pianist himself nodded frequently under the stage with a happy smile on his face.

"I give a million!"

Just then, Han Dong raised his hand and called out.

Jiang Qing on one side was surprised to see him.

Han Dong smiles triumphantly. He hears an uproar around him, and his eyes are all focused on Han Dong.

A one-off increase of 500000 has directly sealed many people's mouths.

Prices soared too fast, those people want to see, which road God is so rich.

"One million, deal!"

After the announcement from the stage, Han Dong stood up in a burst of thunderous applause. Wang Shuwei himself also took the initiative to welcome the past.

"Han Dong, I didn't expect it was you. It surprised me."

Wang Shuwei, with a happy smile, gently hugged Han Dong.

"Master, I'm not here to support the music you played, but it's worth the price. If it wasn't for fear of being taught by you, I would be embarrassed to quote such a low price."

Han Dong modestly waved his hand and said without caring.

His words, said very beautiful, not only give each other enough face, but also show their own worth.

In addition, he called Wang Shuwei a mentor, which immediately attracted the attention of the crowd around him.

When he heard Han Dong calling his mentor, he was stunned. After his reaction, he felt the surprised eyes around him and Han dongqianhe's smile. He nodded,

he and Han Dong are acquainted, but they have met each other several times by chance, guiding him on the essentials of the steel piano, but the relationship between him and his apprentices is still too far away.

But the current situation, he had to admit that, in addition, the other party's behavior also made him happy.

A million songs, but also let his price rise.

"Teacher Wang Shuwei's apprentice, no wonder!"

"It's not that Mr. Wang Shuwei never takes apprentices, but he hides him."

"It's hard to imagine that Mr. Wang's apprentice is so young that his piano playing level must be first-class."

Around a lot of discussion, looking at Han Dong is full of worship eyes.

After a few words with Wang Shuwei, Han Dong returned to his seat.

"Han Dong, when did you become the close disciple of Teacher Wang Shuwei? It's unbelievable. I went to the door three times and was rejected."

Jiang Qing was also surprised. If it wasn't for the pressure of reality, her dream would certainly be to be a pianist, immerse herself in the beautiful notes every day and create more new songs.

But now she has already been out of the track, and the dream of running backwards.

This is also one of her regrets.

"In fact, I wanted to tell you about this for a long time, but I didn't have a chance. I never forgot my original dream. Do you remember that we should work together to become the best pianist and tour the world?"

Han Qing, who wants to avoid Jiang Qing, reaches out his hand.

He did not have any embarrassment, just a smile, the atmosphere is still the same.

"Well, I don't care now. The piano is out of my reach. I've been rusty for so many years."

While they were talking, another famous pianist appeared, and a piece of Cinderella played, which made people forget to return.

After a song falls, applause rings again, and the auction price is soaring rapidly.

However, compared with Wang Shuwei, who was the first to appear, the second pianist was much different. The price of a piece of music only sold for 300000 yuan was terminated.

"Sunny, you can't give up. That's a dream. Don't worry. As long as you're willing, I'll practice with you every day in the future, and with the guidance of Teacher Wang Shuwei, I believe you'll soon be on the stage again."

Han Dong's warm encouragement and excited words arouse Jiang Qing's interest.

He also struck while the iron was hot. He got up at the end of the third song and said to Jiang Qing, "I have never given up my dream. Next, I'll play a song for you."

With that, Han Dong went to the stage.

First of all, he stood on the edge of the stage with gentlemanly demeanor and bowed to the people below.

Such a polite behavior, ushered in a cheering voice, only Qin Feng sat on the chair, just woke up, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

"Next, I'm going to present a song for Jiang Qing, my favorite girl!"

Han Dong's voice dropped, and rose petals were sprinkled on the roof of the shed, creating a romantic atmosphere.

Everyone is looking for the girl named Jiang Qing. Where is the girl? She is so happy.

Han Dong sat in front of the piano, graceful as a prince. Many women present were fascinated by his actions and charming cheeks.Even Wang Shuwei often nods. Although Han Dong and he played a careful game just now, at this time, the temperament and self-restraint of each other are very suitable for playing the piano.

He didn't accept any disciples, but he didn't meet the right one. Han Dong seemed to have a good appetite for him.

Elegant tunes ring, surrounded by quiet, all listen to Han Dong's hands under the sound of notes, interwoven into an aesthetic tone, let people feel it.

The music gradually rises, soft with a trace of excitement, like a bundle of emotion, freely retracted, but also with a gentle, in soothing the mind.

At the end of the first song, Jiang Qing also felt that Han Dong's quyi was really good. Although he was not up to the master level, it was very rare. At the same time, he was also a little moved.

"Good!"

"Worthy of being a disciple of Master Wang. It's wonderful."

Many people are cheering, even Wang Shuwei nods and smiles at Han Dong.

This young man, with great talent, is indeed a man of ability.

It seems that I didn't come in vain today. I not only earned a reputation, but also received a good disciple.

Han Dong held on to the pride in his heart. He was modest on the surface and welcomed a cheering voice.

He looked at his position and whispered, "Jiang Qing, can you come to the stage and dance with me?"

Jiang Qing likes to go, but Qin Feng stands up impatiently and is surprised.

"What's the matter, Qin Feng?"

It suddenly occurred to me that Qin Feng's guzheng, accompanied by Ye Meiyun, had attracted the attention of the audience and moved countless people. Even she secretly wiped away tears from her eyes.

It is from the magic of Qin Feng, with music to compile a vivid myth love story, let people immerse themselves in the scene, for that incomplete beautiful and feel sigh.

If only the dancers were themselves.

Thinking of this, Han Dong's invitation to her suddenly became boring.