for a long time.
for a long time.
"......well."
With a dull sigh, Ren Lei lowered her eyes and said quietly, "You don't know how much Shu Ning likes and loves you... It would be great if you could be wholeheartedly devoted to her."
Gu Luo had calmed down by now. Hearing this, he replied softly, "I know. I've always known... Shu He's love for me is no less than Shu Ning's. I truly love them both and will give them my all."
Hearing what this scumbag said, Ren Lei couldn't help but kicked him hard twice, leaving her footprints all over his trouser legs.
Then he turned and walked away, but after only a few steps, he stopped and said, "Come on, Mr. Scumbag, watch how Shen Qingling bullies Shu Ning. Open your eyes and take a good look. It's Christmas and it's the weekend. I don't care about anyone else, you must take Shu Ning out on a date and make amends to her. Otherwise, I'll kick you every time I see you."
After saying that, he left immediately, completely erasing his previous good impression of Gu Luo in his heart, and labeled him a "scumbag".
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The other side.
The air in the pure music club was still filled with the afterglow of the previous argument, until Luo Shuning mentioned the "club assessment", the noise was slightly suppressed.
—— According to the club’s rules, if you want to join the pure music club, you must be able to play a musical instrument. You don’t have to be proficient in it, but you must at least be able to play a simple song completely.
The members' attention was focused on Shen Qingling again.
Shen Qingling looked indifferent as he took the violin purchased with school funds directly from Luo Shuning.
The body of the violin is dark brown, and the wood texture has a warm luster under the light. There are still faint signs of use on the neck. Two of the freshmen in this class can play the violin.
Shen Qingling held the body of the guitar with her left hand, held the bow with her right hand, and gently brushed her hair with her fingertips.
Then she leaned slightly to the side, placed the body of the guitar firmly on her left shoulder, lightly rested her chin on the body of the guitar, adjusted the position of the shoulder pad, and even her eyes brightened a few times when she raised her eyes. The movement was so smooth that it seemed like an innate instinct.
—— This is a kind of confidence that only comes when holding a musical instrument. It instantly overwhelms the provocation just now and adds a layer of focused light.
"Which song will it be?"
A girl in the back row asked in a low voice, her fingertips unconsciously scratching the edge of the piano stool.
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Qingling's bow had already landed on the strings.
When the first note sounded, the whole classroom fell silent for a moment - it was the prelude to "Night of Confession", the song composed by Gu Luo.
The bow gently brushed against the G string, and a soft melody flowed out like running water, with a hint of the chill of a winter night and an indescribable tenderness.
Shen Qingling's left hand pressed on the strings, his fingertips rubbed the string body, and his wrist gently turned when changing positions. His movements were as precise as if measuring an inch.
The power of the right hand's bow movement is controlled freely, sometimes as light as a feather brushing, and sometimes with a bit of quick tremolo, which perfectly blends the tenderness and passion of the song.
A member of the department sitting by the window unconsciously relaxed his shoulders, his eyes falling on Shen Qingling, unable to look away.
There was a member holding a flute, and his fingers even pressed lightly on the flute following the melody, and even his breathing was light, for fear of disturbing the sound of the instrument.
As the music reached its climax, Shen Qingling raised his chin slightly, and the bow slid quickly across the strings. The melody suddenly became passionate, like a stream rushing under the moonlight, with the power to break through obstacles.
The classroom was completely silent, with only the sound of the violin lingering in the air, circling around the chandelier on the ceiling, and gently falling into everyone's ears.
A first-year girl from the Gang'e Club even wanted to applaud, but after thinking it over and looking around, she forced herself to hold back.
When the last note fell, the bow gently rested on the strings, and the lingering sound lingered in the classroom for two seconds before slowly dissipating.
Shen Qingling put down the bow, gently supporting the violin with his left hand. He looked around the entire audience, his gaze finally landing on Luo Shuning. The confidence in his eyes was even stronger, and even his voice carried the clarity of a piece that had just been played:
"Minister Luo, can I join the Pure Music Club now?"
The classroom was silent and no one responded.
Even though no one was willing to accept this provocative crazy girl, no one dared to deny that she played the piano so well, so well that it made people feel frustrated.
One girl subconsciously touched her violin, remembering the passage where she always got stuck when practicing "Night of Confession". When she compared it with Shen Qingling's performance, she felt a sense of disappointment, as if "an elephant had stepped on a mouse to death".
Even Luo Shuning, who had remained calm, rubbed the edge of the table lightly with her fingertips, and a hint of imperceptible surprise flashed in her eyes - she didn't expect that Shen Qingling not only dared to say it, but also really had such strength.
Even enough to be compared with Li Yinchuan.
Of course, compared to Gu Luo, he is far behind.
The silence lasted for a few seconds before one of the members quietly sighed, "...You play pretty well."
The voice was not loud, but it was like a stone thrown into the water, gradually softening the resentment in the hearts of others - no matter how much they disliked her husband's provocation, they could not deny this real talent.
When Shen Qingling heard this, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he gently placed the violin on the violin case, his movements still calm, as if the shocking performance just now was just an ordinary thing.
His gaze was always on Luo Shuning.
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