Just looking at the figure, Tao Le felt that he looked familiar. After taking a closer look at the features, he became even more convinced.
This mysterious man with a very high-profile appearance and a very cool appearance is actually the man with a mask and a sharp tongue in the surgery room before.
Only this time, he didn't use the scalpel and switched to teaching guqin.
The man in the ancient mask ignored her and played a song to himself, which immediately made the careless Tao Le's eyes sparkle.
No matter how amateur she was, no matter how much she knew the guqin, or how little musical talent she had, the music was so beautiful that she was immersed in it unconsciously.
The mountains and rivers are picturesque, the mountains and rivers are picturesque, the times are prosperous, the sun and the moon change, the stars are brilliant, and the years are not old.
Tao Le couldn't help but be led into a state of bliss by the sound of the piano, and understood the charm of the master of art.
After the song ended, the man in the ancient mask slowly stood up and gave his seat to her.
How happy it is when listening to music, but how painful it is when practicing the piano.
Tao Le struggled in the sea of suffering for who knows how long, until he decided to give up messing up completely, but unexpectedly reached the ethereal artistic conception that he couldn't ask for.
"Not satisfactory." The man finally commented: "But those people outside Mengmeng should be enough."
Under the gaze of everyone, Tao Le just paused and walked towards the stage.
"Xiao Tao, can you do it?" Xie Baoshu looked at Tao Le with a complicated expression. How come this little Tao can't do anything, so he can make me, Brother Xie, as stupid as a pig?
Zou Yao was equally surprised: "Lele, can you play the guqin?"
Tao Le didn't answer. She had already stood in front of the guqin and stretched out her hand to test the strings.
The open string sound is loud and thick, as grand as a copper bell; the overtones are as transparent as beads, rich and colorful; the high range is light and crisp, like a bell in the wind; the middle range is bright and sonorous, like striking a jade chime.
It is indeed a good piano. But it was much inferior to the Mo Yuqin in the space just now.
Tao Le sat down, calmed down, closed his eyes slightly, and then opened his eyes. His whole person immediately felt different.
If she was ordinary before, now she has an elegant, elegant and lively aura.
This kind of charm comes from the violinist's true heart and cannot be changed by long-term practice.
Just this change immediately made the piano owner bow and his expression became serious.
Tao Yue puts his hands on the piano and plucks the strings with ease, elegant and calm, and the sound of the piano is far-reaching.
Most of the bystanders who had previously been disapproving ignored her and just went about their own business, but now they gradually stopped and were completely fascinated by the music.
The music of pottery, drums, and harps is at first a vast and high-pitched sound, like the sound of indigo in the distant mountains, the sound flowing in the empty valley, or like a Kunpeng spreading its wings and soaring in the nine heavens.
In the middle of the music, the sound became more urgent, bringing everyone into the midst of a fierce battle, with mountains and rivers shattered, their hearts boiling with passion, and then turned into grief and unwillingness.
The music doesn't end here. Gradually, little sparks of fire appeared in the desperate situation, illuminating hope and sparking vitality.
It wasn't until the sound of the piano stopped for a long time that everyone woke up as if from a dream.
"I just found out today that there is such a thing as a lingering sound that lingers for three days!" A woman said with emotion.
"I didn't expect to meet a traditional Chinese music master at a small birthday party!" Another person praised.
No one disputes this assessment. How could someone not be a master play such moving music and make so many people fall into a state of intoxication at the same time?
Compared to others, Dai Li, who had been practicing Guqin for many years, had more insights and was more shocked.
A connoisseur will know if it is there as soon as he reaches out his hand. In his eyes, Tao Le's skills were no worse than those of his teacher.
And the artistic conception revealed in the sound of the piano seemed to be even more brilliant than his teacher.
Dai Li's teacher Ji Qingyin graduated from the Guqin major of the National Conservatory of Music in China. After that, he studied diligently and gained new insights into the Guqin. He has become a well-known performing master in the Chinese Guqin circle.
It was a blessing for Dai Li to receive such guidance from a master. But now he had a vague feeling that this ordinary-looking woman, whom he had never heard of before, could be on par with the teacher, or even better.
Even if this woman is younger than Master Ji, she is definitely someone who has already become famous.
By this time, he had completely forgotten why this woman came to the stage just now, and one question was swirling in his mind.
The piece she played had never been heard before, but it was simple, powerful, and impassioned. There was no way it was an unknown piece.
"This is sir." Dai Li got dressed up, bowed solemnly, and then asked, "What's the name of this song?"
Tao Le stood up, smiled calmly, and replied: "The title of the song is "Hehanzhi"."
"Hehanzhi"? Led by Dai Li, everyone present looked at each other, none of them had heard of this song.
But in this era, it doesn’t matter if you don’t understand it, you can just go online and find it.
Unfortunately, there is no piano music with the same name online at all, which makes everyone very disappointed.
"Sir, I would like to ask who created the song "He Han Zhi" just now, and if there is any origin?" He asked again.
Dai Li's respectful attitude surprised all the musicians present, especially Zou Yuan.
Although Dai Li was her classmate and participated in their music group because of his hobby, she had always known about his family background.
Daijia holds the largest PTA production company in the five southwestern provinces and also has considerable say in the domestic PTA industry.
Even though Dai Li is the youngest son of the Dai family, and he is naturally addicted to classical music, no one will underestimate him for this reason.
With such a financial background, if you want to play music, you can naturally afford the best teachers and a good piano.
Therefore, Dai Li is actually quite arrogant, and most people will not take him seriously at all.
She followed the people in the music group and expressed their own personalities. She did not deliberately cater to him, but instead flattered him and made them her confidants.
But Dai Li mostly looked down upon others, especially his colleagues who played the guqin.
Standing on the shoulders of Master Ji Qingyin, he already has the capital to instantly defeat his peers.
But just now, he called this plain-looking woman "sir".
This sentence, sir, is equivalent to elevating this woman to the same status as Master Ji Qingyin.
Of course, she had to admit that the music just now was so wonderful that even someone as critical as she could not help but be infected and immersed in it.
But even so, it wouldn't be enough to praise her so highly. Where do you want to place Master Ji Qingyin?
This time, Tao Le did not answer. She smiled faintly and looked at Zou Yuan: "Is this song passed?"
Before Zou Yuan could speak, there were a lot of voices in the audience: "Pass, naturally pass."
"If you can play such a tune, you must be a sweetheart. Welcome to join our pure* band!"
"Must pass with full marks! Can the piano music just now be adapted into guzheng music? I like it so much!"
Zou Yuan was a little helpless. Of course she could object against her will, but what's the use? Apart from her, the other ten group members present all voted to approve, which only made her feel weak.
But if it passes, she has to fulfill her promise, so how on earth is she going to explain what happened to her grandfather?
In just a few seconds, Zou Yuan felt that less than half of his brain cells had died.
(End of chapter)
