The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

It has to be said that Smith was fully prepared, including recording equipment and cameras, everything was ready.

He waited in Qingyang City for several months just to wait for Yan Tao's nod.

Yan Tao walked in and was silent for a moment when his eyes scanned the various equipment in the living room.

"Come on, let's get to know each other. This is my friend, Yan, who is also the songwriter of Xingyun."

There were seven or eight people in the living room, all members of Smith's team.

They had already heard Smith talk about Starfall.

Smith's arrogant temperament, persistence in music and profound attainments are the reasons why they follow Smith.

Not even music masters of the same status as Smith have such high regard for him.

But he had all kinds of complimentary words for this Chinese boy.

Just now, they were discussing whether the young man was coming.

really.

The people in Smith's team are basically foreigners, Caucasians with tall noses and deep eyes.

When the boy in white clothes stepped in, they were all stunned for a moment.

Surprisingly beautiful.

They were a little stunned. The young man smiled and said in a gentle voice, "Hello."

"Hello."

"Hello."

"..."

After saying hello.

Yan Tao: "Let's get started."

"Aren't you going to get ready?"

Smith gestured, "Let's practice first or something?"

"No need, let's get started."

During the time when she was writing "Starfall", she couldn't sleep day and night. As soon as she closed her eyes, she could see morning stars exploding before her eyes, and the stars turned into fireworks.

This piece of music was composed by her subordinates and brothers.

Yan Tao sat on the piano stool.

"Don't show my full face."

The photographer was holding a camera in front of the piano. When he heard this, he subconsciously looked at Smith.

"If Yan doesn't like it, then we won't take the photo. Let's take a profile shot."

"Is this okay?"

"As long as the music can be recorded completely, that's the best."

Smith stood in the corner with students, some of whom had never heard the piece.

They want to hear it too.

Smith said it was music that could make people's blood boil and their eardrums explode.

Yan Tao stretched out his hand, placed his slender jade-like hands on the black and white keys, and pressed the first note.

In fact, this piece may be more suitable for Starfield's instruments.

The students who heard the sound had exactly the same reaction as Smith when they heard it for the first time.

The whole heart seems to be controlled by the sound of the piano, rising and falling as it rises.

The first section was still pastoral and peaceful, as peaceful as a paradise. When they listened, they even had the urge to enter the world in the music.

The second section, mutation, only in a moment.

The young man's fingers were dancing on the keyboard. Following the music, he suddenly opened his thin lips and began to sing.

It was a language that no one had ever heard of.

Strange, with a mysterious metallic texture, spit out from the young man's thin lips.

However, unexpectedly, he wanted to make peace with Qinqu.

The two complemented each other, and the song was like the sound of a piano. When Yan Tao hit the high note, the hearts of everyone in the room were shocked at the same time.

How could there be such music and singing!

It seems that it is another world.

The real interstellar world, where there are majestic starships, the vast sky and the universe, and the whole galaxy is brilliant.

When the stars fall, when the nebulae scatter, and when the galaxies turn into smoke, they are still powerless, grief-stricken and helpless.

Sing a song.

They still stood there blankly, their minds still immersed in the music played by the young man...