Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

Qin Ran's personal style is extremely strong.

Spirituality and talent are both rare in Master Wei's life.

Otherwise, it will not be explicitly rejected so many times and still unforgettable.

Wei Zihang lived upstairs to Chen Shulan’s house. When Master Wei first listened to Qin Ran’s violin when she was seven years old, she was not very old. She sat alone on an old balcony with black eyes. Seeing lonely.

It was the first time that Master Wei knew that some people can use the violin to perform heart-shaking music even without skills.

She has extraordinary imagination in the arrangement.

Wei Zihang told him that her parents divorced that day.

Qin Ran has a violin teacher, that is Qin Ran's life mentor, Master Wei knows that he did not do what is good for others.

Until one day Wei Zihang called to tell him that Qin Ran broke up with the master, and Master Wei came from the capital not far away.

She should not be deserted a small town.

It's just that Qin Ran seems very repulsive to Beijing.

Chen Shulan was very kind to him and took him to see Qin Ran's room. He had seen many crumpled music in the trash can in Qin Ran's room.

The arrangement of Qin language in the first ten seconds is ordinary, and I can't hear anything. It's just that after the tenth second, it begins to intersperse with a rhythm of ups and downs. It is not cheerful, but it makes people feel depressed from the depths of the mind.

Master Wei's sensitivity to music is terrifying.

He remembered Qin Ran's birthday three years ago, she pulled a song, with a bit of irritability, depression and unpredictable deep grief and depression.

Everyone has their own style of playing the violin, and Qin Ran's style cannot be copied by others.

Master Wei put his fingers on the table and looked at Qin Yu expressionlessly.

During her playing for five minutes, there are several sections interspersed with rhythm that Master Wei is very familiar with.

Add up to three minutes.

These three minutes are also the highlights of this violin played by Qin.

Under the stage, Qin spoke and played, and Lin Jinxuan immediately stood up and walked outside the door.

His classmates called him behind him, "Jinxuan, your sister is amazing, I feel there are several paragraphs in the middle, goose bumps have risen, no less than those masters."

Lin Jinxuan's careless "en" gave Qing Jun's face no expression.

"Don't your sister hear about going to the teacher? Don't you wait for the result?" His classmate glanced back, reluctantly.

"Wait no longer, I'll go to Ran Ran." Lin Jinxuan frowned lightly and took out his mobile phone to call Qin Ran.

Over the past two days, the word "Ran Ran" was heard from Lin Jinxuan's mouth.

His classmate smiled with a lip and reached over his shoulder. "Speaking of this, sister Ran is much more beautiful than your sister. Isn't it the third year? Can we come to our school next year?"

"I can't come," hearing this, Lin Jinxuan always smiled lightly on the face, like the ripples of the lake breeze, and soon disappeared. "She has too bad grades."

The student froze for a while, then laughed, "That's a pity."

at the same time.

Xu Yaoguang, who was sitting on the edge, listened to Qin's performance, and stood up. After thinking about it, he lowered his head slightly, said to Ning Qing, and pulled the mask to the background.

Ning Qing was nervous at this time and didn't have time to ignore Xu Yaoguang.

He just turned his head and deliberately lowered his voice, and asked Lin Wan, "How did the teacher react in front, how is Yuer's performance?"

Lin Wan didn’t say anything, but Mr. Shen stood up from the inside with the armrests in his hands. His eyes fell on Ning Qing, and he laughed aloud. Go ahead and see."

Lin Wan looked at Ning Qing, also a rare good tone: "Relax, the music host said, Master Wei will love her like this."

Hearing Lin Wan's promise, Ning Qing settled down.

She stood up and took care of her own clothes before walking behind Grandpa Shen and Lin Wan.

In front, it has been silent for two minutes, and no one responded.

Among these people, Master Wei must be respected.

At this time, Master Wei just leaned back on the chair, and his slightly muddled eyes stared at Qin Yu, as if he wanted to gain insight.

For a long while, a teacher looked at Master Wei, "Well, old Wei, what do you think of this seedling?"

"Any information? Let me see." Master Wei's fingertips clasped on the table and spoke lightly.

One place is similar to the other, it can be said to be coincidence, but in the five-minute tune, he heard the similarity in three minutes. This is not just a coincidence.

Master Wei remembers that before this, someone told him that this time the two students played original songs.

Someone immediately took out the information to Master Wei.

Master Wei took it, reached out and slowly looked at it.

He took it seriously, and someone whispered next to him, "Wei Lao looked so serious, he must have had the thought of wanting to take his apprentice. The girl from other people obviously came to Lao Wei..."

Next to it, Dai Ran was sitting with a sullen expression on his face. He was obviously also interested in Qin language.

Nowadays, the violin is divided into so many schools, Dai Ran himself can't compare with Master Wei, and he was also depressed by Master Wei in the matter of not looking for successors and apprentices.

Qin Yula's repertoire is really amazing to her.

Although many of the techniques in the middle are unskilled, the tracks are spiritual enough and enough points.

Master Wei didn't know the comment of the person next to him, he just looked at the information in his hand.

There is a resume of life, as well as the grade of the violin, and the medals won from small to large.

These are false, Master Wei passed by lightly.

Finally, staying on a line with the fingertips of the gully—

[The repertoire of this performance is original.

"Qin language, isn't it?" Master Wei casually put the material on the table and looked at Qin language lightly, "You said that this track is your original?"

Hearing this sentence, Qin Yu's hands tightened.

The night before yesterday, she spent almost an evening listening to the old music.

In the early days of Yan Xi, there was an album that really resembled her track style.

But the style is similar, and the arrangement is completely different.

She raised her eyes, polite and confident, "Yes."

Master Wei nodded and asked again: "When?"

"It started in September," Qin Yu replied, very generous and natural: "I have practiced in school many times, and my classmates know it."

After getting this answer, Master Wei didn't say a word. He stood up on the table with his hand, picked up the thermos again, and nodded toward the other teachers. "You, I still have things, so I will leave first."

Everyone on the scene, including Dai Ran, believed that Master Wei asked such a meticulous question because of the apprentice Qin Yu.

Where do you know that he didn't say anything, just leave with the cup?

Grandpa Shen, Lin Wan and Ning Qing just arrived, and when they saw this, all three were stunned.

"Master Wei, what do you mean? You don't want Qin language?" Dai Ran stood up directly, his eyes bright and asked.

Master Wei was holding a teacup, and it was not difficult to understand Dai Ran's movements.

The first time he heard Qin Ran's violin, it was almost the same reaction.

"Well, don't." Master Wei's voice is still faint, and no emotion can be heard.

Qin Yu, who has always been winning, is looking up unbelievably.

She is very confident in this piece of her own. In the past few months of playing this piece, both Xu Yaoguang and Mr. Shen have praised her, and she put almost her future on it.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Master Wei actually gave her a blow.

How could he say "don't" so coldly?

Other teachers do not understand.

Just now, the boy's spirituality is not as good as the Qin language. Master Wei can say the three words "okay".

"You really don't want to?" Dai Ran had some unexpected surprises. He deliberately suppressed himself. He was not at ease and asked again.

"No." Master Wei continued to walk towards the exit without looking back.

Dai Ran breathed a sigh of relief, except for Master Wei, no one competed with him for Qin Yu. He seemed to laugh, "Master Wei is really a master, and he can't even look down on Qin language. I don't know what kind of talent can be used. You look at it."

This sentence is naturally a mockery.

With so many people studying every year, Dai Ran hasn't found any students who have more aura than Qin.

How did you know that Master Wei's footsteps paused, he turned sideways and smiled unclearly: "You really guessed it."

He seemed to think of something, and his mood improved again, and he continued to turn around and walked quite quickly.

Standing on the stage, Qin Yu, who was named "Don't" by Master Wei, shook his hand. Somewhat unwilling, he looked at Master Wei with his lips closed. "Master Wei, is my original track good enough, so you can't look down on it?" "

"Don't get me wrong, there are some sections of the music you play that I particularly like, because they are indeed spiritual." Master Wei originally didn't want to ignore Qin language.

Qin Ran's repertoire comes with interest. It is uncertain whether there is an original manuscript, but it has never been published by the public.

Without proof of practicality, the person who arranges the arrangement is naturally fearless.

Master Wei thought indifferently, but his face sank.

Qin Yu didn't see it, he continued to ask, his voice was clanging, and repeated: "Why don't you look down on it?"

"Why?" He turned his head, stared at Qin Yu, his smile disappeared, "Because I heard similar tracks, you said you are original, okay, I asked you the time, you said you were original in September this year... …Qin Yu, you are so powerful, how did you bring back the original track of the people three years ago in September this year?"

After finishing the talk, Master Wei thought it was boring again, calmed his face, and walked directly outside the gate.

The rest, including Wei Ran and the Shen family, were all stunned and stunned.

Xu Yaoguang on this side did not know the situation underneath, and he went directly to the background.

Go to the person in charge first.

Xu Yaoguang is a regular visitor here, as long as there is a violin performance, he must be there.

The person in charge knew him.

"Xu Shao," the person in charge was surprised when he heard Xu Yaoguang's request. After thinking about it, he didn't say much. "You come with me."

Xu Yaoguang took off his mask, cleared his cough, and followed the person in charge to the front.

The two walked up the corner from the corridor.

Just happened to meet Master Wei who had just come off the stage.

Xu Yaoguang was very respectful to Master Wei, and he and the person in charge stopped, "Master Wei."

"It's Xiao Xu Shao," Master Wei's complexion softened slightly, "Where are you going?"

In the early years, because Xu Yaoguang liked the violin, Xu Lao took Xu Yaoguang to visit Master Wei.

"Go look at the monitoring," Xu Yaoguang held the mask. He looked at Master Wei, his eyes cold. "Just now there are too many people. When I went to the bathroom, I lost something."

It should be very important for Xu Yaoguang to find the monitoring himself.

Master Wei nodded without disturbing. He hurried back to find Qin Ran, and he said: "Then go, there are many people, it may not be easy to find."

After that, the two parties said goodbye and went in two directions.

After two steps, Xu Yaoguang paused again, and he turned around, "Master Wei-is there anyone in your lounge today?"

Suddenly asked by this sentence, Master Wei stopped silently and asked, "That thing... was it thrown in our lounge?"

"No." Xu Yaoguang lowered his eyes and shook his head. "I'm bothering you."

To the monitoring room.

The staff gave Xu Yaoguang a look at the section of the toilet from the toilet to the corridor.

"Don't use this," Xu Yaoguang didn't sit down, leaning on the side of the table, fingers on the table, watching the monitor screen, "Do you have any monitoring in the lounge?"

The staff pressed the mouse's hand for a meal.

He looked at Xu Shaoguang with surprise, but the other party brought it by the organizer of the concert.

The other party respectfully called him "Little Xu Shao".

The lounge is a public place. There is no secret. The staff manually adjusted the various monitoring of the lounge.

Xu Yaoguang pointed directly at the monitor aimed at Master Wei's door, and his voice was very soft: "Just this monitor, zoom in."

The staff nodded, opened the file directly, and started dragging and dropping according to the time Xu Yaoguang said.

Xu Yaoguang's fingers on the table were slightly tight, and he watched the monitoring page intently.

Digression

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