"No, I want to dedicate a song to the love story of the two main characters in this story."

"The song is called... 'The Butterfly Lovers'."

Wang Yueheng's tone remained calm and composed.

It's like saying, "The weather is nice today."

"??? A violin piece he wrote himself? 'The Butterfly Lovers'?"

"Holy crap? Original work? Wang Yueheng can really play the violin??"

"I suddenly have a bad feeling about Dahua..."

"No way! No way! Wang Yueheng is going to compose music specifically for the male and female protagonists of 'Puppet Show'?!"

Upon hearing Wang Yueheng's unexpected reply, the viewers in the live stream who had expected him to make an excuse to avoid the conversation were dumbfounded.

Everyone knows that Wang Yueheng is skilled at guitar and piano.

But no one expected that he could actually compose original music live on the violin!

Before everyone could process this information...

Wang Yueheng had already set up the zither naturally.

His posture was textbook perfect.

Relax your shoulders and gently rest your chin on the chin rest.

The fingers of the left hand are lightly pressed on the fingerboard.

The right hand holds a bow.

Her entire demeanor changed in an instant.

An invisible tension spread out.

Liu Huaxian's smug smile froze instantly.

Wang Yueheng's current posture...

But it doesn't seem like someone who's "unskilled" or "amateur" at all!

"Heng-ge's starting stance... isn't that a bit too professional?!"

"The smile gradually fades.jpg"

"His aura has changed! Wang Yueheng is getting serious!"...

The viewers in the live stream were initially praising Liu Huaxian's violin skills.

After noticing Wang Yueheng's professional posture, they all perked up immediately.

In the live broadcast, Wang Yueheng was seen standing in an open space outside the house.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, as if recalling something.

When I opened my eyes again.

His eyes suddenly became as deep as an ancient well.

The bow fell.

The first note flowed out.

It's not the kind of flashy, technically impressive opening act that Liu Huaxian has.

Rather, it is.

A melody that is ethereal and melodious, with a touch of melancholy.

It was as if a dewy autumn breeze was blowing through a quiet valley.

It also resembles a pair of butterfly wings, trembling slightly in the morning light.

The sound of the zither is pure.

It strikes right at the heart.

It instantly grabbed everyone's attention.

"!!!"

"Holy crap? This tone!"

"I got goosebumps!"

Just a few sections.

Time seemed to stand still in the entire Mushroom House courtyard.

Zhao Ying covered her mouth, her eyes wide with pure amazement and disbelief.

Mo Zixue lowered her arms at some point and leaned forward slightly.

His gaze was fixed intently on Wang Yueheng.

That expression seemed to recall the first time he met Wang Yueheng in person.

This unexpected turn of events brought him great surprise.

Liu Huaxian was completely dumbfounded at this moment.

His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were fixed on Wang Yueheng's fingers dancing across the strings.

That finger technique.

The subtle variations in vibrato.

That precise control over pitch and emotion...

This is what you call "haven't touched it in a long time"? This is what you call "out of practice"?

fraud!

You big liar!

He felt like his performance just now was a joke!

"Dahua's expression is so funny!"

Liu Huaxian: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

"Wang Yueheng's basic routine, don't use 6."

"You call this 'knowing a little'?"

"That's right, Heng-ge said it, just a tiny bit!"

"If this is called being unskilled or not being good at it, then what was Dahua's performance just now? Kindergarten level?"...

After a brief silence, the live stream chat exploded again.

Countless faces were filled with surprise and shock at Wang Yueheng's sudden burst of violin skill.

The melodious violin music continued to play in the courtyard.

The melody began to linger and become poignant.

It's like telling an ancient and poignant love story.

Is it the joy of Shanbo and Yingtai studying together as classmates?

Is it a hint of reluctance and reluctance during the eighteen farewell ceremonies?

Is it the heart-wrenching pain of meeting on the pavilion?

Every single note.

They all seemed to have a life of their own.

It is told through Wang Yueheng's fingertips.

The emotions develop in layers.

Sometimes sweet.

Sometimes melancholy.

Sometimes it sounded like she was weeping and lamenting.

The music seemed to possess a magical power, piercing through the air.

It also penetrated the screen.

Beside the stove.