The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

Smith sat back on the chair, his eyes looking at Yan Tao for a moment, holding a pen and notebook in his hand.

Always be prepared to take notes.

The prelude, just as he imagined, is like a pastoral symphony, describing a paradise.

However, there is still no connection with the title of the song.

Smith was looking forward to it, waiting. He had a hunch that the next tune would definitely be different.

He guessed correctly.

There is a change!

The sky is falling apart!

Mountains and rivers collapsed!

The young man's slightly closed peach blossom eyes didn't know when they opened. At this moment, his eyes were as sharp as daggers.

Her slender white fingers pressed heavily on the keys, as if what she was holding were the shattered mountains and rivers and the falling stars!

Smith had never heard music like this!

Mysterious and grand!

It should not belong to this era, it should belong to the bright future, the brilliant galaxy!

The music is getting faster and faster, and the rhythm changes several times.

The young man made full use of the piano's tone, which made Smith's hands tremble and he felt the same.

He seemed to be standing in the universe, standing outside a galaxy.

Witnessing war and killing.

Artillery fire exploded in the ears, and countless bright fireworks fell and destroyed together with the stars, dissipating into nothingness.

The sound of the piano was accompanied by a strong murderous aura, as if he was the one controlling the war.

However, he lost!

I can only be an outsider and watch the smoke clear from the ground and the bright stars turn into nothing.

Grieving, distraught.

Smith's scalp exploded when he heard it, and he could hardly believe that this was just a piano piece.

The young man at the piano took back his hand, his handsome face showing a trace of indifference.

One song, the end.

Smith sat blankly, immersed in the music for a long time and couldn't extricate himself.

Until he felt the coldness on his face, he reached out and touched the cold tears.

He cried.

Smith's hands trembled, for how many years.

He no longer had the heart to purely appreciate music.

Whenever I hear the sound of the piano, my first reaction is, what is the technique?

Is your playing level high?

The excitement he felt when he heard the music when he was young gradually left him.

"teacher."

Smith did not accept the handkerchief handed over by the student. He stood up, with some emotion still remaining on his old face.

The old man stood in front of the piano and glanced at the young man silently. However, he bowed down without any warning.

Standard ninety degrees, salute.

Yan Taojun's face showed some confusion and he avoided Smith's bow, "Mr. Smith, what are you doing?"

Smith held the boy's hand, his blue eyes filled with tears at some point, "Yan, please accept my gift of thanks."

grateful?

Yan Tao frowned and stopped avoiding it.

"It has been many years since I heard a piece of music that made me feel emotionally involved." Smith smiled bitterly. "A performer cannot purely appreciate piano music."

What a sad thing for him.

"Yan, you gave me a new life today," Smith said seriously, "a rebirth in my piano career."

"You Chinese people often say that the phoenix rises from the dead and rises from the dead. Probably, this can be used to describe me at this moment."

Yan Tao: "Congratulations."

Granny Jiang smiled and said, "Mr. Smith, I have to ask my wife to watch your concerts in the future."

Smith's eyes were full of excitement. The knot in his heart that had been tied up for many years was resolved, and he felt much more relaxed.

"That's absolutely!" Smith said, "When I'm ready, you will be the first to be invited."