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

  Smith leaned back on the chair, his eyes looked at Yan Tao for an instant, holding a pen and a notebook in his hand.

  Always be prepared to take notes.

The prelude to   , as he thought, is like a pastoral symphony, depicting a paradise.

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

  Smith is looking forward and waiting. He has a hunch that the next tune will definitely be different.

  He guessed it right.

  Change, there is it!

  The sky is falling apart!

  The mountains and rivers collapsed!

  The peach blossom eyes of the young man's slightly closed do not know when they opened. At this moment, the eyes are full of sharpness like a dagger.

  Long, white fingers pressed heavily on the piano keys, as if what she had under her was the broken mountains and falling stars!

  Smith has never heard such music before!

  Mysterious and grand!

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

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

  The young man made full use of the piano's tone, and he felt Smith's hands shaking, empathizing.

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

   Witnessing the war, killing and killing.

  The artillery fire blew in the ears, and countless bright fireworks fell and destroyed together with the stars, dissipating invisible.

  The sound of the piano is accompanied by a strong murderous aura, as if he is the one who controls the war.

  But, he lost!

   can only be an outsider, watching the smoke dissipate all over the ground, and the dazzling galaxy vanishes.

  Sorrow, despair.

  Smith burst his scalp when he heard it, and he could hardly believe it. It was just a piece of music.

  The young man at the piano withdrew his hand, his handsome face was indifferent.

  One song, it's over.

  Smith sat blankly, immersed in the music for a long time, unable to extricate himself.

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

  He heard crying.

  Smith trembling hands, how many years.

  He no longer has the heart to purely appreciate piano music.

  Whenever you hear the sound of the piano, your first reaction is, what is the technique?

  Is your playing level high?

  The excitement of hearing the piano music in his youth gradually moved away from him.

"teacher."

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

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

  The standard is ninety degrees, salute.

  Yan Tao Jun had some stunned face, avoiding Smith’s bow, "Mr. Smith, what are you doing?"

  Smith held down the boy's hand, and the blue eyes were filled with tears, "Yan, please accept my thankful gift."

grateful?

   Yan Tao frowned, no longer avoiding it.

   "For many years, I haven't listened to playing that makes me feel emotional." Smith smiled bitterly, "A performer can't purely appreciate piano music."

  What a sad thing for him.

   "Yan, you gave me a new life today." Smith said solemnly, "My piano career is reborn."

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

   Yan Tao: "Congratulations."

   Granny Jiang smiled and said, "Mr. Smith, you have to ask the old lady to see your concert in the future."

  Smith's eyes are full of excitement, and his heart knot has been solved for many years, and the whole person is also a lot easier.

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