For some reason, the first time Wen Xi saw the guqin, he felt a sense of closeness in his heart.
It was like...how should I put it? Like meeting a family member.
What a strange feeling.
It's the first time we meet, why do I have this feeling?
Wen Xi couldn't help but gently stroke the brown body of the guitar, and then tried to pluck the strings a few times with his fingers.
"Buzz..."
The low and pleasant sound of the piano rang out, and the lingering sound gradually subsided and soon became quiet.
Just when everyone was looking at her, Wen Xi stopped moving, closed her eyes, and remained silent for a long time.
Xue Ziqi twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a hint of sneer.
Mystifying!
No matter how much I delay, I've already lost face today. Why am I still pretending? It's really meaningless.
Xue Ziqi lifted her long skirt and walked to the main table, sitting down obediently next to Xue Pan and Mr. He, waiting to watch the show.
There was no movement after Wen Xi's audition, and the people in the audience began to whisper to each other.
"Is it working or not? Why haven't you responded for so long?"
"Exactly. My neck is sore from looking at it! If you don't know how to do it, don't waste everyone's time."
"Just shut up, didn't you hear what Mr. He said? This girl has the He family's support. Even if she really can't play, we'll still be clapping our hands and cheering like the emperor's new clothes."
Someone curled their lips and said, "Humph, if it weren't for Mr. He's sake, I wouldn't bother pretending. Was this zither dug out of the ground? It's so shabby, and it's still considered a musical instrument? I'm afraid no one would pay attention to it if it were to perform on the flyover? Even if I can play it, so what? I don't want to listen to it. It's just torture for my ears!"
Many people agreed.
Especially some socialites and rich girls, seeing how protected Xi was by the He family, they all disliked her even more.
“No class!”
"Country bumpkin."
"Hey, you women have had enough. What's wrong with the guqin? The guqin is the national treasure left by our ancestors. You have even forgotten its origin. You might as well just recognize a foreign father!" Chizhou directly confronted people.
"This thing is not as stylish as a piano." Someone muttered in dissatisfaction.
Amidst the questioning and arguing below, Wen Xi slowly opened his eyes.
Her slender fingers gently stroked the piano, and then a series of beautiful notes sounded, spreading out in all directions with her as the center.
The prelude sounds familiar.
At first, no one reacted until the main melody part came on.
"Isn't this 'Spring Overture'?!"
Some people opened their mouths wide, looking incredulous.
Everyone looked at each other in shock.
A piano has more than 800 keys, but only a few strings. How can you play them?
Wen Xi ignored the exclamations from below and focused on playing the piano with her head down.
Due to the needs of teaching and performing, Mu Fu has adapted many world-famous music for playing on the guqin, and this famous "Spring Overture" is naturally among the adapted ones.
Wen Xi had just closed his eyes and was concentrating on recalling the music score.
The adapted score is more suitable for the nature of the guqin. The melody is leisurely and graceful like a spring breeze, making people feel as if they are in the vibrant spring, comfortable and cozy, with the sky high and the earth vast.
Her slender fingers moved back and forth on the strings with skillful technique, as beautiful as dancing on them. Everyone was stunned, as if they were under a spell.
When the song ended, Wen Xi raised her hands neatly, her clear eyes swept over the people below, and she smiled slightly and said, "Warm-up is over, now it's officially starting."
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