But soon, he had no time to think more. He widened his eyes in shock and looked in disbelief at Ding Ning, who was playing the piano as elegantly as a prince.
As Ding Ning's slender fingers stroked the black and white keyboard, the beautiful melody instantly attracted everyone's attention, including Li Mingrui.
As a person who was praised as a piano genius by many highly respected musicians, he naturally had a high appreciation ability. From the sound of the piano, he could tell that Ding Ning's attainments in the piano were by no means ordinary, which made his heart tremble, and a strong sense of frustration instantly enveloped him.
The opening was a peaceful and soothing melody, which made people involuntarily think of the peaceful and beautiful life of human beings, and involuntarily smile. That was the yearning and longing for beautiful things in the depths of people's hearts. This was human nature and could not be erased.
But as Ding Ning's fingertips danced, with a clang, an accent step sounded, which added a sense of solemnity and sternness to the peaceful and beautiful life, making people's hearts suddenly tighten, as if dark clouds were covering their heads. There was a faint indescribable sense of oppression, as if this peaceful life was hiding many dangers, and a catastrophe was about to befall and destroy all this beautiful life.
Clang, clang, clang!
As Ding Ning's fingers turned into a series of shadows, he suddenly increased the strength of his playing. The hurried sound of the piano seemed to be telling everyone that they were right. Danger was coming, and the beautiful life would no longer exist.
Everyone was immersed in this tense and oppressive atmosphere, as if they were not listening to the piano, but watching a movie, a thrilling movie.
As the hurried sound of the piano slowly became soothing, people could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that the danger did not come, the expected disaster did not appear, and people could still live a beautiful and happy life.
But just at the moment when everyone was relieved, the sound of the piano, which had been either relaxed or hurried, suddenly changed and became full of murderous intent.
The strong sense of oppression and the sense of impending danger made their faces change dramatically, and they felt that the sky was about to collapse.
Sure enough, Ding Ning's music made them think of the tragic and infuriating scenes. The enemy invaded, mercilessly burned, looted, and slaughtered unarmed innocent people. Blood dyed the ground red, and countless people fled in panic.
The bloody massacre did not last for long. As the music changed, the images in everyone's minds changed. Countless families were destroyed, their faces pale and emaciated.
Their clothes were ragged, and their eyes were dull and lifeless, empty and desperate. No one spoke, only the arrogant and despotic laughter of the invaders, and the sound of whips whipping the enslaved people could be heard.
That kind of desolate, helpless, and hopeless atmosphere was so oppressive that it was suffocating. Their hearts felt heavy, filled with indescribable sorrow and anger.
Some sentimental people already had tears in their eyes, quietly wiping away the tears at the corners of their eyes. It was as if their relatives were among the refugees, making them empathize with them. Their hearts were filled with anger and sorrow, and they wished they could be at the scene and pick up weapons to fight against those evil invaders.
Dang!
As the sonorous and powerful sound of the zither rang out, it seemed to be playing a song of hope.
If they did not explode in silence, they would die in silence.
Some of the enslaved people finally had their blood aroused. They were unwilling to be invaded, enslaved, slaughtered, bullied, and even their wives and sisters became the playthings of the invaders. They decided to start resisting.
This immediately swept away the sadness and anger at the scene. They became excited and looked forward to the subsequent development of the matter. Did they succeed in resisting?
But the ideal was beautiful, and the reality was cruel. This time, the resistance had failed. Although the people who had been aroused were
Although the unarmed people killed some of the invaders who bullied and humiliated them, they did not have much room to fight back against the heavily armed invaders. They were quickly suppressed, and countless people who participated in the resistance were brutally suppressed.
The sound of the zither was sorrowful, as if it was playing a mournful tune for those brave rebels. The land was in a state of desolation, and it was a scene of disaster. Everyone could not help but have their eyes turn red, and a strong sense of despair arose in their hearts.
In this situation, what hope was there? Was the human race doomed just like that? They could not accept it. They could not accept it.
Li Mingrui's expression kept changing. Even he was immersed in the feeling of helplessness, sorrow, and despair. It was as if he was one of those people, watching his family being killed and his wife and sister being humiliated, but he was powerless and could only endure it silently.
Dong!
The sound of the zither changed again. It was heavy with gravity, silent with oppression. It was like a volcano that was constantly enshrouded with power, on the verge of erupting at any time. It seemed that although the resistance had failed, it had planted a seed of resistance in the hearts of others, bringing an undetectable glimmer of hope in despair.
People subconsciously held their breath, with a strong sense of expectation, waiting for the next eruption or death.
Soon, as the sound of the zither gradually became rapid and high-pitched, the second resistance finally broke out. But unfortunately, this time, the resistance still ended in failure.
This made the mood of the people present extremely depressed. There were even fragile girls who had already begun to sob in a low voice. They could not imagine how tragic that was.
Perhaps God would always give people a glimmer of hope. Although the resistance still failed this time, a few young people quietly escaped under the cover of the crowd.
There was a glimmer of hope in despair. The difficulty of this kind of playing, the mood described, was simply beyond the sky.
Even if Li Mingrui was proud and arrogant, he had to admit that Ding Ning's performance had surpassed those piano masters he had seen. And although the piano music he created, although he did not dare to say that it surpassed Chopin, it was definitely at the same level as him.
However, at this moment, he had no time to think too much. He was completely immersed in the story told by the sound of the zither.
Xilin was intoxicated and had forgotten that she had mocked Ding Ning before. She had also forgotten that he was her best friend's boyfriend, and she had even forgotten that she was a married woman. She stared at him with intoxicated and infatuated eyes, as if he was the Prince Charming she had been waiting for countless years.
Diba's heart was trembling. He looked at Ding Ning not only with shock, but also with deep infatuation and worship. He had actually used the sound of the zither to tell a thrilling story that shocked and affected everyone's hearts.
Could Chopin do this? Could Beethoven do it? Could Horowitz do it? Could Liszt do it? Could Tchaikovsky do it? Could Mozart do it?
The answer was yes. They could not do it, but Ding Ning did it, and it was an improvisation.
This was a man like a mystery. In this world, there seemed to be nothing he could not do. It seemed that since they met, he had always been constantly creating miracles, making people unable to stop and deeply immersed in him.
The ancients often said that men were talented and women were beautiful, and it was not without reason.
Women used their beauty to conquer men, but men used their talent to conquer the world.
And women, to men, were always just a part of the world, while men, to women, were often the whole world.
Perhaps this was very unfair, but in fact, for most women, this was an irrefutable fact.
At this moment, Diba only felt lucky. Lucky that in the vast sea of people, she could be overflowing with talent.
She got to know him, knew him, and fell in love with him. This was her happiness. She must hold it firmly in her hands and never let it slip through her fingers.
For a girl like Diba who worked hard in the entertainment industry, she was used to seeing handsome men and beautiful women. Even the most handsome man might not be able to move her, but talent was the only weapon to capture her heart.
What's more, in her heart, Ding Ning was full of mystery. He was young, rich, elegant, and humorous. He could act coquettishly and act cute. He could go to the main hall and the kitchen …
Well, Ding Ning's appearance was definitely good enough to go to the main hall, but whether he could go to the kitchen remained to be seen. But it did not matter. For such an excellent man, even if he could not go to the kitchen, it would only be a pity. He was already excellent enough, and there was no need to be picky about this imperfection.
Of course, if he had good cooking skills, it would be even more perfect. She was a famous foodie. If he wanted to win her heart, he had to conquer her stomach first.
Just as she was bashfully letting her imagination run wild, the sound of Ding Ning's zither changed again. A few heavy notes rang out, and the scene changed again. Looking at the Wolf Cavalry that had appeared in her mind before, she instantly forgot everything and was immersed in the anticipation of the answer that was about to come.
The few young people who had escaped finally found reinforcements. The man in colorful armor, who looked like a god of war, was silent as a mountain. He rode a red-haired monster and led his Wolf Cavalry into the invaders' mine, constantly rescuing the enslaved people one after another.
The sound of resistance was overwhelming and quickly swept across the entire land. Countless people who had suffered rushed to tell each other, resolutely picked up their weapons, and followed the man in colorful armor. They blew the horn to counterattack and began to continuously reclaim the lost land, beating the invaders into retreat.
Everyone became excited. Seeing how the arrogant and despotic invaders could not even withstand a single blow from the wolf cavalry, all of them felt exhilarated and exhilarated. Their blood boiled, and they wanted nothing more than to join the wolf cavalry and follow the five-colored war god to sweep through the battlefield.
Just as the human allied forces continued to grow and became evenly matched with the invaders, the sound of Ding Ning's zither suddenly changed and became low again.
Everyone's heart was suddenly raised with the low sound of the zither. This reminded them that the invaders' army was fully equipped, and their combat power far exceeded that of the temporarily assembled resistance army. In the final battle, could they really defeat the invaders, reclaim their homeland, and live a peaceful and beautiful life again?
This made everyone's heart become heavy again. They listened quietly and looked forward to the final ending of the story.
Clang, clang, clang!
The sound of the zither suddenly became high-pitched, as if the horn of war had been blown. The murderous intent of iron and blood assaulted everyone, making them shudder.
The entire private room was silent. Only the sometimes soothing and sometimes urgent sound of the zither reverberated.
Everyone clenched their fists nervously, and their muscles tightened. It was as if the murderous intent came through the sound of the zither, making them feel as if they were on the battlefield.
The two armies faced each other. Looking at the dense army of invaders in their minds, which outnumbered the human resistance army by dozens of times, everyone felt hopeless.
The invading army was well-armed and disciplined, while the resistance army, apart from the tens of thousands of Wolf Cavalry, were still well-equipped. The ragtag troops that had been assembled at the last minute were all dressed in coarse cloth and wielded inferior weapons. Some even held kitchen knives, hoes, and other farming tools. It was obvious that they were a motley crew.
How could they fight such a war where they were outnumbered and the gap between them was so obvious? How could they win?
Everyone's heart sank. What a good song, but the ending of the story was too tragic, and they could not accept it.
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