Ning Mengyao stroked the only string with her hand, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. Qiao Tianchang beside her could feel that she was in a happy mood at the moment.
But he wanted to see how to play a one-string piano.
Not only Qiao Tianchang, but also the people around him couldn't help but wonder how to use this one-string piano.
Under the curious eyes of everyone, Ning Mengyao put the piano on her lap, gently stroking the strings with her hands, and a beautiful sound came out of the piano. The sound shocked everyone. There were many people present who were interested. The piano is well studied, but no one has ever been able to play such beautiful music with a single string.
At this moment, they seemed to understand why Ning Mengyao said that Wei Zixin's Qin was just a childish child.
In the face of such accomplished piano art, no one can call it outstanding.
Wei Kexin looked at the woman next to Qiao Tianchang with horrified eyes. Her face was calm and she was not disturbed by anyone. It seemed that nothing around her could arouse her thoughts. All she focused on was the piano in her hand.
Qiao Tianchang looked at Ning Mengyao infatuatedly, it turned out that she was so outstanding.
Ning Mengyao had a tranquil look on her face, her eyes slightly closed, as if she was enjoying the music.
On the high platform, Wei Zixin's face turned blue and white. Although everyone present was immersed in Ning Mengyao's music, she knew that the moment her music stopped, she would become the object of everyone's contempt.
Ning Mengyao cannot be allowed to succeed, that's right.
Thinking about that, Wei Zixin seemed to be going crazy and hit Ning Mengyao with the piano in her hand: "Go to hell."
Qiao Tianchang's eyes turned cold and he easily caught the Qin coming towards them with one hand, looking at Wei Zixin with cold eyes.
"Prime Minister Wei, I am waiting for your explanation, General." Qiao Tianchang's voice in the melodious sound of the piano was like the snow of the twelfth lunar month in winter, making people feel bitingly cold.
No one expected that Wei Zixin could not afford to lose, and that she would do such a thing even though her skills were not as good as others.
She did not receive any interference while watching Ning Mengyao, and the music was even more melodious.
"Look, there are many birds in the trees." Someone suddenly screamed.
At this time, everyone discovered that there were various birds standing on the surrounding trees. They tilted their heads and seemed to be listening to this musical feast.
Suddenly, the sound of the piano jumped, and the birds on the tree flapped their wings and flew up, dancing in the middle of the field, as if they were accompanying Lemon.
But after a while, many butterflies of various colors were added to the birds.
Xiao Qitian stared blankly at the birds and butterflies in the field, his eyes full of horror.
He had also heard that someone's music could attract birds, but he had never seen it, but now he actually saw it with his own eyes.
This scene was so beautiful that it made him feel a little unreal.
Xiao Zixuan looked at Ning Mengyao blankly, her expression a little distorted. She couldn't believe this kind of piano skill.
How could someone playing the piano attract hundreds of birds and butterflies of all kinds
However, this is not the most surprising thing. The most surprising thing is that those dancing butterflies flew to Ning Mengyao's side and circled around her. The people around her, including Qiao Tianchang, , eyes full of obsession.
Ning Mengyao was sitting on a chair in a light blue dress, with a piano on her lap and various butterflies flying around her. She was probably not much different from the so-called fairy.
Suddenly, Ning Mengyao, who was playing the piano, stopped what she was doing, raised her hand slightly, and a colorful butterfly landed lightly on her fingertips.
That scene was seen by everyone and remembered in their hearts.
For the first time, no one spoke or disturbed, they just watched.
The corner of Ning Mengyao's mouth raised slightly, and the other gently stroked the butterfly's wings: "Go back." As she spoke, she threw the butterfly in her hand.
The butterfly flew high and then gradually flew away.
The remaining butterflies also flew away one by one. After the butterflies, various birds also left, except for one lark.