Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

There was a beautiful girl who was facing him in his direction.

The girl's bright eyes and white teeth, fair complexion, and graceful figure dance like white swans on the dance floor. Every take-off and every turn is like a white swan that is full of elegance and nobility by the clear water lake.

She looked at him without blinking, and the admiration and girlish feelings in her eyes were intertwined into shy anxiety and excitement.

Facing such scorching gazes, Duan Yaosi's eyes were strangely calm.

Three seconds later, maybe he was bored, or maybe the other person was blocking his view, the man slowly closed his eyes.

From the beginning to the end, there was no emotional fluctuation in those blue eyes, as if the beautiful scenery I saw just now was just a dead thing.

On the stage, when Zhang Mengmeng saw the eyes closed again, all the excitement and apprehension on his face just now disappeared, and turned into an angry color. The whole dance was also delayed for a moment because of his wavering, but fortunately, he reacted quickly enough. It was connected to the next paragraph in time without making any fools on stage.

At the end of the song, there was applause from the audience, and Chu Jingran, who was reviewing the score in the background, heard a short-tempered voice not far away.

"Step aside."

He turned his head, and saw Zhang Mengmeng angrily pushing away the two who were about to play, and rushed into the locker room not far away without looking back.

A staggered girl who was pushed, with obvious anger on her face, rubbed her painful shoulder and said to Zhang Mengmeng's back: "You really think you are the school belle and goddess of Chinese opera... ..."

Ben was not finished, but was interrupted by being dragged by his companion, "Okay, okay, it's time for us to play, don't worry about it like her."

With the second announcement of the host on the stage, the two people of the second program appeared in turn.

217. Unspoken rules from the president 4

Seeing such a play, Chu Jingran smiled, retracted his eyes lightly, and focused his gaze on the music score "First Love".

First Love is not a famous song in the world, nor is it composed by any famous composer in the world. No one can even say clearly where it comes from.

But it is such a piece of music that you can't find a way to play, but it is not something you can play if you want to, because this piece of music has great changes in both the high and low tempo of the piece itself, and the required hand speed. Few people can play it. Play it in its entirety, and it has no end.

The closed ring makes many people say that first love is simply an unfinished piano piece.

Because there is no ending without music.

The first love, which is customary to compose music in the form of Canon, is fundamentally different from the fixed form.

And the biggest difference is that for first-time listeners, you never know what the next beat will be like.

Just like us who were once young, full of apprehension and expectation, sweetness and shyness, we never know what it is like to wrap the piece of chocolate that is about to be put in our mouth under the gorgeous candy paper.

"...The following is the piano solo brought to us by Ying Chufei - "First Love""

After the host announced the curtain, the staff rolled out the piano from the backstage. After Chu Jingran took a deep breath, he walked slowly onto the stage with a smile on his face.

"Wow, he's so handsome, why haven't I seen him on the school draft list?"

"Do you really believe in that ghost school beauty school list? The real beauty of Zhongxi will not be on those lists. His name is Ying Chufei, he is..."

"He's just a disgusting homosexual, you guys still say he's handsome, you're blind."

"You're an ugly, solitary bastard, what's wrong with being gay? You're talking as if my male god will throw you down without hesitation after he's gone. Don't take a piss and just do what you want. Give it to me." The male god lifts the shoe and our support team thinks it's ugly, get out, don't stand in the eyes of these hot workers."

……

Chu Jingran naturally didn't know about the episode in the audience, so he sat down in front of the black piano without saying a word.

He raised his hand to open the music score, placed it firmly on the music stand, lightly tapped the black and white keys with his ten fingers, slowly closed his eyes, and the first ray of notes fell from his white fingertips.

At the same time, Duan Yaosi, who was sitting in his seat, was already considering whether to leave the venue early. He felt that he wasted a whole day today to visit this 'vegetable market', which was simply mentally handicapped. .

That's right, it's the vegetable market.

Now in Duan Yaosi's heart, he is just shopping in the vegetable market, and every dish is desperately showing him its most perfect side, seeking the so-called opportunity to be taken away.

It's a pity that he, Duan Yaosi, can't cook, and he's not hungry, so facing these scrambling crowds, he has only one feeling—annoying! ! !

Originally, his mood has been like a snowy day in December recently, and he is even more annoying under the tireless intrusion of this wave of noise in his ears.

Just as Duan Yaosi got up,