Galactic Garbage Station

As soon as the music sounded, Ancient Moon and Ancient Rhyme immediately stared wide-eyed.

Now they know that there is such a huge difference between live listening and audio recording.

This is how they realized that the sound of the violin could be just one note, so distracting as if it were a direct hit on the soul.

They couldn't help but close their eyes and immerse themselves in the song, as if they were in a world of peaches, all the noise, all the troubles, all the sorrows, all behind their heads, all that remained in their minds was the sound of a beautiful violin.

The construction team, too, had to stop their work voluntarily and listen quietly. They felt that making any sound at this moment was a blasphemy to the sound of the violin. Although they did not understand the violin, they felt that Mr. Su's art appeared to have advanced again and advanced to another level. In the past, they thought Su Xiao's violin was beautiful, but they could choose to listen or not. At this moment, however, the sound of the violin is like a magic, making them uncontrollable to listen to it quietly.

The cats and dogs in the yard lay on the grass, the butterfly bees in the flowers fell on the flowers, the flying birds fell on the yard walls... it was like a magic story scene.

Only Gu Yun's early-opening cell phone cameras, unaffected by emotions, are recording.

Downtown, Guqin.

In the spacious hall, there is a young woman playing an ancient piano on stage, and the sound of the piano is quite beautiful, although there are some turning points, some stiff, some orthodontic, and not everyone's style.

In front of the audience, there were several tables and judges.

The front row of the audience, sitting in the music department of Wang Siya and Yunyin Entertainment Company, sitting in the back of the audience of about 800, occupying only about a quarter of all seats, appeared to be a little empty. Although the prize money is huge and the tickets are free, after all, Guqin is cold, if not Peiyuan's quiet song is red, I'm afraid there are not so many who come to watch the game.

“President Wang, the competition is almost over. Look at the reaction of several judges, as if the master who played Peiyuan Jingxing has not yet appeared.” Next to Wang Siya, a woman dressed as a secretary whispered.

“Can't you hear it without looking at the judge's reaction?” Wang Siya shook his head and sighed. Three brothers Wang Zhuo has contacted the Guqin House in the past few days, and has secretly investigated it, but he has not been able to find the master. If this Guqin competition has not yet been drawn out, he will have to look for it with a big banner.

“Isn't it tempting to say a million dollars? Or not enough publicity? But if the price is higher and the publicity is more expensive, even attracting the master won't be able to recover the cost.” The female secretary said. For entertainment companies, organizing a competition, the prize is one million, it's nothing at all, ordinary propaganda speculation, can be over a million, so long as it's popular, it's easy to earn back, but Guqin is too cold, it's hard to reap the benefits from it.

“The master who can play such a song may not see a million or two in his eyes, but a million is just speculation, my real bait, are two contestants claiming to be self-created Peiyuan Jing Song, the true creator, wouldn't mind? Hopefully, the master will be behind the sequence.” Wang Siya said.

“So... will the two of you make a big deal out of it? ”

“Just talk big, don't make a profit, don't insult others, just lose some money at most.” Wang Siya doesn't care. In fact, if it's just for the benefit, a million dollars is a little too much, but for Dad's insomnia, if you can attract the master, what does a million dollars count for? What's the point of losing some money?

“The audience seemed to be mixed with a few other company scouts. If that master showed up, they...”

“Don't worry, they can't rob me.” Wang Siya smiled slightly. She was not worried at all about this. Even if the other company wanted to find this Guqin master, it was just for profit, so it had to be calculated. She was insomniac for her father. If she didn't count for it, she wouldn't blink an eye if she made up for millions more. Besides, there was a third brother and brother behind her, who could take it? The only thing that worries me now is that the master doesn't show up.

“Grandpa Qin, do any of the players have that master?” In the back of the audience, a teenage girl asked.

“Not yet.” An old man in a robe shook his head next to him.

“Is it possible that the master is in there, just a little out of order?” The young girl asked again.

“Impossible, I have played Peiyuan Jingxing song, no matter how I try, I cannot play that kind of rhyme, even I can hardly hope for the people on the back of their necks, even if it is abnormal, it definitely exceeds the level of all the players here.” The old man said that those who do not know him may think that he is a little arrogant, but those who do know him must think that he is definitely qualified to say so, because he is Qin Ru, the famous Guqin player in the country. Some of the big classical concerts, cultural and artistic center performances are proud to welcome him.

Continuing, the game soon came to an end, but to disappoint Wang Siya, Qin Joo and others, the Master of Mysticism never showed up.

Backstage, Lexuan and Jiang Shao, who have already finished the show, are sitting back and waiting because the competition process is simple, there is no resumption, and a round is bound to die, so the results will be announced directly later.

“How do you think I just played?” Jiang Shao asked.

“Not bad.” Li Xuan nodded, Jiang Shao was just a little nervous, there were a few minor mistakes, but the whole thing was okay, he couldn't win the championship, but it was okay, Li Xuan asked nervously, "What about me? ”

“I think you're playing a little extraordinarily, promising to win.” Jiang Shao thumbed up.

“Hope so.” The corner of Li Xuan's mouth was slightly ticked, a little bit proud, the confidence struck by the construction team, some came back, suddenly remembered something, said, “Everyone has been on stage, can turn on their cell phones? ”

Li Xuan turned on his phone and saw Gu Yunna send a video. Li Xuan's eyes lit up and received it immediately. Jiang Shao also glanced at it. In the image, Su Zheng plays quietly, Ancient Moon and Ancient Rhyme can listen to God, but the image is not the point, the focus is on the music coming from inside, and it is loud, gentle, beautiful... like the sounds of the Empty Valley Spirit, deterring the soul.

“It's really him!” Li Xuan and Jiang Shao both opened their mouths. Many people have tried Peiyuan Jingxing, but they can't play the real psychic rhyme, but now it is obvious that Su Xuan plays the song Peiyuan Jingxing, which has the same psychic rhyme as the one circulated on the Internet, and is more beautiful and more full of magic. Who else can it be?

“Peiyuan Quiet Heart?” Several players came together, thought they were listening to the recording, but when they saw the phone screen, they couldn't help but stare at each other. The other is the legendary master of mystery?

The phone emitted less sound, but with magical penetration, it actually reached the reception desk.

Originally, the judges were scoring the rankings, the audience was talking, and the scene was a little noisy, but when they heard the subtle sound of the violin, the whole scene actually calmed down, accompanied by the silence of the scene, and the sound of the violin became clearer and clearer.

Wang Siya and Qin Confucius stood up suddenly. Wang Siya didn't care that a pile of materials originally placed on his thigh fell to the ground, and quickly ran backstage, and the female secretary and staff followed him closely.