The master of Chinese quintessence who started from the life he longed for

"Hanging with a hook will not change for a hundred years!"

"Hanging with a hook will not change for a hundred years!"

After pulling the hook, before the two people let go of their hands, Zhang Zifeng's voice sounded again:"Whoever lies to others is a puppy!"

"OK OK!"Lin Wu nodded without being funny.

Only then did Zhang Zifeng let go of Lin Wu's hand with satisfaction.

"Okay, are you satisfied?"Lin Wu asked

"Uh-huh!"Zhang Zifeng nodded vigorously.

"Then let’s get started!

Lin Wu then said:"Sister Zifeng, do you want me to demonstrate the ten fingering techniques to you first?" Or do you start directly?"

"I’ll just get started!"

Zhang Zifeng was full of confidence.

He sat down.

He straightened his chest and abdomen, and sat upright.

He raised his hands and floated them on the guzheng.

After taking a deep breath, he lowered his hands.

The fingers of his right hand gently hooked on the guzheng.

"Bang~"

The crisp and melodious sound of the guzheng suddenly sounded over the mushroom house.

It was perfect, without any flaws.

Whether it was the angle, amplitude, or strength of the string hook, it was perfect, just like a textbook.

And then, Hold.

Zhang Zifeng's little hand gently landed on the strings.

Another perfect performance!

The ten fingerings went around in a circle.

It was like clouds and flowing water.

I have to say that Zhang Zifeng's learning ability and talent are really amazing. Not only that ,

Lin Wu can conclude that Zhang Zifeng definitely studied hard.

If he didn't pay attention, no matter how talented and learning ability is, he would never be able to reach her level.

After playing,

Zhang Zifeng ranked first. Shi Ji raised his head, his little face was red, and he looked at Lin Wu with a look of praise,"Brother Xiao Lin, how are you, how are you, how are you, I played well." Bar!"

Looking at Zhang Zifeng's red, delicate and lovely face, Lin Wu had an urge to pinch it.

As time went by, this urge became stronger and stronger.

There is no need to bear it anymore.

Lin Wu is really Unable to bear it anymore, she stretched out her hand and pinched Zhang Zifeng's little face, and praised:"How can my sister Zifeng be so smart? She can actually pop up everything without any mistakes, that's great! It's really great!"

"Laugh and pick up each other~ Nibu shakes and pinches Wo’s face~ (Brother Xiao Lin~ don’t pinch my face!)" Zhang Zifeng made a strange sound, and at the same time reached out and pushed down Lin Wu’s hand

"It's fleshy and quite comfortable to hold!"

Lin Wu muttered regretfully.

"Brother Xiao Lin, what did you say? ?"Zhang Zifeng didn't hear Lin Wu's words clearly.

"No, no, nothing!"

Lin Wu denied it.

"Okay, Brother Xiao Lin, it's your turn to fulfill your promise!"

Zhang Zifeng did not delve into what Lin Wu was muttering, but stared at Lin Wu with piercing eyes, full of expectation, and said:"As promised, if I can play the ten fingerings well, you can play them. Send me a new Chinese style song!"

After saying that, Zhang Zifeng stood up directly and freed up his actions.

"No problem, just wait!"

Lin Wu rubbed Zhang Zifeng's head, smiled and took a deep breath.

Calm down.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

……

The mushroom house and the courtyard suddenly became quiet.

After a moment of silence, Lin Wu's magnetic voice suddenly remembered:"Song title:"Hair Like Snow"》！"

Finished.

Lin Wu's hands fell down, and his slender fingers touched the strings.

The melodious sound of guzheng sounded.

Just the prelude of this song can make people immerse themselves in the ancient Chinese history and culture.

The prelude was not long, and soon Lin Wu opened his mouth and started singing.

"The wolf-mooned moon makes the beautiful woman look haggard……"

"I raised my glass and drank up the wind and snow……"

"Who overturned the cabinet in the past life and caused trouble?……"

"……"

As soon as the lyrics came out, accompanied by the quiet sound of the piano, the picture of a haggard woman under the moon and a man raising a glass and looking at the snowy sky suddenly appeared in the minds of everyone who was listening to the song at this moment.

In the moonlight of the wolf's teeth, the beauty in plain robes was looking up at the bright moon, quietly shedding tears.

Under the snowy sky, a man wearing Hanfu is holding a glass of wine, his eyes filled with vicissitudes of life.

The melody is beautiful!

The song is beautiful!

The lyrics are also beautiful!

But they are not ordinary beauty, they are poignant.

The sound of the piano is faint

"……"

"Your hair is like snow……"

"What a sad farewell……"

"Who was touched by my burning incense?……"

"Invite the bright moon and make memories bright……"

"Love is perfect under the moonlight……"

"……"

A poignant farewell under the moonlight.

Under Lin Wu's perfect singing skills and this poignant melody, a picture of the world's infatuated men and women who are obsessed with life and death, all because of their attachment to the world, appeared in front of everyone. respectively!

Reluctant to leave!

Nostalgia! love!

……

All of this is accompanied by the poignant singing, which echoes in the sky of the Mushroom House, echoes in the sky above the entire Wengcao Village, and also echoes in the minds of all the listeners.

"……"

"Bronze mirror reflects innocence, ponytail……"

"If you act wild, I will accompany you with wine in this life……"

The song slowly fell.

The whole place was quiet.

In the mushroom house and the live broadcast room, there was silence.

Everyone was immersed in Lin Wu's singing just now.

That poignant parting!

That reluctant attachment!

There were even many inexperienced little girls in the live broadcast room who burst into tears after listening to this song without even knowing it!

Zhang Zifeng is naturally among them.

On her cute little face, there were two lines of crystal tears.

Under her face, two drops of crystal tears were falling down bit by bit. at last.

It broke away from her cheek and fell to the ground.

A song that combines the love between a son and a daughter, and the resentment between a foolish son and a daughter, is not particularly lethal to little girls.

Zhang Zifeng was completely unaware of the fact that he was crying. He sat aside with his eyes blank, dumbfounded, as if he had not yet recovered from Lin Wu's song.

Lin Wu saw this and shook his head.

He took out a tissue and wiped the tears on her cheeks.

Only then did Zhang Zifeng come back to his senses

"Brother Xiao Lin~" She took a deep look at Lin Wu, her eyes filled with various complex emotions.

"How about this song? Are you satisfied with it? Lin Wu asked gently

"Yeah, yeah, satisfied, satisfied!"

Zhang Zifeng nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and then said weakly:"Brother Xiao Lin, can you teach me how to play this piece of music?"

"Of course no problem! Lin Wu pinched Zhang Zifeng's little face and said,"Didn't I tell you that this song is a reward for you? Since it is going to be given to you, I must teach it to you!""

"Give it to me! ?"Zhang Zifeng was stunned.

"Yes, I give it to you, this song belongs to you from now on! Lin Wu said

"I, I, it, it's mine?"

Zhang Zifeng's mind went blank._Please download the novel without underlining