Chapter 102

“This piece… is very good!”

“However, it has more elements of showing off technique. The greatest difficulty lies in the speed and the continuous and dense switching of semitones.”

“Although it looks flashy and is very intimidating.”

“But the melody itself is highly repetitive, and after long-term practice, it can still be mastered proficiently.”

“Since you are here to communicate, our department has several teachers…”

“Wait a minute!” Su Meng suddenly interrupted him and smiled slightly.

“Teacher Wu, since you are not very satisfied with this piece, I have written another piece, can you help me comment on it?”

There’s more?

Everyone was shocked.

You have such heaven-defying piano technique, and you can also write your own music?

One piece wasn’t enough, and there’s more?

Su Meng sighed deeply, with a nostalgic expression on his face.

“As everyone knows, I used to play the suona in the countryside for funerals, sending some deceased people on their final journey.”

“Everyone is no stranger to this kind of thing, it’s called… sending them off!”

“So last time when I helped someone send them off, I had a sudden inspiration and wrote a piano piece.”

“It’s called… ‘The Bell’!”

“Now, I will present this ‘The Bell’ to everyone!”

？？？？

Countless people were confused, and a bunch of question marks floated up slowly.

All your pieces are inspired while working at funerals?

Could it be that working at funerals is the greatest source of artistic inspiration?

When I can’t write a song, should I go to a funeral hall and play the suona?

When I can’t find my performance state, should I go to a funeral hall and cry for a while?

When I have writer’s block and can’t write a novel, should I go write a eulogy for a dead person?

Many people fell into deep thought.

But in the lecture hall, everyone felt bad.

It seemed like a cold wind was blowing through.

Presenting this “The Bell” to us?

Are you going to send… a bell (a homophone for funeral) to us?

“Old Liu… you’ve also written many songs, have you ever worked at funerals?”

In an office, Hu Zhengyuan looked at Liu Huan and couldn’t help asking.

Liu Huan was also completely confused.

“How is that possible?”

“I’m at least a person of the living world, how could I go work at funerals for no reason?”

Hu Zhengyuan frowned and said.

“I often hear people say that there is great terror between life and death, but also great opportunity.”

“Could it be that Xiao Meng’s creative ability is because he communicated with the yin and yang while working at funerals, and this is an epiphany?”

Liu Huan nodded, his face full of firmness.

“My current creative ability has entered a bottleneck period.”

“If this is really effective, then next time Xiao Meng goes to work at a funeral, I’ll go with him.”

Bai Bai Bai Xiaoling looked at this one, then at that one, and said quietly.

“Teachers, it’s already the year 3202, we have to be scientific.”

“Scientific?” Liu Huan shook his head and said earnestly.

“Xiao Ling, when you reach a certain level, you will find that what you need is an epiphany!”

“If you cross this threshold, you will leap over the dragon gate and be completely sublimated. If you can’t cross it, you can only stop here.”

“Yes.” Hu Zhengyuan rarely didn’t refute him, but nodded and continued.

“I can’t say about other things, but Xiao Meng’s suona technique has definitely broken through this level.”

“This might be because he had some inspiration while working at funerals… wait!”

Hu Zhengyuan suddenly remembered something, stared closely at Bai Bai Bai Xiaoling, and said word by word.

“The way you addressed us just now was… teachers?”

“Since when did this old rascal become your teacher too?”

Bai Bai Bai Xiaoling opened her mouth, but couldn’t say anything.

Sigh… why do I suddenly feel so tired.

……

“Hiss… terrifying!”

Only then did Duan Duan Jiangping wake up from the shock.

He was just an ordinary person and couldn’t see so many details.

He just saw Su Meng playing the piano incredibly fast, but it sounded very good, and he was directly shocked.

Sister Qin was also full of surprise.

“Xiao Meng can actually play the piano so well?”

“And can write piano music?”

“And wrote it so well?”

Duan Duan Jiangping glanced at her, unable to help but slander in his heart.

Tell me, you’ve been an agent for two years, what have you been doing?

But he didn’t dare to refute out loud, just added.

“Yes, it feels like this kid, ever since he participated in this program, or more accurately, after playing the suona once.”

“It’s like his Ren and Du meridians have been opened.”

“This is called accumulating and breaking out, it’s all because of the previous agent’s good leadership…”

Sister Qin showed a look of pride and was also very satisfied with his performance.

“Since Xiao Meng can better stimulate creative inspiration by working at gravesides, you should put more effort into it.”

“Spread the word in the circle, whoever kicks the bucket, our Xiao Meng can go to their graveside and play a few pieces…”

Before she could finish, her face changed drastically, and her voice was even trembling.

“No! Old Duan, do you think Xiao Meng might have… picked up something unclean at the graveside?”

“Could there be some thousand-year-old evil spirit or ten-thousand-year-old demon that possessed him and was reborn?”

“How is that possible?” Duan Duan Jiangping jumped up directly.

“Xiao Meng is still Xiao Meng, he’s still our Xiao Meng, how could he be someone else?”

“Even the little secrets between the two of us, he knows them clearly.”

“For example, he once helped me reimburse a batch of gas fees, but actually I was at the Heaven on Earth…”

Huh? Before he could finish, he suddenly felt a murderous gaze cast upon him.

Sister Qin’s face was dark, and she squeezed a few words through her teeth.

“In that case, let him play a few pieces to send them off…”

……

“The Bell”!

Yes, what Su Meng brought out this time was Liszt’s “The Bell” from his previous life.