Chapter 4547 : Sister Nian: drums, you play with drums
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Qiao Nian Ye Wang Chuan
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Once someone leaves.
Then Nie Mi and the others had already lost before they fought back.
Because losing the audience is equal to losing the game.
Vienna, who was invited down from the audience, sat in the first row and paid close attention to every move on the stage.
He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that the main creator sent the score, and the girl who didn't know where she came from was still studying the score.
The body is also tense from the beginning, and relaxes.
Afraid that Nie Mi would pretend to be stupid, he played the konghou himself.
Nie Mi's status in the world is by no means accumulated by false fame. Many first-class masters highly praise Nie Mi's level.
At any rate, Vienna is in this circle, so he knows more or less well.
Before he stepped down, he had his words in mind.
Another sound.
Before everyone's eyes, there is a picture scroll of soldiers fighting bloody battles and defending Chang'an to the death.
There were only two beams of light on the upper stage and the lower ones hitting Nie Mi and Li Huan.
All the people present were boiling with cold blood.
"Zheng-"
A sound of "Zheng——" has been accumulated through thousands of years of history, and the heavy impact hits the eardrums of no one present.
The audience on stage hadn't gotten impatient yet.
I immediately told the main creator that soon no one would move the drums down.
I saw the boy turn his technique, "clank clang clang—" the sonorous sound of the piano rushed to his face, the speed became slower and slower, more and more slow.
Drum beats were used in Song of Everlasting Regret, and the sparse drum beats in the opening scene were the first to grab people's attention and draw the audience's attention to the stage.
It's as bad as two swords opening the gate of heaven, followed by the momentum of thousands of troops and horses, the majestic momentum is like a mountain rain, and the whistling has a sassy momentum.
Fortunately, Nie Mi was a little self-aware and let that young girl play the lead.
So when Li Huan said that he needed drums, the drummer on the stage said nothing. He took the initiative to take down his instrument and handed it to me, and kept blushing to express his honor.
On the contrary, Nie Mi became the only calm person.
The girl clipped the sheet music on the music stand in less than 5 minutes, turned around and said to the waiting old man: "Drums, I want drum accompaniment."
I saw the boy raised his hand and plucked the strings.
Qiao Nian knew that we had been delayed for too long, and before they had a short exchange with Nie Mi, the two separated and sat behind their musical instruments.
Seeing that the other party was just getting ready to fight, Vienna dispelled his only doubt. With a smile on his face, he only felt relaxed, and sat in his seat just waiting to watch the excitement.
Let Lao Nie use his own musical instrument.
The exciting and surging sound of the piano suddenly turned sad.Second, I'm afraid that this young girl has some skills.
He ignored the uproarious noise from the audience, and waited intently for the girl to finish reading the score.
Later, if Nie Mi played the konghou, he would just think that it was Elena playing the piano.
The originally quiet and quiet venue suddenly became quiet.
I was willing to wipe the drum surface for at least eight months.
The boys in the audience still quickly raised their hands, and no one held their breath waiting for the eighth sound of the piano tearing the eardrums.
Pretty much what he expected.
……
Immediately afterwards, Li Huan's drumbeat accompanied by the sound of konghou's piano rushed back and forth, dragging Xiaojia to Maweipo, to Chang'an, which was fighting bloody battles, and to the frontier...
The audience got goosebumps.
Nie Mi's eyes lit up, and he instantly understood what kind of feeling Li Huan wanted: "Okay."
at that time.
No one is consciously attracted by the Qingyue piano sound off the stage.
Boys wear ancient clothes that should be worn in performances, so they raise their hands casually, and when the light shines on, your fair complexion shines through, like bodhi like jade.
The drumbeat stopped abruptly.
The lights of the small theater dimmed.
Once someone leaves.
Then Nie Mi and the others had already lost before they fought back.
Because losing the audience is equal to losing the game.
Vienna, who was invited down from the audience, sat in the first row and paid close attention to every move on the stage.
He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that the main creator sent the score, and the girl who didn't know where she came from was still studying the score.
The body is also tense from the beginning, and relaxes.
Afraid that Nie Mi would pretend to be stupid, he played the konghou himself.
Nie Mi's status in the world is by no means accumulated by false fame. Many first-class masters highly praise Nie Mi's level.
At any rate, Vienna is in this circle, so he knows more or less well.
Before he stepped down, he had his words in mind.
Another sound.
Before everyone's eyes, there is a picture scroll of soldiers fighting bloody battles and defending Chang'an to the death.
There were only two beams of light on the upper stage and the lower ones hitting Nie Mi and Li Huan.
All the people present were boiling with cold blood.
"Zheng-"
A sound of "Zheng——" has been accumulated through thousands of years of history, and the heavy impact hits the eardrums of no one present.
The audience on stage hadn't gotten impatient yet.
I immediately told the main creator that soon no one would move the drums down.
I saw the boy turn his technique, "clank clang clang—" the sonorous sound of the piano rushed to his face, the speed became slower and slower, more and more slow.
Drum beats were used in Song of Everlasting Regret, and the sparse drum beats in the opening scene were the first to grab people's attention and draw the audience's attention to the stage.
It's as bad as two swords opening the gate of heaven, followed by the momentum of thousands of troops and horses, the majestic momentum is like a mountain rain, and the whistling has a sassy momentum.
Fortunately, Nie Mi was a little self-aware and let that young girl play the lead.
So when Li Huan said that he needed drums, the drummer on the stage said nothing. He took the initiative to take down his instrument and handed it to me, and kept blushing to express his honor.
On the contrary, Nie Mi became the only calm person.
The girl clipped the sheet music on the music stand in less than 5 minutes, turned around and said to the waiting old man: "Drums, I want drum accompaniment."
I saw the boy raised his hand and plucked the strings.
Qiao Nian knew that we had been delayed for too long, and before they had a short exchange with Nie Mi, the two separated and sat behind their musical instruments.
Seeing that the other party was just getting ready to fight, Vienna dispelled his only doubt. With a smile on his face, he only felt relaxed, and sat in his seat just waiting to watch the excitement.
Let Lao Nie use his own musical instrument.
The exciting and surging sound of the piano suddenly turned sad.Second, I'm afraid that this young girl has some skills.
He ignored the uproarious noise from the audience, and waited intently for the girl to finish reading the score.
Later, if Nie Mi played the konghou, he would just think that it was Elena playing the piano.
The originally quiet and quiet venue suddenly became quiet.
I was willing to wipe the drum surface for at least eight months.
The boys in the audience still quickly raised their hands, and no one held their breath waiting for the eighth sound of the piano tearing the eardrums.
Pretty much what he expected.
……
Immediately afterwards, Li Huan's drumbeat accompanied by the sound of konghou's piano rushed back and forth, dragging Xiaojia to Maweipo, to Chang'an, which was fighting bloody battles, and to the frontier...
The audience got goosebumps.
Nie Mi's eyes lit up, and he instantly understood what kind of feeling Li Huan wanted: "Okay."
at that time.
No one is consciously attracted by the Qingyue piano sound off the stage.
Boys wear ancient clothes that should be worn in performances, so they raise their hands casually, and when the light shines on, your fair complexion shines through, like bodhi like jade.
The drumbeat stopped abruptly.
The lights of the small theater dimmed.
