Liu Feng gently closed the piano lid, his gaze silently turning to Teacher Yin Le, as if asking, "Teacher, what do you think of my playing?"
Teacher Yin Le unconsciously raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a charming and captivating smile.
She clapped softly, her voice filled with genuine admiration: "Liu Feng, your performance was wonderful. I didn't know you could play the piano. Can you tell me why you only wanted to play for me?"
Liu Feng stopped abruptly as he was about to speak.
If Wang Juan or Yu Jingya were to ask this question, he would definitely answer without hesitation: "Beautiful music should of course be shared with those who like it!"
But when facing Teacher Yin Le, he remained silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Teacher, music is a private hobby for me. I don't want to perform in front of others because I feel that only those who truly understand me can feel the real emotions in my music."
Teacher Yin Le nodded.
A hint of understanding appeared in her eyes. "I'm glad you see me as someone who understands you. If you have any music-related questions in the future, feel free to come to me anytime."
Liu Feng smiled calmly and said, "Teacher, you may have misunderstood. The reason I played for you alone was because I had no other choice. I just wanted to show you that I can do everything, and your music tutoring is not very helpful to me."
Upon hearing this, Teacher Yin Le felt a surge of anger rising to her head.
She was a beautiful and popular teacher back in the day, and she still attracts the attention of all the male teachers in the school. How could she have ever been treated with such contempt?
And it was from one of her students!
She remained silent for a long while, trying to control her emotions. She patted her slightly trembling chest and said coldly, "Liu Feng, what do you mean? I didn't expect you to be so arrogant. You dare to say you 'know everything' about music? Don't think you're so great just because you can play the piano. How many of these instruments do you actually know?"
Liu Feng didn't want to hide his abilities, so he replied firmly, "Teacher, I know everything you know. As for what I know, you may not know it all."
Yin Le raised an eyebrow: "Liu Feng, you can play the guqin too?"
She simply couldn't believe it. It was already surprising enough that a high school had someone like Zhang Wenwen who could play the guqin, let alone Liu Feng!
Liu Feng said confidently, "Of course."
Looking at Teacher Yin Le's expression, he knew that a few words alone wouldn't be enough to convince her.
So, he walked toward the guqin in the corner of the classroom.
It was a very ordinary guqin, its body slightly mottled, with seven silk strings lying quietly across the surface, like a sleeping history waiting to be awakened.
Liu Feng sat down, gently plucked a string, and a clear, crisp sound instantly rang out.
Immediately afterwards.
The melody of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" leaped from his fingertips, the sound sometimes like a mountain breeze blowing through the forest, sometimes like a rushing river, carrying a free and unrestrained spirit.
Teacher Yin Le sat to the side, listening with her eyes closed. The piano music was passionate, free, and yet delicate.
The surprise on her face deepened. She never expected that Liu Feng could not only play the guqin, but also had superb skills and was full of chivalrous spirit.
The stirring yet unrestrained sound of the zither made her unable to resist getting up, taking a bamboo flute from the shelf, gently touching it to her lips, and playing a melodious tune.
The sound of the xiao (vertical flute) is gentle and melodious, blending into the sound of the qin (a seven-stringed zither) like flowing water. The sounds of the two instruments intertwine, as if they were made in heaven.
The duet of the qin and xiao (vertical bamboo flutes) evokes both the grandeur of war and the tenderness of harmonious music.
Every note is like a story from the martial arts world, whether it's sorrow or joy, love or hate, which the two performers bring to life.
However, in this ensemble, Liu Feng's piano skills were clearly superior.
Liu Feng's qin playing was superb, with a free and easy variation in rhythm and rich emotional layers, almost completely overshadowing Teacher Yin Le's xiao playing.
Although her playing was equally beautiful, it was more of a supporting role and could not compare with Liu Feng's piano playing.
This song seemed to unfold a magnificent panorama of the martial arts world before their eyes.
At this moment, in the multi-functional outdoor area, some students passing by were unintentionally attracted by the heavenly sound of the qin and xiao playing together, and they all stopped to watch.
Li Yu, Du Yu, and the others stood outside the door, looking at each other in shock.
They still thought the zither was played by Teacher Yin Le.
Only Liu Feng can play the xiao!
Zhang Wenwen exclaimed in disbelief, "I never imagined that Liu Fengxiao could play so beautifully, and that he could actually play in perfect harmony with Teacher Yin Le."
Li Yu chimed in, "Yes, Liu Feng can even play the flute!"
Upon hearing this, Du Yu's feelings became even more complicated.
He considered himself a skilled flute player and was waiting to see Liu Feng make a fool of himself, but to his surprise, Liu Feng played so skillfully that the technique and artistic conception contained in the flute music were beyond his reach.
A feeling of inferiority and anger welled up in his heart.
Why is it that Liu Feng can also play the flute?
Indoors.
Teacher Yin Le's mood suddenly became wonderful, and she looked at Liu Feng with a smile in her eyes.
Like a tigress that has spotted her prey...
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