Then, when these couples, brothers and sisters, mothers and daughters reacted, the sounds they heard did not come from the outside world, but from the radio station, there were many question marks.

What's going on?

Isn't the radio station broadcasting the Vienna morning news program "Voice of Vienna"??

Why did you suddenly switch to the weather forecast???

Not right...It's not snowing in Vienna now.

Also, why are there sounds of waves in the weather forecast???

I really couldn't figure out what was going on, but at this moment, everyone heard the familiar voice of the female announcer of "Vienna". The voices were fluctuating and faintly excited. "Dear listeners, what you just heard was the sound of an oriental girl in front of the Music Association Building. From this we can hear the sound of the sound of wind, frost, rain, snow and other sounds..."

Everyone: "?!"

So what they hear is not the real sound of wind and rain, but the sound of piano imitating the sound of wind and rain?!

No.

No way.

It's impossible.

Thinking of this, the person driving the car had no intention of driving immediately. He stopped at the side of the road and listened carefully.

Everyone: "..."

No matter how you hear this, it is a natural sound, no matter how you hear it, it is a piano sound?

Is the broadcaster joking with them? But today is not April Fool's Day?

This is not right, it is very wrong.

So, at the same time, on the highways in various blocks of Vienna, all the private cars of "Vienna" were playing on the radio. Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and finally made up their minds.

Didn’t it be in the Music Association Building?

Then go there to see what's going on.

...

The sound of wind, rain, frost and snow, waves, thunder.

It comes out from the string and ends from the string.

When you press your hands on the seventh string, your plain wrist is like frost and snow.

Yan Ge was neither anxious nor slow, nor slow, but his hands flowed through the strings.

Shirt and skirt, beautiful and graceful.

The whole body seemed to be filled with the words "Lady". If you talk about it, the only thing that was exposed was the one on the top of your head.

Very small, very round, very curly.

Very attractive.

Standing beside the side, intentionally or unintentionally, Rong Chuo's eyes fell across it in a scattered manner.

People were all standing beside me, in front of me, behind me.

Looking around, the entire square was filled with plaza.

Onlookers, surrounded cars.

An occasion where thousands of people are like the sea.

But at this time, the people who were watching had no time to care about anything else, just stared at them and focused.

Her scenery is the piano.

The clouds were low and the sky was cloudy. Raindrops fell down from the clouds, small.

Among the people watching, some people brought an umbrella. When they noticed it was raining, they held up the umbrella "swish", "swish".

Some people didn't bring an umbrella, but were reluctant to leave the sound of the piano, and were still standing in the light rain waiting silently.

The raindrops are thin and very light, and when they drip on the strings, they will be silent.

But it was reflected in the eyes of men.

Rong Chuo's eyes turned slightly and touched the folding umbrella in Gu Rugui's hand—

He walked forward.

The rain suddenly fell, and Gu Rugui felt the benefit of making a trip guide in advance.

After checking the weather forecast, I knew that Vienna was rainy these two days, so I brought an umbrella and could use it when it rained.

Gu Rugui couldn't help feeling a little happy: there were so many listeners in front of him, and even blocked the square, which must have exceeded the standard of "one hundred listeners" mentioned by Mr. Koenig. The outcome of this game has been decided, and this episode is Yan Ge's personal slaying the whole audience - now he has nothing to do, so he is responsible for holding an umbrella and listening to the performance, and then he will check in to four attractions.

Thinking of this, Gu Rugui stretched out the folding umbrella in his hand.

Next, the next second, the handle of the umbrella was pulled away.

Gu Rugui: "???"

Rong Chuo was straight away, but his steps were sparse and scattered, and he was holding an umbrella in his palm - the one Gu Rugui had previously stretched out.

Looking at the back, Gu Rugui subconsciously spoke, "Rong, Teacher Rong?"

He looked back slightly and inquired: "You have something to do?"

Gu Rugui: "..."

Gu Rugui forced himself to smile: "Hahaha, no."

Even if there is, Wuwu.

...

"Zheng!"

The last sound came out of the string.

Scream gold, withdraw the troops!

Yan Ge practiced the piano since he was a child and was repeatedly educated at that time: in the early stages of practicing the piano, he paid attention to the familiarity and accuracy of skills. However, the later he mentioned the skills, the fewer the requirements for emotions gradually increased.

This does not mean that skills are no longer important. Instead, the more you reach the end, the more you are, the more you are inseparable, and the skill of the performer is in love, and the emotion is not outside the skill - this is the highest level of playing the piano.

The performance at that time was purely immersive.

What you see is the piano, what you hear is the piano, what you touch is the piano. And even if you close your eyes and stop listening, deprive your touch, what you feel in your heart is the only one.

The movements in her hands stopped, and Yan Ge's mood also stopped. Finally, she raised her eyes from the seven strings and looked at the crowd like a sea.

Western face, brown, blue and green eyes.

For example, Vienna was pumped away from the air, and the sound in the vacuum lost its medium, so naturally it could not be transmitted. For a few seconds, it was obviously crowded, but it was extremely quiet.

If a needle falls at this time, it should be clearly seen when you enter your ears.

Three, two, one.

Three seconds passed, and everyone looked at each other for a few seconds, as if they could wake up from the vivid sound of the piano. They were stunned for a moment, and then they didn't know who took the lead in applauding, and the area brought a thunderous area, as if it was overturned and overwhelmed!

"It's so similar! It's really so similar!"

"Oh Jesus, that's too incredible! How did she do it?"

"It's the hand of God! It's the hand of God!"

“…”

There is no need to mention the live broadcast room. The full screen configuration is awesome and a long review of the 300-word paper.

[There is a person who is good at piano skills in Beijing, Yan Xiaoge [Niu][Like]]

[To be honest, I didn't think anything was there when I heard the mountain flowing water in front, but I called it a good guy after all the sounds of nature! This is really not dull at all!!!]

[Everyone, go and read Weibo! The staff of Changsheng Tour in B6, Liuguang Comic Exhibition, spoke out! It is said that the music of Changsheng of Dao was played by Sister Yan Ge!!!]

[So was Yan Ge sang while playing? No wonder he was so powerful today!]

【…】

Surprised at the realistic sound of the piano, the miscreants applauded and praised. Yan Ge stood up from the piano bench and bowed to everyone - then she realized the shadow she was standing under the umbrella.

The wind in front of us was wet, and some people stood in the crowd holding umbrellas. It was already raining in Vienna when the piano was playing.

She lifted her eyelids up, and her hands holding an umbrella were whiter, her fingers were long and clean, her joints were protruding at the curved point, and a crescent moon was growing at the bottom of her fingers.

Going further up, I met my eyes, calm and unremitting, like a cut of the autumn moon.

Yan Ge: "..."

It was her idol who was holding an umbrella for her.

She was fully focused when playing the piano, unable to detect the passage of time, nor did she pay attention to the changes in the outside world.

So, she didn't know how long she had played the piano or how long he had held the umbrella.

With such thoughts rolling through his mind, Yan Ge couldn't help but look at her idol a few more times.

But Rong Chuo turned his head and didn't look at her. When he raised his lips, he spoke in a long and scattered manner: "What should I see?"
Chapter completed!