Where is my piano?

What about my big piano?

Was my equipment given to Mao?

It wasn't until the furious Huai poetry picked up the bracelet and carefully observed that the vague outline of the cello was peeped from the amber adorned on that bracelet.

Surprise is this?

We made your cello into a specimen and put it in amber. Wasn't it a surprise, a surprise, a joy?

With such a trace of trust in the association, Huai Shi followed the instructions on the back of the note to buckle the bracelet-with a click, Yan Si fits on Huai Shi's arm.

It is formed by twisting four or five millimeters of iron rings, which at first glance looks like a watch.

The square on the back of the hand is inlaid with a square amber, and the logo of the Hell United Music Association is imprinted on the front, but after the alchemy transformation, the hardness is amazing. I am afraid that the front will not shatter when it is bombarded by bullets.

If Huaishi has confidence in his skills, he can even use this thing as a super-small shield.

Although it is easy to see how to play, it is easy to play the whole village.

The position of Amber can be flipped, and after turning over, the delicate outline of the violin is revealed.

The note says to inject the source.

So Huai poetry was injected into the source.

Then he was almost blinded by the suddenly popped bow.

Huai Shi subconsciously took a tactical back posture, and then saw a huge violin flying out of it, catching it in a hurry.

Not sinking, it is better to say ... unexpected lightness.

For a time Huaishi didn't stop the car, almost fell to the sky.

When he stood firm and looked carefully, he found that the temperature of the cello seemed to be exactly the same as his body temperature-more importantly, his body touch spread with the moment when the four fingers of Huai Shi rested on the piano board. Out.

He felt the deep rhythm of the cello breathing.

Soon he reacted, it was his own breath, his source and his perception rushed over the body of the cello, his heartbeat echoed in the resonance cavity of the cello.

It is still a familiar shape and a touch that has not been changed too much, but it seems that the inside has been reborn and has become completely different.

When Huai Shi pulled the string gently and the first note flowed out, it seemed that a slender aftertone flew in the air, echoing in his body.

"Do you want to try it?"

I do n’t know when the old man at the door smiled and presented a score: "The concert hall is ready to use."

"Huh? Isn't this asking for money?"

After Huai Shi took over the music score, he felt that the ancient source contained therein was undoubtedly the precious movement collected by the Association. Huai Shi had seen the exchange price list, and each one was expensive enough to cry.

But each has a huge attraction, making him bite his teeth, wandering between krypton gold and saving money.

"This is the next collection, not in the association's collection." The manager asked with a smile: "If you don't mind multiple listeners, can you let me accept your playing skills?"

"Isn't it meaningful to play such a thing because there is an audience?"

Huai Shi also laughed.

"So, it's rude."

The manager nodded and snapped his fingers.

In a flash, Huai Shi's eyes were already sitting on the stage.

The old manager put on his dress and sat dignifiedly in the front seat, looking forward to it, looking forward to the performance.

"Please start, Mr. Huai Shi."

Then, there was a beam of light hitting Huai Shi's head, illuminating the place where he was, as well as the automatic music sheet without wind on the shelf.

——Edgar "cello concerto in E minor"

"It always feels difficult."

Huai Shi took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and stared at the movement on the score that seemed to come to life.

Subconsciously, the finger moved.

A low and sad sound of the piano burst out of the fingertips.

I haven't even read the scores carefully. It's almost like sight reading. At the first moment when my eyes saw it, my fingers reacted.

Huai Shi himself has not responded.

Because he has focused on forgetting himself.

It seems that the body is empty in an instant, discarding any miscellaneous thoughts. In this state like meditation, the body moves instinctively and smoothly plays the first movement in the surge of the source.

Immediately afterwards, countless phantom violinists slowly emerged from behind him, bowing their heads and offering an unmatched accompaniment to this performance.

Follow the melody of Huai Shi.

Their remnant spirits are guided by the notes of the cello, just like the flowing water into this gradually tragic sad movement.

"It's so beautiful ..."

Subconsciously, the manager leaned forward, trying to get closer.

Both eyes shone brightly.

As if burning flames, intoxicated in this melody.

Yes, that's it ... that's right ...

The old man grabbed the armrest excitedly, but he tried to restrain himself, and restrained himself from crushing the armrest.

Isn't such a melody, such a performance, exactly what I have been longing for?

Was n’t it because he was intoxicated by the beauty of art that was almost from hell, did he serve the association in order to be able to hear such outstanding performances from time to time?

So sad, but so wonderful.

Such a melody ... no matter how many times you listen, you ca n’t hear enough!

Now, the deep and mournful sound of the piano came to him from the stage, like a parting hug, with sweet sadness, holding his hands tightly.

Yu Yin spread from the bone marrow.

The sound of the piano began to rise rapidly since the roundabout. After a short pause, the deep horn and clarinet sound burst out from the sad aftertones.

As a result, the violent cello sound revived and turned into a tide, engulfing the entire concert hall.

The majestic and solemn performance begins!

In the rushing melody, Huai Shi bowed his head, holding the bow of his hand, and controlled the mighty torrent.

In the pure performance, the source of the soul burst out, and the collision resonated in the resonance cavity of the piano body, and finally a subtle qualitative change was formed.

It was a combination of countless tangled vitality in his blood and ashes in his source.

With the melody, the sacred mark of the mountain ghost is in a high melody.

Innumerable abyssal vitality is constantly transformed in this sad cello music, as if it can be transformed at will, from flowers and plants to trees, and from trees to vines, and from beginning to end, the abyssal vitality seems to be recreated Over again.

Regardless of each other's quantity or shape, there has been a faint change.

They are accurately balanced in the movement, and they are harmoniously combined in one place, forming a complete abyss plant ecosystem.

Vigorous growth.

The sacred mark of the mountain ghost is continuously extracting the ash from the poems of Huai Shi, drawing nutrition from the darkness and death of the ghost, and the power of life is sprouting.

After the cold winter passed, flowers bloomed on the spring field.

Never before have I experienced such a harmonious feeling, Huai Shi seems to have returned to the advanced stage again, transformed into countless plants, uprooted among the soil and rocks, and sprouted.

Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold eyes overlook all the sad changes in the world.

Gaze quietly in the dry Rong.

Until time went by, he awakened from his dream and immersed in the aftertone.

Take a long breath.

For a long time, for a long time, crisp applause came from the audience.

"Thank you for your performance, Mr. Huai Shi."

The manager slowly rose and bowed to the players on the stage to pay tribute: "A wonderful performance is worth a visit."

"Take this as a reward for your warm hospitality these past few days." Huai Shiji nodded stubbornly. "It should be said that I am grateful to thank you."

It seems that after a fierce battle, exhausted, the source is empty.

But the spirit was unexpectedly full.

Radiant.

After playing it for a long time, his **** was not rusty. On top of the cello that has now transformed, he is so proficient that his technique is advancing by leaps and bounds.

I don't know if it was the long period of precipitation that entered the explosion period, or whether the feelings from this period of time made him grasp the charm of this chapter of the score, and the performance was more amazing than he thought.

And the feedback brought is even more terrible.

[Cello playing LV15]

【Swordsmanship · Performance Method LV13】

This wave of experience is too fat. For a long time, the skills of cello playing without movement have been directly improved by more than half of the level and placed in the current situation. Huai Shi is estimated to be able to win the prize.

Even with the swordsmanship and playing method, it took the advantage, and the breakthrough of the rise of the ship to the first and a half, it is not the same as today.

In addition to his own feelings, I am afraid that the effect of this movement is more.

An etude?

The manuscript personally written by the passing musicians, which engraves the source of the condensed imprint of the transformation from the exquisite art, has formed the effect of almost border relics.

Huaishi carefully held the movement that had begun to turn yellow and curled up, and handed it back.

This time the bargain is too much.

The use of music movements is limited in number. After being eaten by Huai Shi, I am afraid that the effect will be greatly reduced and it will not be used a few times.

The manager didn't pick it up, but just smiled: "A piece of music collected by accident is not very useful for the next, after all ... the next is just the audience, it can only play a role in the hands of those who really love it , Isn't it? "

He said, "If you don't want to go, please go to lightnovelpub.net ~ and play for me a few times next time."

"Thank you for your kindness."

Huai Shi no longer refused, and gratefully collected the movement.

"You seem to have several visitors." The administrator looked back at the direction of the door. "The next time, it's inconvenient to disturb. Let's retreat."

His figure slowly dissipated.

Suddenly, Huai Shi returned to the lounge again.

There was a knock on the door.

"I haven't disturbed your performance?"

Ai Qing outside the door looked at his calm look: "Is there any new insight?"

"It's just a little improvement."

Huai Shi wanted to support his body, but his hands were soft, and then he felt his weakness and fatigue.

It was not just Ai Qing, but also other guests who had come here together.

When Huai Shi saw the horse face sublimator leaning against the wall, he suddenly felt suddenly: "Ah, you are not the one ... the one ... the one who counts!"

"... Call me TONY, thank you."

Just like the village head hairdresser, he flicked the soft horse's face. This long-lost cast iron army cadre took care of Huai Shi: "I came here mainly as a tool person, please don't care."

"Everyone is a tool person." Huai Shi nodded in sympathy: "Everyone is a tool person. Be sure to get along well later."

Ai Qing glanced at both of them after they greeted each other: "Xu Old is over? It seems that I don't need to introduce it again. I will give you the opportunity to exchange experiences later ... A few other helpers who came here specially. "

She gave way to reveal the guests in the corridor.

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