Chapter 469 (2/2)

Is that for her? Yan Ziyuan sips her mouth slightly, and her taste is mixed.

Fortunately, her bad mood didn't last long, because Ning Xuemo had already begun to play.

After a few notes of Ding Dong, the whole hall was quiet for a moment.

Once a connoisseur reaches out, he will know if there is one. Ning Xuemo just played a short piece of music, and then he stopped the whole hall.

Ning Xuemo likes musical instruments and knows a lot of musical instruments. The best one is Guqin.

Maybe she has a special talent for Guqin. In her previous life, when she learned this, she felt as if it was God's help, as if it was her inborn skill, and then picked it up again. Every time she plays, her tutor is amazed.

After learning for a year, she not only surpassed her tutor, but also couldn't find any match for piano skills

If she doesn't become an agent, maybe she will become a famous guqin player at home and abroad in her previous life.

This time, she played ”Spring River, flower and moon night”, a famous song that people in the world have never heard.

And then by her superb piano playing skills, almost in a moment will bring people into the piano atmosphere.

With the sound of the piano, the people on the boat seemed to unfold the beautiful scenery slowly.

The moon is as big as a disk, the river is flowing, the moon is floating in the river, the wave light is as silver, and there are scattered flowers on the Bank of the river.

With the flow of the river, flowers bloom and fail in an instant. And the moon was round and missing

The moon is short, the moon is full, the flowers are blooming and the flowers are failing. Only the flowing river is unchangeable, as if time is flowing with the water, and the vicissitudes of life are felt in the West and the East respectively.

All the people held their breath for fear that a big breath would disturb such a wonderful piano sound.

Art makers are always sensitive. Their emotions are easily affected by music. Some of them have tears in their eyes at the moment, as if they are on the vast river bank, feeling the passage of time and the impermanence of life