Chapter 287

Meng Fei took a deep breath and looked nervously at the waste.

I saw my wasted eyes narrowing and smiling at her.

The confidence in my heart suddenly became enough.

In particular, vanity seemed to respond to her. She pulled out the string gently and made a sound of Ding, which made her heart jump suddenly.

Unexpectedly, in an instant, even the tension and anxiety are much lighter.

She finally lightened her head, looked ahead, four tutors turned their backs to him, and there were countless audiences.

The psychedelic lights showed the stage with a bit of magical atmosphere, but all this changed away with the gently pulled strings.

The mind seems to have become quiet at this moment.

And under the stage, because of the sound just now, the strings that dazzled people's hearts were gently pulled out, and it was quiet for a time.

In the quietest place, a flick suddenly sounded.

Like a long sigh, like the pathetic language of heaven and earth, it seems that a very textured picture appears in an instant.

That majestic mountain, that rolling river, a figure, standing against the fence, with a touch of anxiety for the country and the people in his eyes, overlooking the front, it seems clear and vague.

"Zheng..."

Just as this figure was about to dissipate, the sound of the piano rose again, very slowly, but very pathetic. It seemed that the heaven and earth were moved by it, and the sun and moon were also changed.

In the hall, everyone's attention was directly attracted.

Because even those who don't understand music at all can hear the unspeakable pathetic sigh in the piano sound at the moment.

The four mentors, who have been immersed in music for a long time, can no longer accommodate other sounds in their ears when they hear the first sound of the piano.

When the clank began, it directly pricked up its ears and listened carefully.

With the sound of the piano, suddenly a strong male voice, with a tragic grandeur, rang directly.

The voice seemed a little uneasy, shy and nervous, and did not completely let go, which made the four tutors frown slightly.

Wasted nature also felt it. He sighed in his heart. He didn't rehearse. He really couldn't do it!

However, he has a magic piano in his hand, and his piano skill is already at the level of a master, so he knows Meng Fei's situation like the back of his hand.

At that moment, the strings were ringing, but suddenly a tremor came into Meng Fei's ears with the fingertips moving forward.

The sound of the piano, like a magic sound, directly shocked Meng Fei's spirit. Unexpectedly, he forgot his own existence. It seemed that he had been incarnated as Lord Yue standing on the railing.

Looking at the great mountains and rivers in her eyes and the family and country in her chest, her ambition was difficult to pay. An unspeakable sadness and anger directly filled her heart with an unspeakable sense of depression.

This feeling made her feel uncomfortable.

And singing undoubtedly became the only way to catharsis, so she immediately integrated into this realm.

The four tutors listened to her singing and the sound of the piano, and just frowned, they immediately stretched out.

Surprisingly, if the four mentors had a tacit understanding, none of them spoke, let alone the usual banter. They all narrowed their eyes and listened carefully to the piano sound and singing like the sound of nature.

I just feel that the piano sound and singing are intertwined and intertwined, such as spinning and cocooning.

More like full of feelings, in full bloom in the sky.

As if his chest was full of worries about the country, but he couldn't make progress.

In this way, the combination of singing and piano sound is complementary. There is no disharmony or roundness, which makes people feel in their heart.

This cooperation is really seamless.

But at this moment, no one paid attention to these, because in front of them, pictures flashed slowly.

The figure standing against the railing is also more and more towering. You can see it clearly only when you look up.

Crazy, not only the audience, but also the four tutors.

The music finally disappeared faintly, just like a low sigh.

Silence, a kind of unspeakable silence, makes the whole hall still indulge in the aftertaste of the piano sound of the song just now.

However, wasted time was not intoxicated. His playing just now inadvertently stimulated the psychedelic effect of magic piano and mystery, so everyone was infatuated.

Looking at a group of obsessed people, his eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and his eyes were incredibly staring at the four tutors.

Depressed muttered: "how is this possible?"

None of the four mentors turned around, even though the singing had ended for a while, they still didn't turn around. What's the situation with the mud horse?

In fact, not only was he shocked, but also the audience who responded on the stage were shocked.

Looking at the four tutors, I still bow my head and meditate.

One of the female tutors, a famous female singer for many years, is now in tears.

For that song, for that great and pathetic figure.

"What's the situation?" Finally, the audience couldn't help shouting.

The sad mood on his face had not faded, and his voice at the moment had a hint of hoarseness.

His words woke everyone else up, but they looked at the stage and the four mentors together.

Until I saw that none of the four mentors turned around, I was angry: "it's unscientific! Such a good song, how can no one turn around? "

"Yes, there must be something inside!"

The noise of the audience sounded disorderly, and finally brought the four tutors out of that tragic and inexplicable emotion. They were surprised together. They almost subconsciously photographed the buttons in front of them, but it was useless.

The backstage staff finally reacted and quickly adjusted the switch to turn the four chairs together.

On the stage, Meng Fei was already in tears.

Among them, man Jianghong was tragically moved, and he was sad that he didn't lead a mentor to turn around.

Tears, rustling and falling, made the audience hiss loudly for a moment: "it's not fair. How can such a good song and such a good voice not be photographed and turned!"

"There's a black curtain, there's a black curtain!"

"Mud horse, if you don't turn around, I'll refund the ticket!"

"Refund!"

His voice was so loud that he wanted to tear down the roof of the synagogue.

The four tutors finally understood.

But one by one, they stood up directly from the chair: "this, this..."

He was speechless.

Not only him, but also the other three mentors.

On his face, there is a bitter smile.

Only they themselves know that it's not that they don't shoot just now, but that the singing and piano sound is really moving. They are drunk. They are still intoxicated at the end of a song. They simply forget to shoot it.

But now, how should it end?

Moreover, such a good sound, good piano sound, if you don't take it under your command, how much loss will it be?

But if you are under your command, can you really teach?

The piano sound is so high that it is obviously much higher than itself. It is not a grade at all!

So embarrassment, in the rapid spread