C10

Art. This was an intangible yet real existence.

A foreign artist once said: Art is not what you can see, but what you let others see.

But most of the time, regardless of the present or the past, art was only a tool used by the powerful and prominent to embellish elegance. It was a kind of sadness.

However, those who truly understood art would view it as a precious treasure, as if they were drunk on it. That was a kind of realm, and in their eyes, art was sacred and could not be desecrated.

Towards that kind of person, Yan Yun would always have respect, but for him to do it, was definitely impossible.

Mo Le was not a person whose heart was obsessed with the arts, but she loved art, if not he would not have come to the Peking University to learn piano.

Yan Yun's words had undoubtedly hurt Mo Le, or to be more accurate, it had hurt her art.

"Then let's go. Whoever is afraid of you, I'm afraid that you won't be able to eject at that time." Mo Le glared at Yan Yun before walking to his own bedroom on the second floor.

"Future Brother-in-law, Sister Le Le really likes music. It's not right for you to say that." Lin Muer supported her chest and ran to Yan Yun's side, looking at Mo Le who was climbing up the stairs, she leaned in and whispered to Yan Yun, and after that, Lin Muer also ran to the second floor.

Yan Yun rubbed his nose and laughed bitterly. He did not expect that with just a few words, he had not only failed to cause trouble, he had instead angered Mo Le and even agreed to join the Freshmen Alliance.

The gains did not make up for the losses lost. Yan Yun realized that he had still not understood Mo Le thoroughly, and thus miscalculated once again.

He looked at the time. It was not even 11 o'clock, so he had nothing to do. He wanted to practice his zither arts that he had abandoned for a long time, so he walked towards the second floor.

Although the terms of the Overlord had said that Yan Yun could not go to the second floor without permission, it was obvious that he did not have this intention.

Arriving at the second floor, Yan Yun looked at Mo Le's room. The door was open, and Mo Le's curses could be heard coming from the house.

The one who was cursing was Yan Yun, and it was obvious that she saw the little bear as Yan Yun.

The pitiful little bear had suffered an unexpected calamity, and not long after, it had completely changed.

Yan Yun stood politely at the door and knocked.

"What?" Mo Le asked coldly, thinking that this beast had finally come to apologize. This was how the women on TV acted, when the male lead became angry, she would deliberately go to her room, and the male lead would then come running over to apologize like a gentleman.

"Since we are going to perform together, let's choose a song first! To cultivate a tacit understanding with each other, so as to not let anything go wrong when the time comes. " After Yan Yun finished speaking, he turned around and took the lead as he walked towards the sound training room on the third floor.

Mo Le was startled, his eyes that were like black gems were filled with astonishment. After waiting for a long time, he did not expect that the beast was not here to apologize.

"No manners."

Mo Le cursed towards the door, then threw the little bear, whose face was now no longer recognizable, onto the bed. He got up, stepped onto his slippers and walked towards the third floor.

"Sister Le Le, you can't do this! Yan Yun has not apologized yet, it would be too shameful for you to follow him now. " Lin Muer ran over and said.

"Aunt wants to see his zither skills. Find a tune that's the hardest to play and kill him. Heh heh." Mo Le said fiercely as he turned and walked towards the third floor.

There were only two spacious rooms on the third floor of the purple apartment. One was the gym, while the other was the sound training room.

It was called a sound training room, or more accurately, a music room. There were all kinds of musical instruments here, and among them, the one that Yan Yun liked the most was a white piano.

The surface of the piano was flawless, as if it was spotless. Sitting on the bench, Yan Yun caressed the piano, as though he was caressing his own child, gentle and careful.

For those who love music, music is alive, and even musical instruments are especially valued.

Mo Le walked into the room and saw Yan Yun sitting in front of his precious piano. The corner of his mouth slightly twitched;

"What are you going to play?" Yan Yun raised his head and asked.

"Grandaunt has not decided yet, why don't you play a few times for me to see!" Mo Le picked up a zither manual, casually flipped it open, pointed to one of the pages and said: "First play it out, then we will talk. My aunt does not want to play with people who have rotten zither arts."

Yan Yun chuckled, he knew that the little girl was still angry and had used the music to test him.

Picking up the score, he took a look at it. It was a book of Liszt's "Twelve Super-Skills Practice". This was a formidable and difficult song in the history of the piano.

He was startled for a moment, he never thought that Mo Le would actually dare to buy this kind of zither music manual.

Mo Le arrogantly raised his head, looked at Yan Yun in shock, and a smile rose from the corner of his mouth, as he thought that Yan Yun did not dare to make a move.

At that moment, even Lin Muer looked at Yan Yun with pity. little girl's favorite thing to do was to add oil to vinegar, and now, she actually began to pity Yan Yun. From this, it could be seen how difficult it was for Mo Le to play this song.

Lin Muer started to suspect that her sister Le Le was being too ruthless. She actually allowed Yan Yun to play the hardest > >.

As someone who was familiar with the music, Lin Muer naturally knew how difficult "Ghost Fire" was to play. Even in the 20th century, when pianists were like crucian carp who had gone through the river, very few people would challenge this piece because it not only had high difficulty in playing two notes, but it also had to be played light, light, interesting and easy.

"How is it? "If it doesn't work, then say it, don't slap your face to make it look fat."

Mo Le had already assumed a victorious stance, and she had even already thought of a way to be the victor. As long as Yan Yun admitted defeat, she would look at him with disdain, and then, use a cold tone to make Yan Yun move away. In the end, he would personally play it once, and enjoy Yan Yun's gaze that was filled with admiration after being shocked to the fullest.

"'Ghost Flame'. It has indeed been quite some time since I've played it. Let me give it a try."

"Bullsh * t, you make it sound like you've played it before."

Yan Yun laughed but did not speak further. He placed the music book on the zither stand and used one hand to scrape across the keyboard.

Then, he stepped on the pedal, his hands quickly flashed, and a pure and rich sound seemed to flow out from his fingertips.

Clear tunes, clear grains, bone penetrating, light as steel balls scattered on the glass.

As soon as an expert made a move, she immediately knew if it was true or not.

Lin Muer's mouth was wide open in a '0' shape, his face was filled with surprise. Mo Le, who was at the side, looked at Yan Yun's finger without saying a word, her little face tensed up as he even cursed in his heart for Yan Yun to make a mistake.

Furthermore, with Mo Le's zither skills, if Yan Yun made the slightest mistake, she would have discovered it. However, as time had passed, Mo Le still could not find the wrong person.

Suddenly, Yan Yun stopped and raised his head to look at Mo Le.

"Why aren't you playing anymore?" Mo Le urged, she had not found the mistake yet.

"Sister Le Le, the song has ended." Lin Muer reminded his with good intentions.

"I know, I'll make you talk too much." Mo Le rolled his eyes at Lin Muer and walked out of the room.

Lin Muer vigilantly gazed at Mo Le's back figure, playfully sticking out her tongue, she then leaned on the piano and curiously looked at Yan Yun, and said after a long while: "Future Brother-in-law, you played well, almost like Sister Le Le."

Yan Yun stared at Lin Muer and nodded, thinking that Mu Er was still as obedient as she was, her words were also very nice, she called him a Future Brother-in-law and made him float in the wind, unlike Mo Le who was not only unreasonable, but also lacking in credibility.