Before, Feng Hengzhi did have a precious piano that had been kept in the warehouse and had never been taken out.
The original text only briefly describes the piano.
However, judging from the appearance, the one in front of me should be Feng Heng’s treasure.
The slight breathing sound beside her ear fell into Sang Luan's ears, and the breath exhaled by the person behind her sprayed on her earlobe.
Sang Luan subconsciously reached out and rubbed her earlobe.
I wanted to struggle to get up.
The next moment, Feng Hengzhi's voice came again, "Don't move. You should be calm when playing the piano."
"Follow my position." Feng Hengzhi's hand landed on a certain string. "Playing the zither requires more than just the skill of the person holding the zither. You also need to infuse some emotion into it. Only then will the zither you play be extremely moving."
Sang Luan's hand fell along his position, and just as she was about to take action, the whole big hand directly covered Sang Luan's hands.
"The position is wrong, the technique is wrong, this is right, continue." Feng Hengzhi opened his lips slightly, but there was no emotion in his voice.
Sang Luan tried to play the piano in the order that Feng Hengzhi had played it, and suddenly her eyes lit up.
The piano sound really became much better.
As soon as Feng Hengzhi's hand moved away, Sang Luan's hand fell down.
As the piano plays back and forth, the sound produced has a unique charm.
After Sang Luan gradually got into the groove, Feng Hengzhi slowly straightened up.
With one hand behind his back, he looked at Sang Luan.
At this moment, the sunlight was shining on Sang Luan's left side, while the right side of her body was hidden in the shadows.
As his fingers moved, a unique aura emanated from him from the inside out.
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