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The crowd came around and everyone was admiring Zhang Yuan's work.

What catches the eye is a chic and elegant font, just like a jade tree facing the wind, and everyone says that the characters are like their own. Zhang Yuan's character is beautiful and handsome.

"Yes, this word is so beautiful,"

"I didn't see it, this is Lianjiazi,"

"The words are really good, but this poem? He really copied someone else?"

"Uh, oh, I got slapped in the face,"

...

The crowd talked and talked about everything. Zhang Yuan stood aside calmly, and he responded to everyone's doubts with strength.

Lin Feifei is relieved, anyway, no matter what is written, just write it out, at least not too embarrassing.

"Okay, good poems, good words,"

He Laoru received the treasure and applauded.

He looked at Zhang Yuan’s work earnestly, with a happy expression in his eyes.

"Zhang Yuan, who did you learn this from? This poem is written so well, this is the real demeanor of everyone,"

"Outside the mountain outside the Qingshan Tower, when will the West Lake singing and dancing be off, these two sentences are simply ancient sayings, classic, too classic,"

"With the West Lake as the theme, not only the scenery is described, but also the prosperous, wonderful, wonderful of West Lake is written through the method of contrast."

"This typeface has the style of a book sage. You can have such an accomplishment at a young age,"

"Great, great,"

He Lao keeps complimenting, just like Zhang Yuan's fan.

In his tone, he was full of love for Zhang Yuan.

People were stunned. He Lao has changed too much.

"He's old, what's wrong,"

"But to be honest, this poem is really good,"

"It seems we were wrong, Zhang Yuan is really capable,"

"Actually, it is true. The lyrics are so good. If you don't really learn, you really can't write it."

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes today, I really couldn't believe that the superstar Zhang Yuan was so talented."

"Congratulations Zhang Yuan,"

"Zhang Yuan, you are too good, too talented,"

"You really are a high-quality idol, so versatile,"

...

People began to congratulate Zhang Yuan again.

Smiling and very polite.

And it seemed that I had known Zhang Yuan for a long time, and I was very familiar with Zhang Yuan.

"Thank you for the compliment," Zhang Yuan responded to these people's smiles.

As expected of a celebrity, this face is thick.

It doesn't hurt to hit it.

"It seems that I underestimated him," Lin Feifei thought, her worry is really unnecessary. If she had known that Zhang Yuan was so talented, she would have encouraged Zhang Yuan and humiliated these people severely. .

Anyway, Zhang Yuan had no business and no career in Hangzhou, so it didn't matter much to show off the momentum of this group of people.

"Zhang Yuan, are you interested in joining Hangzhou University or going to lectures?" He Lao began to formally invite Zhang Yuan, this talent, must not be missed.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yuan refused: "Sorry, I am not going."

"Uh, that's good, you can come to me anytime you want," He Lao said.

Zhang Yuan could only say thank you. Although He Lao felt sorry, but Zhang Yuan did not agree, and he could not help it.

"Hey, you really belonged to you when you wrote that poem," Lin Feifei asked, pulling Zhang Yuan to a place with few people.

Zhang Yuan said solemnly: "Of course, this can still be fake,"

Lin Feifei showed a look of worship in her eyes, and said, "You are so talented."

Zhang Yuan responded indifferently: "Average, third in the world,"

As soon as the two chatted, they heard Lin Feifei suddenly say: "Someone is coming,"

Looking back, I saw a lady in an elegant dress walking slowly.

Although she doesn't have any precious jewels on her body, her temperament is outstanding.

People dare not take it lightly.

"Hello, Zhang Yuan,"

"Hello there,"

"I wonder if I will have the honor to hear you play a piece?"

"Me? Piano?"

"Well, everyone knows that your musical talent is very outstanding. It is fortunate for Sansheng to be able to listen to your music today."

Now that everyone talks about it, Zhang Yuan can only go.

Besides, isn't it just playing the piano? This is his strength.

Lin Feifei is not worried either.

"Hey, look, Zhang Yuan is going to play the piano,"

"What's so surprising about this, people are already musical talents,"

"That's not necessarily a singer, not necessarily a pianist, but these are two professions, good or not,"

"However, Zhang Yuan's hands are especially suitable for piano."

...

The crowd was surprised and approached Zhang Yuan.

In fact, someone is right, a singer may not be able to play the piano.

Being able to play and being proficient are two different things.

Everyone has never seen Zhang Yuan play the piano, so he is still confused.

If you want to rap and sing, everyone will undoubtedly look at him, but the piano...

Zhang Yuan sat beside the piano, his slender fingers gently stroking the keys.

The familiar feeling is here.

He didn't waste the piano and practiced it whenever he had time.

It's just because he is too low-key that everyone wonders if he can play the piano?

"This is what you forced me," Zhang Yuan thought to himself. If Zhou Chen is here, he might have to complain about it again.

Ding!

Zhang Yuan presses the first key.

Then, the second one.

The third.

The music plays.

Every simple note, through Zhang Yuan's hand, composes a wonderful tune.

The surrounding is quiet, everyone listens to this wonderful music.

It was like a gust of wind blowing across the street.

The music is ethereal.

As if coming from the clouds, as if there was wind, living in the streets.

The depth of the piano is integrated into the music, and Zhang Yuan's fingers play freely on the piano.

This music is full of tenderness and infinite sadness.

As if telling a sad love story.

Music seems to be telling lovesickness for lovers. This kind of sorrow directly hits everyone's heart.

What kind of song is this?

Everyone could not help being curious.

Why never heard of it?

Who composed the music?

Which master's handwriting?

No one in the audience could hear it.

When Zhang Yuan pressed the last key, the music ended.

silence.

It's too quiet.

I don't know how long it took before there was applause.

"sounds amazing,"

"This is the most touching tune I have ever heard,"

"Whose song is this, I have never heard it before,"

"Yeah, I find it weird too,"

"Zhang Yuan, whose song is this, it's great,"

...

Everyone is full of doubts.

Even He Lao is looking forward to it.

"My little friend's musical talent is really outstanding. This song is ethereal and sad, and very touching, but I don't know which master's work is this. We have never heard of it before," said He Lao.

Lin Feifei was very relieved of Zhang Yuan's musical talents. Similarly, she was also curious about who wrote this piece.

Zhang Yuan smiled and said faintly: "I'm showing my ugliness, this piece is exactly what I wrote, called "The Street Where Wind Lives""