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"Yes, Guo Zhengyang, what's the name of the piece you're playing?"

"Yes, tell me your name quickly. I'll download it to my phone and listen carefully. I was just so worried that I didn't listen too carefully."

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Yang Guangtao was not the only one who found this flute music shocking. After Yang Guangtao's words, Zhao Ke and Wen Xinya hurried over and sat on the other side of Guo Zhengyang, asking questions excitedly.

In the private room at this moment, because of the excited and shocked words of several people, the other boys and girls finally woke up. Even after waking up, Gu Mingwei and others still had a blank look in their eyes, and they all stared at Guo Zhengyang in a daze. For a moment, Gu Mingwei

and Li Chuncai also came over one after another, with equally wonderful expressions on their faces.

However, under the gaze of several people, Guo Zhengyang opened his mouth but said nothing.

What's the name of this piece?

He doesn't know...

Because he had never really given this piece of music a name, because this piece of music was created by him, and it already carries his lifelong memories and emotions. Therefore, as soon as he played the familiar piece of music just now, Guo Zhengyang naturally recalled it.

He recalled many past events and naturally poured his own feelings into them.

Bamboo flute, this instrument was indeed taught to him by a casual cultivator he was familiar with. That casual cultivator was also one of Guo Zhengyang's few friends in the spiritual realm. During the seven or eight years when Guo Zhengyang first entered the spiritual realm, he only played with Guo Zhengyang.

They are the most familiar with each other and have the best relationship. The two lonely ghosts in the middle and late stages of gathering souls help each other and support each other. They have experienced many ups and downs together, and when they are not fighting and practicing, that person often picks up a stick.

Play a tune on the bamboo flute.

It was at that time that Guo Zhengyang came into contact with this musical instrument.

From the beginning he was indifferent, but after listening to it more often, the other party's flute sound gradually brought back some memories and emotions. Then he gradually started to get in touch with it.

Speaking of which, Guo Zhengyang has some talent in this regard. At least this talent has been praised by that person more than once, and he is definitely a master in playing the bamboo flute. He studied with that person in his spare time until

His level has improved step by step, and in just five or six years, he has become as good as his opponent.

Later, Guo Zhengyang had a tendency to outperform others. Unfortunately, his friend died from the mouth of a monster during an expedition, and Guo Zhengyang only took back his friend's bamboo flute before leaving.

Later, although that person was gone, Guo Zhengyang would occasionally play a piece of music to relax during his iron-blooded career. Sometimes he would play music composed by that person. Sometimes, Guo Zhengyang would have an idea and play alone.

Create some scattered tunes.

It took about three or four years to finally evolve the piece of music in bits and pieces, and he also improved some details of this piece of music later. If the improved details are included, this piece of music has evolved from the very beginning.

It turns out that it took almost six or seven years for a certain fragment to finally take shape.

Even if this does not mean that he has been composing for six or seven years, but that he only took time to relax after six or seven years of leisure or iron-blooded killings, the leisure time of six or seven years still illustrates the background of this song.

However, although it took a long time to compose, Guo Zhengyang never gave him a name after composing it, because in the spiritual realm, flute music and so on were just his own way of relaxing, and he never thought about spreading a few pieces of music, so

He didn't give any names to the few flute songs he had written, because the names he thought of at first made him unsatisfied. He felt that he couldn't summarize this piece of music that contained a lifetime of memories and bitterness in just a few words. So he tried

After a few times, he no longer bothered to spend too much energy on this.

So now when Zhao Ke and others asked him about the name of the song, he really couldn't answer it for a while.

Unable to answer, Guo Zhengyang remained silent for a moment. When he asked again, he finally smiled and said, "I don't know what the name is either."

Several people were obviously in a daze before Guo Zhengyang added, "This is a piece written by a friend of mine. He didn't give it a name after composing it. I just learned to play the flute from him and then learned this piece."

Helpless, really helpless, he obviously wrote the music himself, but now he can only say that it was written by someone else.

After all, he is only a freshman, and his nineteenth birthday will not arrive until the Spring Festival. If he said that he wrote this song that is full of sorrow and vicissitudes of life, it would only make people confused and doubtful.

On the contrary, if you just say that you learned it from others, it will be much simpler and easier for others to believe.

"Ah~ isn't it?"

"Pfft, are you kidding me? Such a beautiful song has no name?"

"Who is your friend? Damn it, this song he wrote is so great. Even though I don't understand music, I can still tell whether a song is good or not. I still feel very good about that song just now when I think about it.

It sounds so good that it makes me cry. It sounds so good, but it doesn’t have a name? Is your friend too lazy?"

"What a great person! If you can write such a beautiful song, you must be a great person!"

…………

When Guo Zhengyang finished speaking, Zhao Ke, Yang Guangtao and others were stunned again, and then they all spoke wordlessly, and some even uttered obscenities wordlessly.

Isn’t it true that the person who wrote such a good piece of music can’t even be named?

"By the way, has your friend recorded this song or uploaded it to the Internet?" After being speechless for a moment, Wen Xinya suddenly spoke again, with a strange look on her face.

And Guo Zhengyang also shook his head calmly, of course not.

"What should I do? I still want to hear it."

"I also want to play it again, Lao Guo, and I will record it on my mobile phone."

"Haha, yes, you blow again."

…………

This piece indeed contains too many emotions and too many touching movements. After all, this is Guo Zhengyang, an old guy who has lived for decades. He has written all the emotions such as unwillingness to fate, sadness, and sadness in his life. This piece of music

, the tune is soft and sweet, but it carries the emotions of his life. In addition, he himself is talented in this area and has been coached by famous players for many years. His performance level itself is at the master level.

Therefore, this piece of music is by no means comparable to ordinary pop music. Its connotation and artistic conception are enough to make anyone who hears it have a long aftertaste and be unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

In the last life, after the familiar casual cultivator passed away, Guo Zhengyang also met some other friends and treated him like his own brother. In the end, Yang Zhiming was captured and suffered eternal torture, or he was rescued twice.

, and then often walked together, secretly expressing their love for him, and finally even risking her own body to fight for his chance of survival. Song Yiyi was with those friends, and whenever he played the flute music, Song Yiyi would never tire of listening to it.

, sitting quietly by his side, and being excited by his playing every time. Even Yang Zhiming, a heroic man, ostensibly disdained such music, but in fact he often kept a distance from him secretly.

If you listen quietly, you can easily be influenced by Guo Zhengyang's performance.

Therefore, it is not too surprising that Zhao Ke and others in front of them were completely shocked after listening to it only once. The charm of music has nothing to do with whether you are a monk or a mortal. As long as you are emotional, you will be moved by the flute.

Sound captures emotions.

However, at the request of a group of people, Guo Zhengyang also started to laugh and cry, bragging again? And these guys want to record it?

This... this, he has already played it once anyway, and it seems that it is not bad to play it a second time. Guo Zhengyang can only nod helplessly.

He nodded, and several young men and women suddenly cheered, and then they all took out their mobile phones.

"Start quickly, I'm ready."

…

After Yang Xin from the crowd urged him, Guo Zhengyang calmly put the flute to his mouth and started playing again.

During the quiet playing, several other people were unknowingly captured by the sound of the flute and immersed in this soul-stirring music.

Although it was already the second time, some people still suddenly became red-eyed after listening to it, but this time, some people were still able to stay awake despite the shock and excitement.

Zhao Ke just stayed awake, looking at Guo Zhengyang with red eyes, and then at his phone. As he flipped it back and forth, the girl gradually became obsessed with staring at Guo Zhengyang.

Because now, not only is the sound of music moving, but Guo Zhengyang, who is sitting there playing quietly, seems to be exuding infinite charm. His elegant playing, his fingers dancing like blooming flowers, and his handsome and sunny face are all like

It was generating endless attraction, causing her heartbeat to beat faster and faster without her realizing it, and even her breathing gradually became rapid, and then gradually became stagnant.

She is like this, and Wen Xinya is almost the same. Today is the first time she has met these people from Class 8 of Dongda University. Her first impression of Guo Zhengyang is that although she thinks this guy is very handsome, she has seen many handsome guys. Although he has a handsome face,

People can't help but want to take a few more glances, but that's just admiration. But now, Guo Zhengyang, who is playing the bamboo flute, is really not only handsome, with his seriousness and devotion when playing, and his handsome lips.

With gentle agitation, the beautiful music that makes people's heartbeat can't be extricated began to slowly release, going straight into the depths of people's souls. Such a scene also made her heart beat wildly when she saw it, and her pretty face turned red unconsciously.

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"Hey, I'm sorry, that's not right. Damn it, this kid is so good at it that he has mesmerized all the beauties." Most of the girls were confused by Guo Zhengyang's performance. They were shocked by the music.

He caught the heart's heartbeat and excitement, and his face was slightly red and shy because of Guo Zhengyang's flirting. But among the boys, Gu Mingwei, who was wiping his eyes, suddenly glanced at several girls, and then cursed in his heart.

He had this reaction because he suddenly discovered that Guo Zhengyang looked really handsome and charming when he played the bamboo flute, which made him jealous. He followed Caisheng out to watch the girls' reactions, but when he saw it, he immediately became stupid.

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But even as he was cursing, Gu Mingwei couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes, and soon his soul was captured by the music and his thoughts were flying, because this bamboo flute solo was really moving. (To be continued.
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