Chapter 89 (1/2)
Liu Muhan sniffed the speech and snorted, and the color of worry in his eyes was even worse.
Seeing all the people's eyes converged on him, Yang Ling faintly laughed, stood up and walked slowly towards the stage.
On the stage, zhangjiahua sneered: ”you really have the courage to come up.”
Yang Ling took the violin from his hand and said faintly: ”there are always some people who think they are right, but in my opinion, your so-called self-confidence is simply vulnerable.”
”Hum!”
Passing by, zhangjiahua sneered in his ear: ”this game is just the beginning, I will find you to settle accounts slowly.”
With a cold hum, he walked off the stage directly.
In Yang Ling's opinion, zhangjiahua is no different from the people he met before, but just a group of clowns.
He sat down quietly and glanced at the people below him. Then, without waiting for Huang to start, he casually tried his hand, stroking the string and slowly pulling it with his right hand.
”Ding, the instrument is proficient, and the skill is launched.”
As the voice of the system fell, beautiful notes burst out from his fingertips.
”Hiss!”
As soon as the sound of the piano rings, Mr. Huang draws the air conditioner directly!
”Is this just the right dance?”
But he played so spiritually!
Not only Huang Lao, the music master, but also the melon eaters who knew nothing about violin were staring at each other!
”This He can really play the violin
”Wow, that's very nice, isn't it?”
The crowd was surprised at first, but with the continuous flow of notes, the shock on their faces began to dissipate, replaced by a look of intoxication.
The notes of Yang Ling's fingertips are sometimes as clear as the spirit of empty mountains and rain; sometimes they are as passionate as the sun; sometimes they are as lonely as boating on a moonlit night, which makes them sink into one beautiful world after another with the change of notes.
No matter men and women, at the moment are tightly closed eyes, as if in an illusion, addicted and unable to extricate themselves.