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Edward's studio is considered luxurious, and once he enters it, he can overwhelm an art bumpkin like Zheng Mingzhong.

"Drawing board, video camera, piano, violin... what on earth do you do?" Zheng Mingzhong was puzzled.

Edward laughed and said, "It's just because of my family background, I occasionally dabble in it."

Zheng Mingzhong gave the most simple sigh: "Oh, awesome."

"But Edward's favorite is the violin." Wen Leshui looked up at the violin hanging on the wall and exclaimed, "Is this one, the most painstaking work of the most famous Italian luthier in his life? I heard that Queen Elizabeth was buried Claire, the most famous violinist at that time, used this violin to play a funeral song. God, I didn't expect to meet it here..."

Edward took it off and handed it to Wen Leshui: "Do you want to try it?"

Wen Leshui was pleasantly surprised: "Really?"

He has been learning the violin for more than ten years, and his teachers praised him for his excellence. When he first entered the entertainment circle, he made a big splash with the male violin number. He is very confident in his own level.

He chose "Blessed Lovers", which is his best track.Especially when his love with Qi Junhao was also facing difficulties, the confusion in his heart made him pour out his emotions in the music, which was even more touching. Even the professor of the Central Conservatory of Music who taught him bluntly said that he could not surpass his emotion in this song .

Sure enough, at the end of the song, he saw the undisguised appreciation in Edward's eyes.

"It's amazing." Wen Cha praised.

Wen Leshui was as proud as a swan, but lowered her fair neck to pretend to be modest: "Xiaocha, can you?"

Wen Cha said softly, looking frank and sincere: "I don't know how."

Wen Leshui felt a sense of accomplishment.

Yes, how could Wen Cha have learned the violin before?He stayed in that poor country for more than ten years, dealing with farm work every day, how could his hands touch elegant musical instruments.

Zheng Mingzhong who was on the side heard the words, but his heart suddenly became angry.

Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, a fake young master who occupies the magpie's nest actually asks the victim if he has ever learned the violin?

At any rate, he had a revolutionary feeling, and he said coolly, "Don't be shameless to those who occupy other people's seats, shut up quickly."

Before Wen Leshui reacted, he disliked swiping the moths off the wall: "I said moths, they are very annoying, blocking the wall destroys the beauty of the graffiti."

Wen Leshui couldn't answer any more, and swallowed his anger.

"However, I learned a little after I came to Wen's house. Now I know the most basic "Little Star". I even wrote some songs last time. The teacher praised me for my talent." Wen Cha said to them.

Wen Leshui sneered coldly in his heart, could he not know the level of warm tea? The violin class he signed up for has only taken a few times so far, so what can he do well?

"Is it an honor for me to hear it?" Edward's smile remained unchanged, and his narrow blue eyes seemed to be silently encouraging.

Wen Leshui also said: "Really? I have never had the chance to listen to Xiaocha's performance, so I finally have the chance to see it."

Wen Cha replied "Of course", and picked out a violin with his hands.

Zheng Mingzhong was on the alert, not because he looked down on Wencha, but because of the reality that he couldn't believe what kind of music Wencha could play.But after all, he has a solid foundation of revolutionary feelings, so he decided to praise the sawing of the wood so well that his ears bleed after a while!

Wen Cha has only learned the basics of the violin in his previous life. There is no way he can bear hardships by nature, and he doesn’t like to make calluses on his hands. As a result, the best thing he can practice is the posture when playing the violin, which is as beautiful as in the West. In the thick and colorful oil painting, the youth dancing in the court is like a boy.

Edward's eyes lingered over the young man's delicate and thin collarbone like a butterfly wing, and his sharp petal-like chin. The body of the violin was built between these two smooth lines, no matter how expensive it was, it could not match the young man himself.

stunner.

He was amazed in his heart.

Smart enough for him to tolerate his inner stupidity and ignorance.

Wen Leshui thoughtfully relieved Wen Cha: "Little Tea, if it doesn't work, it's okay..."

Just when the syllable of the last word reached the tip of the tongue, the angle of the bow that was being played suddenly changed.

From simple notes to extremely smooth melody, the young man is tall and tall, and the light always favors him, covering him with soft light and shadow, making him in the cold darkness on one side, and the soft light on the other.His fingertips became transparent because of the force, and there was a lingering tone between the strings.

Edward's eyes lit up: "It matches well with the window."

The long and mournful autumn wind blows the fallen leaves and bleak curls, and the chill and bleakness of autumn is difficult to ignore, but occasionally interspersed with the sunshine in the clear sky, giving a moment of warmth.

A very perfect introduction and prologue.

Strangely, Edward had an unexpected sense of familiarity with this piece of music, as if he had heard it somewhere before, but when the music played down, he couldn't judge the direction of the melody in advance, and his thinking was completely frozen, causing him Indescribably manic.

After the warm tea finished playing, he stood still, and stuck out his tongue playfully: "It's called "Shengmen". I just wrote the beginning, and I haven't finished it yet."

A charming smile appeared on Edward's face, and he suppressed the unbearable desire to explore: "I hope I will have the honor to hear the next arrangement."

He asked again: "Do you have any ideas now?"

Wen Cha fixed his eyes on him, his amber pupils were clear and clear, and there was a little smile on his lips: "Of course."

"Are you unwell?" he asked Edward.

Edward shrugged his shoulders and folded his arms leisurely: "I have an occupational disease, and I can't hear the unfinished songs. I don't feel very comfortable."

The warm tea slowly evoked an extremely beautiful smile, and his voice was soft, like whispers between lovers, and also like the bewitching of the devil: "Don't worry, I will let you hear it."

After all, this piece of music was composed by Edward himself in the original book.

The most important purpose of Edward coming here is to find inspiration.The success of Wen Leshui inspired him, and the failure of Wen Tea also stimulated his thoughts.

He is like a unemotional observer, aloft as a god controlling the life of the original body, continuously absorbing the nutrients of his art from the dark days when the original body rotted into mud.After the death of the original body, the music "Shengmen" he created shocked the music world. Even if it was once listed as a forbidden area because of its too dark writing style, it has since established his reputation as a god in the music world.

In this life, without the tragic experience of the original body, Wen Cha wanted to see how the artistic flower of this god of music would bloom?

Wen Leshui grabbed the violin tightly, the strings were deeply embedded in his flesh and he didn't even feel it.

Warm tea, why is it warm tea again, why does it always take away his things like a dog skin plaster.

He stepped forward, blocking the two people from looking at each other: "Edward, do you still remember me..."

In any case, he must enlist Edward's support in the photo contest.

Edward came back to his senses, took his hand and bowed down a soft kiss: "Of course, it is my honor to serve you."

Zheng Mingzhong had goosebumps all over his body. Anyway, he had seen the excitement before, so he quietly walked to Wen Cha's side, and decided to sneak away: "When are we leaving?"

Edward's phone rang just at this time. Seeing the caller ID on the screen, his eyebrows seemed to be gloomy, and he walked to the side to answer the phone: "I see, I will go to your place for treatment."

"Is Mr. Edward sick?" After he finished answering the phone, Wen Cha asked curiously.

"Yeah." Edward threw the phone back into his pocket, his face was a little more gloomy, "I came to China for medical treatment."

"Really?" Wen Cha made a clear look, and sincerely wished with black and white eyes open, "I wish you a speedy recovery."

Wen Cha can guarantee that there is no more sincere wish, or rather, a curse than his words in the world.

All of Edward's talents stem from his madness. He perceives blur, boundary, and chaos in hallucinations, and thus obtains endless sources of creation. Therefore, he is praised as a three-period genius by the painting, music, and film and television industries.

It's a pity that his family found a way to suppress the family's genetic disease, and while his health improved, the price it brought was that Edward encountered a creative bottleneck.

He exited the stage safely with Edward's restrained expression, politely found an excuse to say goodbye to Zheng Mingzhong, and stood on the curb to review the experience just now.

As an artist who also encountered setbacks, Xue Qingzhou gently tolerated his mistakes, silently bearing the pressure and licking his wounds.Edward constantly stimulates his senses by hurting others, and does whatever it takes to achieve his goal.

Alas, I suddenly miss his dear cousin a little bit.

Wen Cha took out his phone and opened the chat box with Xue Qingzhou:

[Cousin, I just met a scary foreigner, it scared me to death woo woo woo]

He copied and pasted the same conversation to Wen Rong and Qi Xiuzhu:

[Brother and uncle, I just met a scary foreigner, it scared me to death woo woo woo]

Soon, little red dots appeared in the three chat boxes:

[Xiaocha, where are you, don't be afraid, I'll come pick you up]

[Stand still, I'll drive over]

[Send me the location]

Warm tea nodded in satisfaction:

Very well, his charm has not diminished.

So now the question is, whose car should he get in for a while?