Xiaoxiao strings strings of musical notes, like a small stream in spring, emitting a spiritual charm, plucking everyone's nerves.
It is also like flowing in the soul, it is very comfortable and wonderful, making people imagine the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers.
Everyone gradually showed astonished expressions. Song Wuyou, who has always been arrogant, can play such a beautiful piece of music? !
Gu Yanhao's indifferent handsome face showed a rare hint of shock.
His deep and sharp eyes were full of turbulent waves.
His gaze was fixed on Song Wuyou's body.
The woman's posture is straight, her playing movements are extremely elegant, and she throws her feet and hands with a sense of lightness.
It seems that she often plays a certain type of piano, very familiar and proficient.
The wonderful notes will not break even if they hit the rocks, and let people see everything in the world come to life.
As soon as the melody was changed, the melodious music just now suddenly became thick, distant, and boundless...
Listening and listening, as if telling someone's history of blood and tears.
Everyone was shocked by such a song.
There was a shocked smile on Master Gu's face.
The turbulent waves in Gu Yanhao's eyes rolled more and more violently.
Listening to such a piece of music, he couldn't help but have a picture in his mind:
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the open land, the cool sunset dyed the sky and the earth orange. A group of thin men, dressed in clothes made of banana leaves, holding spears, painted their faces with oil paint, sang and danced, holding a sacred and ancient sacrificial song...
Song Jiumei's expression ranged from shock to disbelief, and finally to anger.
Is the woman playing in front of the piano stand really Song Wuyou
How could she play such a beautiful, earth-shattering tune
Song Jiuyue had surprise on her face, but she was jealous in her heart, especially when she saw Gu Yanhao staring at Song Wuyou intently, she really wanted to step forward, stop Song Wuyou, and tell her to stop playing.
Song Wuyou, a bitch, when did she learn to play the piano
After the song was over, Song Wuyou gently placed both hands on the piano.
She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealed the emotion in her eyes.
When she looked up again, her eyes returned to normal, arrogant and arrogant.
At this time, Gu Yanhao looked at her eyes with a bit of joy.
In Master Gu's eyes, he was full of love for her.
"Wuyou, don't you even know how to play the piano? How can you play the guzheng?" Song Jiuyue stepped forward and asked with a tense tone.
Song Wuyou got up, "Eldest sister, don't you even know how to play the harp? How can you play the piano?"
Song Jiuyue choked on Song Wuyou's words.
Song Jiuyue didn't expect her to ask herself such a question, and cursed her inwardly.
Song Wuyou walked up to her with light steps, his voice was neither soft nor loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly.
"Eldest sister, actually this piano is not a guzheng, but a harp."
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Song Jiuyue's face changed slightly, she looked at Song Wuyou in surprise, "How do you know it's a harp?"
Song Wuyou found it funny, "I know how to play, why don't I know?"
Moreover, this is a piano with a long history, it is an antique.
What Song Wuyou said made Song Jiuyue feel ashamed.
She gritted her teeth secretly, always feeling that she was slapped severely by Song Wuyou in front of everyone.
"When did you learn it?" Song Jiuyue suppressed the unhappiness in her heart, and looked at Song Wuyou with a smile on her face.
Song Wuyou walked straight in front of her, "Why should I tell you?"