Swollen slag, he is so cute

Chapter 64

Holland followed the direction of Lilian's finger, and the stage was usually used for free activities and performances by the art department club.

Just now there were a few people dancing hip-hop, and they went down after dancing, so now there is no one, only a quiet beam of light in the center of the stage.

Hollander looked at Lilian, then at the piano in his hand, hesitant.

"Go, Holland, you promised me~" Lilian pushed Holland lightly again with a coquettish tone.

"Okay, what do you want to hear?"

Although he was a little reluctant, Holland also knew that he could never win against his sister, so it would be better to be obedient and obedient than to be bullied by her for a long time.

"It's all good, as long as you give it to me, I like it." Lilian blinked and smiled, and suddenly moved closer, and said something in his ear.

Holland nodded, took off his coat and handed it to her, took the violin and walked slowly onto the stage, stood on the edge of the beam of light, at the junction of light and darkness, bowed his head and adjusted the violin.

The light technique was projected on the top of his head, illuminating a black and white dividing line, he half-closed his eyes, and gently stroked the strings with his fingers.

He thought of the gift his father gave him, an ivory-white violin with a pure black bow, and a small crystal inlaid at the bottom of the bow.

When Holland stood on the stage, few people noticed.

Most of the audience who watched the hip-hop troupe's performance just now dispersed, and the rest were chatting among themselves.

I don't know who looked up inadvertently, and then exclaimed, so more and more people looked over.

They saw a blond boy in a white shirt standing in the center of the stage with his head slightly lowered, holding a violin in his hand. Under the black and white dividing line, only half of his face could be seen clearly.

Half appearing in the light and half hidden in the dark, the picture seems to be frozen at this moment, he looks extraordinarily quiet and full of mystery.

After the adjustment was finished, he walked into the white light unhurriedly, with bits and pieces of luster falling down layer by layer, as if there were bright little stars in the air, coating him with a layer of light. Blurred aperture.

The whole person is so white that it seems to be glowing.

It made everyone unable to take their eyes off.

The moment Holland raised his head, those people were stunned, their faces full of astonishment, and they exclaimed again and again.

"Like an angel."

I don't know who said that sentence, and everyone agreed in their hearts.

Holland took a step forward and walked in front of Mai, and the audience began to applaud.

Originally, Holland didn't pay much attention to their reactions, and only looked up when he heard the sparse applause.

These humans were looking at him in unison.

Facing so many gazes, he suddenly took a step back unconsciously.

Not stage fright, not nervous.

It's just that Holland suddenly remembered that a long time ago, when he was in the vampire gathering place, he was surrounded like this, but the eyes of those vampires...

Fear, hate, disgust.

When he thought of this matter, and when he thought of the eyes of his fellow clansmen, he felt like running away.

"Holland!"

Suddenly, he heard someone calling his name.

Looking down, the person standing under the stage was his sister. Lilian was looking at him expectantly, with a bright smile on her face.

The sound gave Holland some strength, and he broke free from the panic and woke up with a start.

By the way, that happened more than 100 years ago. He has already come out and left. Here are all human beings, not those of the same race.

But unavoidably, his fingers holding the bow trembled a little, and as the first tone slipped away from his fingertips, he could no longer control his emotions.

Those sadness and heaviness, loneliness and loneliness, all the memories and feelings of 200 years have been injected into the music at his fingertips, and the notes drift farther and farther through each note, surrounding the entire square.

Holland was obsessed with memories, so he didn't notice that more and more people noticed this place, and more and more people approached the stage.

When the song ended, he raised his head, and the whole square was silent.

I don't know when the big lights around the square were turned off, and the lights in the distance seemed to be at the other end of the universe, and he was the only one on the bright stage in the dark world here.

He had never seen such gazes before. The human beings in the audience were looking at him with deep gazes. Some were moved, some were sad, some were shocked, and some of them even had crystal tears in their eyes.

After a short period of silence, I don't know who was the first to applaud, and then it was like a swarm of heat waves, one after another, from near to far, hundreds of people in the square applauded excitedly, the applause was pushed higher and higher, and finally formed an overwhelming crowd. The tsunami pushed Hollander up high in the middle.

Ok? ? ?

Hollander didn't understand why they were so excited. In his opinion, it was just an impromptu song. He was a little stunned. He turned around and thought about it while holding the piano, but someone in the front row shouted: "Little brother, play another song!"

This voice seemed to resonate with countless people.

"Little brother, one more song!! One more song!!"

"Come on! Come on!!"

At the beginning, it was only girls screaming, but there were boys joining behind. Looking carefully, Hollander also saw Liu Qingtian and Yang Lin who had squeezed into the front row at some point. Seeing their posture, he wanted to jump up Call him.

Hollander was a little at a loss, even Lilian shouted along, and the stairs on the stage were blocked by cheering people.

It seems that if there is no more song, these people will not let him go.

"Okay." He said softly to Mai: "Then play another song."

After he finished speaking and put the violin on his shoulders, the whole square fell silent again.

If the song just now was just created by him through improvisation, then the next song has been heard by many people.

"Devil's Trill"

Because it has a rather weird story. It is said that the Italian violinist Tartini often dreamed of learning the most amazing violin skills in the world, so he once sold his soul to the devil in a dream in exchange for violin skills.

For many people, this is probably just a legend, a nonsense.

But when Holland played it, there was a moment.

——They even really believe that there are devils in this world.

Holland was overheated just now, so I started directly from the first part, like a carnival after a lament, those dreamy fast-paced notes poured out with Holland's fingers.

Unlike the stormy crazy rhythm and fast fingers, Holland has a calm face from beginning to end, and the angle of the shadow cast by the eyelashes has a cold taste.

He didn't inject too much emotion this time, maybe it should have been bland, but what people heard were cold and sharp notes, each tone seemed to be dancing on the tip of a silver knife!

Those perfect tremolos are like a lonely but extremely calm artist sitting in the cold rain, tearing his fingers with the strings, blood dripping on the ground and being washed by the water into the most weird light red.

He stared blankly at the world beyond the rain, feeling the pain in his fingertips, and clenched his hands weakly.

There may be many people on the other side of the rain, but none of them has anything to do with him. The devil whispers in his ear, and there is an unscrupulous conversation in the middle of the night. He was pulled into the icy cold lake, so as to fall into the endless abyss together.

The moment it sank to the bottom of the lake, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Holland opened his eyes and raised his head, his blue eyes were still calm.

There is no gorgeous movement, no passionate emotion, no passionate rhythm, only endless and eternal loneliness.

This is Holland, without any disguise, unintentionally showing his truest self in front of everyone.

But I don't know how charming he is like this.

His superb playing skills, casual and unexpected variations, and the wonderful music pouring out from his fingertips cannot suppress his own brilliance.

——He is more charming than the song.

This time the cheers and applause were even more enthusiastic, not only the people in the square just now, but also the people passing by, and even the vehicles stopped for him.

The camera on the stage was turned on at some point, and his performance was relayed to the electronic screens of the two shows in the square. The speakers were all turned on, and everyone heard and saw him.

A white Ferrari was parked on the side of the road. Gu Jingye and Feng Jiuge stood in front of the car, looking up at the indifferent Hollander on the big screen.

Feng Jiuge was applauding excitedly, but he didn't recognize the cute-looking but extremely aloof young man on the stage who was the dainty boy next to Gu Jingye that day.

"My God, there are such powerful people in your school! You are showing off your skills!" Feng Jiuge was full of praise: "I really want to know him!"

As the so-called layman watches the fun, the expert watches the doorway.

Most people only know that it sounds good, it sounds good, it sounds so good, but Feng Jiuge can tell that Hollander is more than amazing?Even the students who have graduated from their school are far inferior to him.

He even felt that the professors in his school, the violinists who had watched performances at the Paris Opera House before, were not as good as this person on the stage. Such a level is more than a professional?

"He must be a genius!"

Gu Jingye was also dumbfounded, and his heart was even more shocked.

He suddenly realized that he didn't seem to know this little sheep who was usually cute and cute.

He had never seen him like this.

Why did Holland never tell him that he can play the violin, and he is so good at it?

Holland on the stage met the human eyes again, and this time he saw something shiny in these human eyes.

He didn't know what it was, only that they seemed excited.

This was the first time he truly felt the crowd's feelings for him after leaving the vampire gathering place, and this feeling was very warm, sincere, and somewhat fanatical.

He touched his chest, and suddenly felt an indescribable feeling, as if something was beating slightly inside.

Under the cheers of everyone, this atmosphere turned into a wave of warmth and surged to his fingertips. This force drove him. When he played the first note, he couldn't stop.

A fast-paced joyful sonata.

Push the atmosphere of the whole square to the highest level!

I don't know who was the first to take the stage with a guitar. Later, the members of the art club who were scattered on the square came on the stage one by one, and there were even impromptu dancers from the dance club.

The colorful lights began to sweep, and the headlights on the square came on again.

It became a complete melee of music.

When the last note fell, the whole stage was still cheering.

However, Holland cleared his throat suddenly, attracting everyone's attention, and when the surroundings became quiet again, he calmly said a word to Mai: "The piece I played just now is for my dear Lilian. "

Lilian also asked him to say this sentence.

As soon as these words came out, there were meaningful "Wow~~" screams, and Holland lowered his head and pulled Lilian onto the stage.

Lilian threw herself into Holland's arms excitedly, put her arms around his neck, held his face and kissed him fiercely: "You are really amazing~~"

Holland didn't realize it himself, the corner of his mouth was hooked into a smile, and there was a bit of pampering in his eyes.

Who told this to be his sister?

Of course, in the eyes of others, this is not the case.

For example, Yanglin Liuqingtian, or Gu Jingye.

The faces of Hollander and Lilian were magnified several times on the electronic screen, and Gu Jingye saw all this clearly.

I saw that pretty little girl and saw the smile on the corner of Holland's mouth.

It was as if a needle had been pierced into his heart, and it was painful, accompanied by a sour taste.

Who is this woman?Why his little sheep would play for her, hug her, even smile at her.

He had never seen such a smile before!

People around are still cheering.

But Gu Jingye couldn't see anything anymore, only the scene just now was left, and then it kept playing back in his mind.

He pushed them away, wanted to go to Holland, wanted to hold him and ask him clearly.

But by the time he made his way through the crowd to the edge of the stage, Hollander was gone.

As soon as Holland got off the stage, he was surrounded by the crowd, and they all asked him to take photos and ask for his contact information. It was Yang Lin and Liu Qingtian who led the way and escorted them out.

I ran all the way and walked a long way, hiding behind the trees in the playground, so no one followed me.

"Damn, Holland, you're so awesome!"

Liu Qingtian didn't understand music, and he didn't have much artistic flair, so when Hollander played, other than the shock in his heart, his mind was full: Fuck, Fuck, it sounds so good!

He finally understood why Hollander said that the group of students' performances were amateurs. Compared with Hollander, they were just playing tricks!

"Student Sheep, I didn't see it, you are still a violin master!" Yang Lin was also very excited, obviously not yet come out of the joyous atmosphere just now, and exaggerated: "Madam is too good!"

Lilian smiled and said, "My Hollander can play more than just the violin."

Their father, Mr. Zach, was a music artist in the Baroque period, and he was already a master at that time.

Hollander's instruments are all taught by him.

During the more than 200 years in the castle, Hollander’s daily entertainment was only reading books, playing musical instruments, and occasionally going downstairs to water the flowers, but among the many musical instruments, the violin was his favorite and best at it.

In fact, even the most powerful masters of human beings started practicing from the moment of birth to the end of their lives, but it took only 90 years, but even if Hollander just practiced casually, the time was several times longer than theirs.

200-year-old violin master?

Let's say it's the devil.

"By the way, Junior Yang, this is...?" Yang Lin thought of Li Lian now, and hurriedly asked.

"Me~" Lilian half-closed her eyes and smiled, with a sly light shining in her brown eyes.

This familiar smile made Holland suddenly have a bad feeling.

"I'm Holland's girlfriend."

as predicted.

"Pfft——" Liu Qingtian almost choked on his saliva: "Ahem, what did you say? You're Hollander's girlfriend?!"

"Yes~"

"When did you guys get together?!"

Lilian touched her chin with her hand, turned her brown eyes, looked at the sky and thought for a while, and said innocently, "We were together just now."

"..."

Liu Qingtian and Yang Lin lost their language ability at the same time.

Holland had a calm expression on his face, even taking it for granted.

As someone who had been harmed by Lilian for decades, he wouldn't be too surprised by what Lilian did.

"Wait." Yang Lin looked dull and asked, "What about my boss? What should he do?"

"Didn't they break up?" Lilian said as she took Hollander's arm and slapped him on the face: "I saw it with my own eyes."

Yang Lin can imagine the hot topics on campus tomorrow.

Holland dumped Gu Jingye and showed off her affection for her new girlfriend in public.

And it looks so pretty.