Chapter 1093 I Already Belong to My Heart
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"Well, why don't you just pretend that I haven't passed? You should keep playing the piano when it's time." Zhang Shizhao looked at him, how could he not understand what he was thinking. With his talent, even if he practiced hard and achieved some success, could he surpass Huangfu Qingjue?
I originally scolded him a few words to make him wake up and let go, but unexpectedly it pushed him to another extreme. Zhang Shizhao was also a little helpless.
"I already...have...a place...in my heart. What...what's the use of the harp?" Zhang Yuhong shook his head and sighed. He wanted to smash the harp, but he was a little reluctant to let it go. He couldn't help playing the harp and singing, "Although the flowing water is ruthless, the falling flowers But intentionally..."
The low and slightly magnetic voice drifted away with the wind, carrying unspeakable resentment and endless sadness. I have to say that Zhang Yuhong actually has a pretty good voice. People have the capital to show off their elegance.
Zhang Shizhao turned around and left, but suddenly turned around and looked at Zhang Yuhong in surprise: "Yuhong, you just..."
"What...what happened?" Zhang Yuhong stopped and looked at his father inexplicably.
"You stopped stuttering just now." Zhang Shizhao said in surprise.
"Yes...yes..., no...no stuttering...stuttering." Zhang Yuhong also realized that when he sang that song just now, he really stopped stuttering, but this time he started talking again.
"Try playing the piano and singing a few more lines." Zhang Shizhao quickly thought of the reason and urged.
"Okay, okay." Zhang Yuhong quickly played the piano and sang a song, and sure enough, he didn't stutter at all.
"So this can cure your stutter, great, great." Zhang Shizhao said happily.
"But...but...you can't...all...sing like this, right?" Zhang Yuhong was very happy at first, but soon turned bitter.
"What does it matter? It's better than this." Zhang Shizhao felt dizzy when he heard him stutter, and even his scalp felt numb.
"Then... Okay, father, you go to bed first. I have something to think about." Zhang Yuhong just said the first sentence, but he felt strenuous. He couldn't help but play the piano while half speaking and half singing. It turned out to be much smoother.
But it went smoothly, but the tone was so weird. Isn't that nonsense? It's no problem to ask him to sing some music. Every sentence can be sung in a nice tune. How can he be so awesome?
Zhang Shizhao's scalp was only numb just now, but his whole body was still numb and trembling as if he had received an electric shock.
"Speaking and singing, is it really better than stuttering?" Zhang Shizhao trembled all over, why did he feel that he was suffering the same pain? If Ling Chuxi were here, everyone would be stunned. These two father and sons also invented two rap arts?
"I'm leaving first, you can think about it yourself." Zhang Shizhao was afraid that he would be completely numb if he stayed any longer, so he ran away quickly. No matter whether he talks or sings, no matter whether he wants to continue being a playboy or concentrate on martial arts, as long as he can cheer up, it is a good thing, and Zhang Shizhao is too lazy to worry about it.
Zhang Yuhong nodded, played the piano and practiced rapping for a while, then drew out his long sword and started practicing like a convulsion.
Early the next morning, Elder Yuan announced yesterday's decision to the descendants of the sect.
As several people thought before, when they first heard the news, everyone was inevitably disappointed and depressed. Rebuilding the sect and returning to the gate was their childhood hope, and it was also the wish of their ancestors for thousands of years.
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