Chapter 1238 Winter Is Coming

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If everyone knew what Ye Hong was thinking, they would definitely be shocked by Ye Hong's arrogance again.

It's a pity that no one can see through Ye Hong's mind.

In a strange atmosphere, a melodious piano sound began to slowly emanate from the afterglow of Songqiao.

The sound of the piano was as elegant as the wind, gently blowing on the hearts of everyone.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment, then suddenly began to silently close their eyes and enjoy the melody.

Cang Songlin, who was dozing off in the jury's chair, suddenly opened his eyes and frowned, "I underestimate this girl.

But that's all, it's still a little worse than Song Shuzhouruo and the others..."

Before he finished speaking, the music in his ears suddenly changed!

The sound of the piano suddenly rose from low and melodious, and turned into a violent storm!

Everyone trembled lightly, as if they could feel the depressing feeling that was filled with the downpour that day.

But at the same time, the dry heat that had permeated everyone's body seemed to be dissipated by the heavy rain.

The strange sound on the field gradually disappeared, and suddenly fell into a strange silence.

Everyone closed their eyes silently, immersed in this mood, and couldn't help breaking.

Cang Songlin's face has begun to look ugly.

Some of the judges beside him praised: "I have rarely heard such a profound musical instrument."

"The key is that it was created by others."

"This son is amazing!"

Listening to the praise from the other judges, Cangsong Rin's face became more and more ugly.

The higher everyone's evaluation of this song, the more ridiculous what Cangsong Rin said before.

Therefore, every time Yao Ling played a note, Cangsong Rin would be irritated.

He could not wait to step forward and grab the guqin in Yao Ling's hand, and shouted: "Don't play it, I'll lose my face if I play it again!"

And the one with the same gloomy face as Cangsong Rin, of course, was the Yitian Tulong combination who had previously believed that they had the winning ticket.

Song Shu and Zhou Ruo stared gloomily at Yao Ling who was playing seriously on the stage, gnashing their teeth for a while.

Of course they could hear the beauty of the piece.

But the key is that people are playing solo!

With one enemy and two, Song Shu and Zhou Ruo felt an extreme contempt.

And just when everyone thought that this song would end in the pouring rain, Yao Ling on the stage froze with ten fingers, with a solemn expression on his face.

From light, close, slow, twist, it suddenly began to become heavy.

Every time the strings are plucked, Yao Ling seems to have to use all her strength.

And under such hard work, the sound of the piano also changed from the continuous heavy rain to another style!

"Listen! It's the wind!"

"No...it's snow...so cold..."

The sound of the qin was stern, like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month blowing across the square.

Many people suddenly clasped their arms, only to feel a chill rise in their hearts.

What drowsiness, tiredness, enthusiasm... all vanished under the sound of the piano!

Between heaven and earth, it seems that only the cold winter and twelfth lunar month are left.

Winter is coming, it's freezing cold!

This is the climax and climax of the ancient song of "Winter" and the true core meaning of the song!

Many people have begun to chatter, looking at the awe-inspiring little girl on the field in horror.

The judges on the jury's seat could not sit still for a long time, and all stood up with a look of astonishment.

"[Happy Land]!"

"Yes, this must be the legendary playing realm [Music Realm] that can directly affect people's mood!"

"God, this little girl is so young, she can actually pop up [Legend]... I remember that she was only fifty years old when she was old..."

Halfway through what the man said, he didn't dare to say any more, and looked at Cang Songlin awkwardly.