But again, because of the wide range and the many strings, and the fact that it required both the right and left hands to play continuously, it required incredible fingering technique.
The girl on the stage was obviously very skilled. When the notes continuously poured from her fingers, it seemed to be able to lead people into a battle of horses. They could see the depiction of the heroic pride of the desert and the blood gushing onto the battlefield. The energy spurred by a thousand horses was seemingly right before them.
She flicked her left hand, and the technique between her right fingers was dazzling.
Knead, slip, press, and tremble, every sound was amazingly accurate!
At this moment, no one thought that the traditional musical instrument, the konghou, would be any lesser than the harp in Western music.
The konghou seemed to have come alive in her hands!
It traveled through thousands of years, bringing back the sounds of the long river of history from time to time.
Some people were completely immersed in the sounds.
Some took out their cell phones to record her performance.
The voices of doubt disappeared naturally... only awe was left...
At the table on the left-hand side of the main table, Wen
Ziyu's expression revealed unconcealed excitement. He tilted his head and said to the career woman sitting beside him, "Sister, this is the Qiao Nian I told you about. How about it? Isn't she very different from other girls?"
Wen Ruxia was the only person present who knew Qiao Nian's identity. Except for Nie Mi, she was the only one who knew Qiao Nian was Zhui Guang.
So, when she heard Qiao Nian playing the konghou at the scene, she seemed calmer than the others. But her calmness broke when she heard her silly nephew's show off.
"What? Did you just say that she's the Qiao Nian you mentioned before?" She almost spilled the name Zhui Guang.
Qiao Nian = Zhui Guang?!!
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