But at the same time, because of the wide range of tones, the large number of strings, and the simultaneous playing by both hands, the fingering and technique of the player are extremely demanding.
The girl on the stage is obviously a leader. When the notes flow out from her fingers continuously, it seems to bring people into a battle of swords and iron horses. There is the heroic spirit of the desert smoke, the surging blood of fighting on the battlefield, and it is inspiring, as if thousands of troops are right in front of you.
She plucked the strings with her left hand, and the technique between her right fingers was dizzyingly fast.
Rubbing, sliding, pressing, and trembling, every note is amazingly precise!
At this moment, no one would doubt that the traditional musical instrument konghou would lose to the harp in Western music.
The konghou seemed to come alive in her arms!
Traveling through thousands of years, bringing back the voice of the long river of history from time.
Some people are addicted to listening to it.
Someone took out his cell phone to record the video.
The doubts from before naturally disappeared... Only surprise...
At the table to the left of the main table, Wen Ziyu could not hide his excitement. He tilted his head and said to the strong woman sitting next to him: "Aunt, this is the Qiao Nian I told you about. What do you think? Is she different from other girls?"
Wen Ruxia was one of the only two people present who knew Qiao Nian’s identity. Apart from Nie Mi, she was the only one who knew that Qiao Nian was Zhuiguang.
So when she heard Qiao Nian playing the konghou, she seemed calmer than others. But her calmness broke down when she heard her silly nephew showing off.
"What? You said she is the Qiao Nian you mentioned?" She almost let it slip and said the word "chasing the light".
Qiao Nian = Chasing Light? ! !
Wen Ziyu looked at the shining girl on the stage, feeling full of pride. Apart from anything else, he was quite proud of his own vision.
"Yes, she is the girl I told you I met at Tsinghua University. Unfortunately, I didn't get her WeChat number."
Wen Ruxia: “…” She has a QQ number.
"I didn't expect she could play the konghou. What a surprise. I thought she was just good at studying..."
The corners of Wen Ruxia's mouth twitched violently as she recalled what Wen Ziyu had said to her, that he met a girl on the Tsinghua University campus who was very pretty and had excellent academic performance. She had scored full marks in the Tsinghua University joint entrance examination. In order to prevent other schools from poaching her students, the people at Tsinghua University had deliberately delayed the release of the entrance examination list this year.
She also recalled that when she was drinking tea with Nie Mi and saw Nie Mi messaging 'Zhuiguang', she was still thinking that although Zhuiguang was pretty, her temperament did not look like a good girl who was good at studying. She was also thinking that she was not worthy of her nephew.
She was a little uneasy now. She looked up at her nephew with a complicated gaze and said, "Um... Zi Yu, let me tell you something."
"You say." Wen Ziyu didn't want to look back at this moment.
Wen Ruxia: "Why don't you find someone else to chase after him? I'm afraid you can't catch up with this one."
The light-chasing boss is so unique!
This kind of girl is not the type that a young boy like his nephew can handle. No wonder he can't get her WeChat account.
Wen Ziyu turned his head, looking confused.
"???"
"I'm giving you sincere advice. I can't help it if you don't want to listen. You can try it if you insist. What if you step on dog shit?"
Wen Ziyu's face twitched, and he said speechlessly, "It's not that exaggerated, is it? I'm still the handsome boy in the Department of Finance at Tsinghua University. I'm just chasing after a girl. If I persist, it's not impossible. You're talking as if I need to win 5 million. You look down on me a little too much."
Chasing a girl requires luck like stepping on dog shit
(End of this chapter)