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Chapter 562 I lost

The sound of the piano is flowing.

Soon, it entered the second half.

The original brisk piano sound also brought a deep sentimental feeling.

I don't know the origin of the love, but the past is deep.

Although many people don't really understand guqin, almost everyone can understand this piece of music.

This song just tells a story, but it doesn't just tell a story.

People who originally thought that this story could only be regarded as mediocre, and the performance would not be too pleasant, let alone too attractive, were completely stunned.

At this moment, they realized that what Qin Feng said before the performance was not to let others understand the piece, but because the piece was just telling a story that didn't sound very touching.

The story is not touching, but the sound of the piano is very touching.

The person who originally thought he had a high tear point could no longer hold back his tears.

"I'm going. I won't watch the live broadcast about Qin Feng again. It's too painful. I'm obviously moved. Why would Mao lose the golden beans?"

"Come on, if you return the golden beans, yours can only be regarded as muddy ideas at best."

"That's right, I cried when I cried. How can I be moved? Let me tell you, I am also moved, but I just don't cry. Oh, I'm going, who took my tissue away, oh, no, it's used up, Now it's time to use the sheets."

"My old lady has already wet the sheets from crying, but my old lady's husband thought it was my old lady who sprayed it, so fuck it."

"Girl, do you plan to change your husband? I'm suitable? But in this case, you have to change the sheets every day."

"Taiyang, upstairs, you dare to drive? I have already taken a screenshot and called the police. If I don't introduce three girls to me, I will never let you go."

"I'll go, you've had enough, how about listening to Qin Feng play the guqin? Can you please stop?"

"We are barrage, and there is no sound. If you don't open your eyes, can we affect you? It must be that you can't listen anymore."

"Upstairs on the second floor, are you wearing a lace trench coat? I saw you, crying and running towards the exit of the supermarket. Let me tell you, what is wrong with you, what you are holding is not toilet paper, but sanitary napkins. "

"My Cao, I said, why does it feel strange to the hand? It turns out to be a sanitary napkin. Forget it, it can absorb water anyway."

"Upstairs, it's okay for you to take sanitary napkins. The buddy in front of me also bought toilet paper, but he was stunned after unpacking it. Let me go. That guy took diapers. Can you imagine a big man, Holding a piece of diaper and sticking it to your face and crying loudly? It's so beautiful."

"This picture is too strong, no, I can't stand it anymore."

"Qin Feng's live broadcast, I really can't watch it. Either you laugh to death, shock you to death, or touch you to death. If I die one day, he will definitely kill him, and the murderer will be Qin Feng."

"I'm speechless because of the blame."

……

The sound of the piano fell slowly.

Qin Feng gently withdrew his hands, opened his eyes, and looked at the masked Qin Sheng opposite the live broadcast room.

"My score is late, please advise."

Hearing Qin Feng's words, the masked Qin Sheng opened his mouth, but in the end he could only shake his head slowly:
"I lost. I don't have the ability to point out whether it's performance or score. You are the master of guqin. In front of you, I can only be regarded as a primary school student."

Hearing the masked Qin Sheng's words, Qin Feng was completely stunned in the live broadcast room before he could speak.

Although they knew that Qin Feng might win, they never expected that Qin Feng would win so easily.

Listening to the music of Masked Qin Sheng, they just think it sounds good, and they seem to understand it.

As for what they understand, laymen cannot tell.

But, it just sounds good.

And after the performance of the Masked Piano Saint is over, he can also comment and express his worship.

However, when listening to Qin Feng's performance, many people simply couldn't listen to it.

The previous one was okay, after all, it was a cheerful rhythm.

Almost everyone who listens to it can recall their happy childhood, and even the friend of the opposite sex who was by their side in childhood.

However, when the performance reached the second half, many people couldn't listen to it anymore.

The first batch of people who can't listen to it are those who have a story on them.

They had similar experiences, just not as exaggerated.

Suddenly encountering the same compassion, I can't help but feel a little lost and sad.

It's not that they can't listen, but they force themselves not to listen.

The second batch of people who can't listen to it are those who have no such sad experience. Their lives are full of joy. Although they try to get in touch with this kind of sad story, after all, their sense of substitution is not strong.

However, as time goes by, when they involuntarily bring themselves into it, they can no longer listen to it.

Everyone likes sad, painful and lonely, touching stories, but when this kind of story happens to oneself, it is not so pleasant.

So, these people also struggled out of the tune.

As for the last group, they are the ones who have been listening from the beginning to the end.

Those people have either experienced the baptism of the years, and they are already the precipitation of the years and the gift of life.

There are stories on the body, compassion in the heart, and kindness in the eyes.

Or they are like masked piano saints, who are extremely good at rhythm. From the music, they can hear a different kind of heartfelt voice.

This group of people was the last to hear.

Because, only they can hear no regrets and happiness from this kind of lamentation, this kind of sadness, this kind of crying.

As long as I can accompany you with my will, then that is my happiness.

As long as you can be happy all your life, then it is my happiness.

As long as I can pay for you, even at the cost of my life, I feel happy.

Don't ask me if I will regret it, as long as it is for you, I will have no regrets.

This is the true meaning of no regrets.

No regrets is not whether it is worth it on the surface, but the persistence in the heart after years of tempering.

As we often say -

I have no regrets in this life and entered the East.

This is a perseverance that comes from the depths of the soul.

"Hey, kid, what has he been through?"

In front of the live broadcast room, Old Man Ye gently wiped away the two turbid tears from the corners of his eyes, while looking at Ye Siyu gently and said:

"Xiaoyu, go, as long as you think about it, our Ye family will support you. It has been dormant for so many years, and it is time for our Ye family to go out for a few laps."

Having said that, Old Man Ye looked at Ye Siyu and continued:

"It's just that there are too many women around Kid Qin, and they are all so good. Xiao Yu, you are under a lot of pressure."

"grandfather."

Ye Siyu's face turned red.

(End of this chapter)