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The guests watched the pair of hands that moved swiftly yet steadily, creating an illusion as if countless enchanting eyes were splashed with sand and mud with each rise and fall of the fingers.
With fingers splayed wide, the power from the entire body was instantly transmitted to the fingertips, erupting in a high-pitched harmony that sounded like golden tones.
It was as if there was a sudden explosion of emotions, causing one's soul to tremble!
Everyone was startled by Ouyang Qiming's powerful and grand music.
Guoguo's singing accompanied Ouyang Qiming's music, resonating deeply:
Please do not fear weakness, run bravely
The finish line is across from the starting point
Please do not easily give up
Strive passionately for your dreams, create miracles
Defeat setbacks, rise again
Embrace a beautiful tomorrow
…
Before the guests could recover from the shock of the chord, an even more wild and unrestrained flow of sound surged forth, building from soft to strong, pouring out through a dazzling right-hand movement.
Then, two powerful chords struck again, hitting the guests' auditory nerves with even greater force.
Guoguo was in high spirits, singing loudly.
In Guoguo's eyes, at that moment, there was only Ouyang Qiming; all he could hear was Ouyang Qiming's music, while everything else was filtered out and ignored.
The music and singing came in a more dissonant and sharp manner, rolling in like a tide, causing every listener to involuntarily tense their bodies.
Like warriors ready for battle, prepared to face the strongest sound.
It is hard to imagine that with just one hand, a single hand dancing on the keys could deliver such a strong and direct sensation to the guests.
It was a belief that remained steadfast and unyielding even in the most violent storms.
Every rise and fall brought forth a decisive and unambiguous chord.
Like piercing through dark clouds, gradually breaking the ink-black line.
Or like countless sparkling splashes of waves stirred up by rocks on a pitch-black sea surface.
The passionate music was played by the hands of a 16-year-old boy.
Everyone was stunned, a shock that resonated from the soul. This duet between a man and a woman was simply a perfect match!
If Beethoven were still alive, he would also be amazed!
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