The melodious songs are blown in the night sky.
The play of leaves is not like a flute or a piano.
It has a unique style, as if someone has made the spring breeze strings, and under the gentle song are countless bright spring flowers.
For a moment, I don’t know if the night is drunk or the song is drunk.
Cui Tianze and Le Nan opened their mouths and listened to a song.
After the song ended, the two of them immediately said to be a pussy.
“Bao, babe – insect! Teacher, it’s not that you, it’s that the insect just now.”
“Yes, yes, Feng Yin – this is so amazing! I always thought this is the skill in the novel. Can it be blown out? How did it be done?”
Le Nan, a musician who is well aware of Feng Yin’s move at this moment, was really curious about Feng Yin.
Feng Yin sat down casually, with one leg swinging in the air, and Le Nan and Cui Tianzexin were trembling.
“Not every leaf can be done, it depends on the pattern, thickness, and shape of the leaves. Leaves are just one of them. In addition, it is required that the person who plays the show breaths continuously. In short, it is not a simple thing.”
Le Nan nodded repeatedly, it is definitely not simple. But he was still very curious.
“Want to learn?”
Le Nan’s eyes lit up a little.
“Wait.”
Feng Yin stood up flexibly, picked a lot of leaves from the branches, and after sitting down, he showed them to Le Nan one by one, telling him what kind of leaves to choose.
Finally, Le Nan and Cui Tianze all separated a leaf. Under Feng Yin’s guidance, Le Nan blew a sound and Cui Tianze blew a spit.
Cui Tianze gave up with his self-awareness.
Le Nan can’t play the rhythm, but it’s also very good to make sounds.
Feng Yin also said with great satisfaction: “It seems that you have a solid music theory and have a good grasp of the breathing rhythm. No wonder you can be good at singing and dancing.”