Come to think of it, Xia Wan'er hadn't touched these elegant things for six or seven years. When she first touched them, she felt that they were a little unreal.
I tried the tone with just a few fingers and regained some familiarity.
This guitar feels great, with no problems like finger resistance or hitting the board. It's obvious that the owner pays great attention to maintenance, and the strings are just the right softness.
So what song should I play
Xia Wan'er thought about it. The script didn't mention what song Yan Mumu played. But what we know is that the background is that Liu Xixi, the granddaughter of Master Liu, has been ill since she accidentally fell into the water half a year ago. She cannot see the light of day, let alone people. She has been looking for a miracle doctor but could not find a cure, so she can only stay in her boudoir every day.
Yan Mumu and Liu Xixi were her close friends and felt very sorry for her, so they made an appointment with her to come and play the piano for her every three days and chat with her through her door to relieve her fatigue.
From the day Liu Xixi made the agreement, Yan Mumu persisted for a full ten months until the male protagonist Liu Sheng cured Liu Xixi.
Xia Wan'er thought that Yan Mumu at that time, because she was concerned about her depressed, bored and impetuous friend, the music she played would definitely not be a happy one, and certainly not one that was full of bitterness and hatred.
Xia Wan'er smiled slightly, and an interesting song came to her mind.
That was something she had used to tease the little fool Xia Lin when she was bored. When she was practicing hard every day on how to be a rich lady, the fool who still called her sister would often come to her yard, calling her sister left and right, begging her to play with him, and would not stop even when she beat and scolded him.
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Xia Wan'er's hand paused, and something cold seemed to fall on her face and sink into the strings of the zither.
She was stunned for a moment, then wiped away the crystal from the corner of her eyes without any expression.
Putting away his thoughts, he was about to start playing when Simin's voice suddenly came from the side: "Xia Wan'er, what's wrong with you? Can you touch this guqin?"
Simin's voice was so loud that it attracted almost everyone's attention.
The fans outside the venue were relatively far away, and they only knew that Xia Wan'er seemed to have done something bad, and many people immediately began to shout: "Xia Nuyao, get out of the entertainment industry!"
Ignoring those fans and stuff, Xia Wan'er glanced at Si Min. Although she didn't say anything, the coldness in her eyes had not yet faded.
With this glance, Simin was choked with the words he was about to say.
The main interfering sound disappeared, and Xia Wan'er lowered her eyes.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her, giving her a faint fluorescent glow. This person, who was already so beautiful that everyone envied her, became even more noble.
Her long eyelashes trembled like a cicada's wings, her delicate facial features were filled with a hint of worry, her slender jade fingers plucked the strings of the piano, and the fragmented sounds of the piano actually touched everyone's heartstrings.
Assistant director Gu Yue specially found a suitable angle to capture Xia Wan'er's entire body in the picture.
She seldom listened to guqin, zither, pipa and other instruments, and didn't know whether Xia Wan'er's light fingering was right or wrong. She also didn't know whether the broken and dull sound that Xia Wan'er played was the way the guqin should be played. But from a passerby's perspective, she was still somewhat amazed to see it live.
These things left by our ancestors always make people feel a little bit emotional.
But what she didn't expect was that among the 150 million views, and the hundreds of comments cursing Xia Wan'er per second, words like "expert", "master level", and "refreshing cognition" would occasionally flash by.
She was so confused that she was about to turn the page when suddenly, a rich man gave her a meteor shower worth 100,000 yuan, and he gave her ten of them.
This is the most valuable gift in the live broadcast app. The other party was so generous just to dominate the screen with one sentence: "It sounds good, don't let anyone interrupt her."
(End of this chapter)