Chapter 551 (1/1)

Joy? No, there is no joy in Qin Feng at the moment. Without the joy that I always wanted before, the joy of unlocking the piano with the highest difficulty.

There is only a sense of emptiness, a sense of loss, and a self mockery.

Because at this moment, Qin Feng realized that he could not play this song again in his life, not because his hands twitched, but because he was too tired. He never wants to play again in his life.

Moreover, in the future, I can no longer surpass myself in piano performance. In terms of performance, I have nothing to pursue.

Life is lonely like snow!

In the long applause, Qin Feng finally came back.

At this moment, his hands have regained some consciousness. For Qin Feng, the only feeling is tired.

Too tired.

Someone said that he played Rachmaninov's《