The smile on He Jiong's face had long since vanished.
Instead, it evokes a sense of immersion and emotion.
He forgot to stir the green beans in the pot and just stood there quietly.
His eyes were vacant.
It was as if the music had transported me to another time and space.
Huang Lei's statement was even more exaggerated.
He stood frozen by the stove, still holding the spatula in his hand.
His expression shifted from initial surprise to later seriousness.
And now...
A complex emotion that is difficult to describe.
The wrinkles at the corners of my eyes seem to have deepened.
He seemed to see the tragic and poignant beauty of butterflies transforming into two.
The sound of the zither...
That's quite a story!
This young man...he's hiding his true abilities!
"..."
"The way Teacher Huang and Teacher He listened so intently was so real!"
"This episode is phenomenal! Absolutely phenomenal!"
"Where are the comments? Did they all get swallowed up by the piano music?"
"It's not that I don't want to play, it's that I can't bear to interrupt this divine music!"
"This music is poisonous! It made me cry!"
"Wang Yueheng! How many more surprises do you have that I don't know about?!"...
The chat messages in the live stream.
A few seconds after Wang Yueheng began playing.
It experienced a brief, explosive surge in online activity.
Then, miraculously, it decreased visibly!
It's not that nobody watches it.
Instead...
Almost everyone watching.
They were all captivated by this sudden, unexpected, and soulful piano music!
My fingers were on the keyboard and I forgot to type.
The ears greedily captured every note.
I was afraid of missing even the slightest detail.
The few comments that occasionally popped up were also sent out by mere muscle memory, typing them out in a daze.
Gradually, the music reached its climax!
Like a violent storm, with waves crashing against the shore.
It's resistance!
It is unyielding!
It is an immense grief of separation by death!
Wang Yueheng's body swayed slightly with the melody.
The bow raced and leaped rapidly across the strings.
The power of the vibrato can be felt even through the screen.
That dedication.
That feeling.
It was as if his entire being was burning with passion for the song "The Butterfly Lovers".
Then.
At the most tragic peak.
The melody suddenly shifted.
It became ethereal.
Ethereal.
Like the sky clearing after rain.
Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.
Two colorful butterflies danced gracefully in the sunlight.
Tender and lingering.
free.
With the most beautiful longing and sublimation for love...
The music gradually faded away.
The last note.
Like a sigh.
It also seems like a blessing.
It gently dissipated into the air of the Mushroom House, filled with the aroma of food and the fresh scent of wood.
The lingering sound echoed.
It lingered for a long time.
Wang Yueheng slowly lowered the bow, his arm feeling slightly sore.
He let out a soft breath.
It felt like waking up from a deep dream.
I looked up.
Look around.
The brief but powerful violin demonstration has come to an end.
The courtyard of the Mushroom House was deathly silent at this moment.
Only the occasional crackling sound of firewood burning in the stove was particularly clear.
Zhao Ying kept covering her mouth.
Her eyes were red and seemed to be glistening with tears.
Mo Zixue remained in a forward-leaning posture.
She looked at Wang Yueheng with a complicated expression.
There was shock.
There is investigation.
There was a strange radiance that she herself was unaware of.
Liu Huaxian seemed frozen in place, his mouth still open and his eyes glazed over.
I forgot to close the lid of the violin case in my hand.
He had only one thought on his mind, frantically scrolling through the screen:
I actually wanted to teach him just now?!
If his Berklee music teacher saw this...
They probably wish they could become Wang Yueheng's disciples on the spot!
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