What are you singing? Everything you sing is pale in front of such a exquisite piano piece. At this time, he remembered a folk song his sister once brought back from Huangjia Village. This folk song is said to be written by an old man in his seventies and a work of reading thousands of sails and watching life and death. It once made a very famous female writer dream of her. He listened it himself and remembered it deeply.

"I will use the bamboo flute to play a folk song from Huangjia Village for everyone"

“In that far away place

A good girl

People walked past her account

Everyone has to look back and look nostalgically

Her pink smile

It looks like the red sun

Her beautiful eyes

It's like the bright moon at night

…….”

The whole audience was silent, but I didn't expect that the bamboo flute could also play such a beautiful and moving song. Everyone was intoxicated by the beautiful melody. After all, it was the first time I listened to it, and the shocking effect was even more obvious. Dazhuang found that the goddess's eyes were full of tide. Could another fan appear?

At the end of the song, there were applause like a tide.

When the piano meets the bamboo flute, the piano music meets the folk song, what kind of chemical reaction will happen when the goddess meets the grassroots?

Sometimes the simpler it is, the more charming it is, and the more mysterious it is. Just like when we look up at the starry sky, the simple flashes will make you think a lot. What's more, such a pure and beautiful song is expressed by the simplest bamboo flute, which is simply a natural sound for Ruoshui, who is used to listening to symphony music.

The goddess flew over like a dragonfly, holding her skirt.

"Mr. Dazhuang, the song you played is so intoxicating. Do this folk song have lyrics?"

"Yes, it's called a distant place." Dazhuang recited the lyrics to her in a melodious tone. Ruoshui closed her eyes slightly and was already intoxicated by this romantic love.

"It's so beautiful, it's written into my heart, no, it's written into my dreams." Another girl with dreams, even though she is a goddess.

"Mr. Dazhuang, I sincerely invite you to visit our school when you have time." Ruoshui looked at Dazhuang carefully at this moment, and saw that he was gentle and majestic with a handsome face, with a firmness on his handsome face.

At this time, someone was unhappy. His name was Miluo, the second son of the village chief of Mijia. He also studied in Oujia Village since he was a child and has been chasing Ruoshui for many years.

"Hello, Mr. Dazhuang, I am Mijia Miro. I heard that your Sujia Village is still very backward, eggs and milk are very expensive, and the people are still worried about food and clothing. Is it true?" Unscrupulous provocation.

Dazhuang felt that he could not talk about this topic with him. I could not be more vulgar than him. Especially in front of the goddess.

"But, our Su family has a long history. We like music and literature. We are very happy." Dazhuang's answer made Miro's fist seem to hit cotton.

"Then do you know how to play the piano? Do you know Shawang and have you seen sunflowers?" If Miro knew that he was Old Man Su's son, he would not have asked like this. Just because of such a vulgar name, Miro concluded that he was a grassroots who could sing folk songs.

Love and jealousy can always make people stupid and ridiculous.

At this time, Ruoshui also felt that Miro was too aggressive and said, "Let's talk about some poetry topics." Miro was secretly happy. This was his strength, he was ready, and he could take the opportunity to confess to the goddess. So he stood up and said to everyone, "Today I will recite a poem to dedicate to the beautiful girl Ruoshui. Then he read it with great affection:

“I want to

I want to be an umbrella in your hand

Shelter you from the wind and rain

I wish I was a butterfly beside you

Dance for you

I wish I was a piano in your heart

Play the most beautiful music for you

Miro used all his strength to mobilize every emotional cell and fully expressed his love. If he could, he would be willing to kneel down to Ruoshui.

It was indeed very well prepared and sensational. Everyone responded with warm applause. Miro was a little moved by himself, but Ruoshui's eyes just now made him jealous and he had to compare Dazhuang. Miro continued to shout: Let's also invite the grassroots singer in Sujia Village to write a poem for us, okay?" Miro at this moment had the pride of a winner.

Poetry is not so easy to hold. Ruoshui is also looking forward to Dazhuang's performance, and she inexplicably hopes that he can amazed the audience again.

"This licking dog is enough. Can poetry be so easy to hold on? Plagiarism will make you even more successful." Fortunately, I recited a lot of good poems in my previous life, which was enough to deal with.
Chapter completed!