Summer Yan talk about a "light dance", which is the most popular song in the palace, she often plays, the method is familiar, the rhythm and rhythm of the rhythm is just right.Let the listener follow her harp as if she saw a young woman dancing in the snow.It was a beautiful, light dance, and it was filled with.

Looking at the scene one by one, she closed her eyes and enjoyed her harp-obsessed, Xia Huan finally showed a proud smile.

Finally, she had a chance to take a break.

No one can refuse her harp, and even the Queen Mother is appreciative, and it is impossible to fold the ears of these rural poor people.

The sound is over, the sound is loud.People opened their ears, and clearly played a song, but they felt that they had not returned to God in the music.What is called three days around the beam, not incessantly, now they finally know.

Even the old man nods his head while listening.But he didn’t have too many surprised faces.After all, Xia Yan often plays this song in the palace, and he listens to it more, so it is not uncommon.

Now he is looking forward to what kind of music Fang Yao will play to catch everyone's ears.

Mo Yan and Mo Chen also looked at Fang Yao with expectation.

She had known her for so long, and had never known her that she would play.Poetry is also the first time I have seen it.

The first set opened his eyes, and in the second, I don't know if this piano art will surprise him again.

Mo looked at the field calmly as the original square table, the eyes are deep, tender.I didn’t even notice that Xia Yan looked at him at the moment.

Her harping to everyone, she hoped that Mo Yi could applaud herself.But when she looked at him, his eyes were only on the girl.

Summer Yan's mood just getting better suddenly sank again.

She looked at him with a quick glance.What is so good about this bitch, where it is worth paying so much attention and care to his brother.

Wait, see how she beats her, compares her.

She wants to let Mo Yi know that she is the best woman in the world.

“Vice President, it’s up to you.”The old man reminded Fang Yao.

The latter nodded slightly, and when the two hands were raised on the piano, the lips were ripped out of a faint smile.Such as the lilies in the wind, such as the white lily in the snow, calm and elegant, charming dazzling.

It was also at this time that everyone remembered to compare the appearance of Fang Yao and Xia Yan together.

In terms of the five senses, each has its own staggers.As for temperament, summer Yan is noble but also brute, some of them are arrogant, making people feel that kind of nobleness is only the status of princess.But Fang Yao is different, growing up in ordinary families and born in the land of the poor.But she knows the book, treats people modestly, gentle and intelligent, and Fang Yao is more noble and more feng seq. than the proud summer swallow.

In this way, the face of the summer swallow is still a long-lost city, and it becomes not so good.

Everyone looks at the heart, the skin looks better, and soon gets tired.But if the heart is good, even if it is ordinary, it is patient.Moreover, Fang Yao's appearance is no worse than that of Xia Huanyan.On the contrary, she was calm and elegant, and she was even better than the summer.

“What song are you playing?”The old man asked.

“The snow was a bit sad.It’s fast now, okay?”Fang Yao caressed the chord.

“Well, first of all, let’s not be ingenious.What is the name?”

“Honour and praise!”

Happy to praise?

I haven’t heard this song, is there such a thing?

The old man thought to himself with a white beard.He also listened to the old hand, as if he had never heard a song like this.

Thinking, the sound of the piano is already ringing.

Not just the sound, but the song.

“Are you happy?”I am happy, are you happy, I am happy?Snow, sunshine, a glass of turbid wine, on the heart.Hundred flowers, red plums, winter go, spring future...”

The whole song, as Fang Yao said, is very happy.Especially the lyrics inside, except for the first two sentences, almost all of the back are three words.It sounds like a poem, it sounds like a poem.

With her singing and tunes, people also seem to see a beautiful picture, the snow in winter, the beauty of spring, the loss of flowers, this is the most natural phenomenon, there is beauty and depression and depression.But she sang it in this cheerful tone, as if winter were no longer cold, and spring and flowers blossomed, and depression and depression and depression seemed to have an indescribable beauty.

In short, people are deeply obsessed with the world in her lyrics.

Whether it is winter or hot summer, they are as full of expectations as spring.

Until the song stops, the piano is over.People seem to be exhausted, and her body is still rolling shoulders with her happy rhythm, patting her hands.Those who have the talent to dance are dancing.

For a long time, I don't know who found that Fang Yao's song had long since ended and rang out applause.Then they stopped the movement of the body and followed the pluck.

The warm applause was loud, as if it were a twilight.

It is also mixed with whistles to help express their love and joy for this song.

"The vice president said the first brisk, sure enough, this song is brisk."Kong Lao raised his hand, motioned for everyone to be quiet, smiled at Fang Yao, and the turbid old eyes were full of appreciation and relief at this moment, and when he saw this little girl at first sight, he was attracted by her smart eyes.It is said that the eye is a mirror through which the essence of man can be seen.He felt that he had such a pair of smart eyes, and his master must be wise.When he went to the library, when he read the "Bai Shi", he confirmed his guess.

Now, with her and summer Yan one game after another, let him look at her.No, not eye-catching, but with a new recognition, breaking the previous printing, with a new understanding.

She is not just smart.Her talent, intelligence and profound are not enough to describe, can only use the depth of these four words.Because she gave him another surprise, he did not know what Fang Yao still knew, what he was proficient in, what would happen, in short, he felt that what Fang Yao learned must understand beyond his imagination.

"Who made this song of joy, can you tell the vice president?"If there is a chance, I really want to get to know you.

The old man has a very eager communion with the talented people.He aspires to be friends with such people, to be confidants and confidants.

“Is the old man asking the words or the tone of this song?”Fang Yao asked.

"All asked."Kong Lao laughed, whether it is the composition of this tune or the lyrics of this song, must be extraordinary, he wants to know, want to know, want to make friends.

"The tune of this song is written by me, which I used to go to a place to listen to, a very popular song in the local area.There people will humming this tone, specifically who created, but I did not ask, but it was many years ago, I can not remember where.And what I just played, I also made some changes.As for the words, it is entirely the place I want to be happy at once.It's rude and simple, let Kong old joke."