Ding Mo

Back then, he was still very poor, and his mood soured after losing a competition. She secretly bought him food to eat and even made him weed the yard as a chore.
He squatted amidst the weeds, with a tragic-hero look on his face, "Look, Xunsheng, all this is the empire I have conquered for you!"
Xu Xunsheng: "Idiot."
…
Latter, he stood before millions, with the empire at his back. But the only question he wanted to ask was, "Can we keep loving each other?"
Just like back in the day, when you fell in love with a me who had nothing.

Faithful in love

Just then, Xu Xunsheng's ancient zither joined in. She too lightly plucked a melody, in harmony with them. Thus, you could see the change in the audience's expressions, because in that perfect melody, suddenly there was antiquity, there was a kind of lingering and profound flavor.


If one were to say what kind of music always captivates the audience, there is only one kind.


That is the music which touches and stirs the heart.


A few judges also revealed expressions of approval, and of course, some wanted to get a clear look at this new musician's face, a woman's face. Unfortunately, Xu Xunsheng's visage was always bowed, all they could see was a touch of red lips and a chin as white and delicate as jade.


Cen Ye picked up the microphone, you couldn't even tell where his breath originated from, such a voice as though moonlight reflected on the rocks in the water, that clear yet not thin, gentle yet not superficial sound, just like that, it blended into the music.


Chapter 27 Who Provokes the Sharp Edge (Part 2)_2