Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

In the end, Ye Kong was really dragged by Lin Xinzhou to spend the whole day in the concert hall.

I don't know where she got so much energy, she practiced all the songs she had written and not written.

When a band member was too tired to do the job, she would go on stage to fill in the vacancy.

She seemed to be good at all kinds of musical instruments and had superb skills. Sometimes when she was playing, she would suddenly get inspiration and stop, just sit on the ground with the music score and start drawing notes.

And every time this happens, everyone in the band can get some formal rest time.

During this time, Ye Kong sat in the audience, propped up his chin and watched Lin Xinzhou lying on the stage writing music. He casually asked the violinist next to him: "Is she always like this?"

"What?" The freckled mixed-race boy glanced at Lin Xinzhou and said with a smile, "You mean this crazy look?"

"Yeah, at least it's been like this since I've known her."

"She usually looks quite normal, but when it comes to music, she changes completely."

Several other musicians came over and started chattering at her.

"She begged several of us to join the band."

"She wanted to form a super large orchestra before, and she wanted 15 violinists alone. My God, she was openly competing with the school orchestra for people, and she was almost rejected forever by the Dean of the Music Department."

"She had very high requirements for the musicians. She had thought of a way to test them for a month before. However, because she was too abnormal, she drove several musicians away on the spot. Later, they all knelt down and came back to her."

"..."

"..."

There are all kinds of complaints, but what finally converges into is an overly hot personality.

Ye Kong supported his chin, looked at the silhouette who was working hard on the music score, and fell into a long silence.

"...But," after the complaints about the band leader came to an end, someone sighed to her, "Your musical talent is too amazing. No wonder Xinzhou is so obsessed with you."

"When God created us, he must have accidentally given you too much talent," said another girl. "It's really unfair. I have been practicing day and night for many years to reach my current level."

"..." Ye Kong was still looking at Lin Xinzhou.

After a moment, she fixed her gaze on him and said in a calm tone, "Really? But I really want to experience the feeling of not having enough talent and having to work hard to achieve something."

Lin Xinzhou's profile was reflected in her pupils.

Her face was slightly flushed, and she was sometimes writing furiously, sometimes thinking hard, or humming a few lines with her eyes closed. Occasionally, an expression of ecstasy mixed with ecstasy and pride appeared on her face.

——It's simply like being crazy.

Although such an excited face was reflected in his pupils, Ye Kong's expression was calm and indifferent.

"I really want to feel it." She said calmly, "What kind of feeling is that?"

The people around him fell into awkward silence.

Freckles said to her in a cryptic way: "You deserve a beating for talking like that."

"We'll beat you up even if this is our first meeting!"

Another girl said.

Ye Kong smiled, looked away and said no more.

·

until 4 p.m.

Finally it’s time for the last practice.

This was the first song played when we came here today.

After a whole day of cooperation, Ye Kong and other members of the orchestra had developed some tacit understanding.

This time the ensemble was even more seamless.

Everyone was mesmerized by the performance, and Lin Xinzhou on the podium had his eyes half closed, his cheeks flushed with engrossed passion.

The last section.

Ye Kong pressed the final accent with his fingers, and there was a long pause. The other instruments also faded away one by one in the lingering sound.

Just like the wind will stop and the rain will stop.

Lin Xinzhou opened his eyes, still unsatisfied, with a struggle of "wanting to do it again" written on his face.

Some musicians cheered in celebration and several people high-fived.

But Ye Kong didn't move.

She was still sitting on the piano stool, her finger pressing the last key, and her whole body looked like a frozen silhouette.

Freckles walked forward strangely and wanted to ask her to high-five.

But after taking two steps, he suddenly saw Lin Xinzhou's eyes suddenly widen and he made a hasty gesture to drive him away.

So Freckles stopped, and before he could ask any questions, Ye Kong suddenly raised his hand - but he was not trying to stand up.

There was still no expression on her face.

But his fingers pressed down smoothly.

It was still the same song, without any other instruments added. Just the piano, the wind and rain on the sea immediately seemed a little thinner.

But this is only the first section.

When the second bar begins, the melody suddenly changes.

Her fingers no longer followed the path they were meant to follow.

And if the music written by Lin Xinzhou is about the raging waves and wind and rain on the endless sea, it is about the big ship shuttling between life and death.

At this moment, the melody composed of the notes under Ye Kong's fingers is the sea breeze on the desolate polar land.

Glaciers loomed in the distance, and white mist surged like frost on the rarely visited shore.

It was like a heavy rain at the end of the world, with no ships, no humans, and even no animals.

Only time flows in vain.

At the end of the first paragraph, Freckles touched his face in a daze, and got some wet tears on it.

But Ye Kong didn't end there.

The melody entered its climax.

The camera seemed to have come from the sea to an isolated island covered in white fog and frost. There were houses on the island, and the lights were flickering in the dark night.

The rain was still falling, and it was getting heavier, but there was no one on the road, so it only wet the street lights that were flickering due to a malfunction.

——The tempo of the music became faster and faster, and the girl’s fingers kept jumping on the black and white keys, so fast that afterimages could be seen.

The music did not become more passionate because of this, but instead expressed a more extreme and even angry loneliness.

-

Music is truly a magical thing.

Images and emotions can all be created out of thin air with the help of melody.

Therefore, the greatest performers or composers must be creators of images and emotions.

Just like at this moment, in the huge concert hall, everyone seemed to be drenched in a lonely and angry rain on a deserted island.

Until the last note disappears into the air.

Ye Kong lowered her head and raised her hand. Her fingertips were still trembling in the air, like the flapping wings of a transparent butterfly.

Lin Xinzhou stared at her silhouette with his eyes fixed, his chest rising and falling sharply several times, and he suddenly raised his hand——

Pah! Pah!

Loud and exciting applause suddenly broke out.

Lin Xinzhou was stunned - this was not the sound of her clapping.

She turned her head towards the sound and saw several shadowy figures vaguely visible in the darkness on the terrace arched out from the wall.

Then someone leaned over the railing, revealing a head of neatly groomed blond hair: "￥%%@@%￥￥*&!!!!"

Lin Xinzhou showed a puzzled expression: "What bird language is he speaking?"

"It's French." Freckles came over and said, "She plays it well in Kuayekong. She said she wanted to make friends with her."

Ye Kong then turned his head and glanced at the terrace.

Behind the blond and blue-eyed middle-aged man, a familiar figure walked out.

The man smiled at her.

Ye Kong narrowed his eyes.