Chapter 52: The King of the Dance Forest

  The whole dance hall was stunned, whether it was those who came to have fun and dance, or those who came to drink and chat. At this moment, they all stopped moving, looking towards the center of the dance hall, at the white piano, and at the bastard in front of the piano.

  Song Jian was somewhat perplexed and asked in a low voice: "Could this actually be a funeral?"

  Xia Lin was also puzzled, she wanted to scratch her head, but suddenly realized that her small hand was still tightly grasped by Song Jian. Xia Lin hastily pulled it out, wrinkled her little nose and said: "The invitation didn't say so, what's going on? Is that person just dead?"

  At this point, Luo Hao on the side was so anxious that he almost cried out. He hastily pushed Gao Yin beside the piano and whispered: "Oh my god, you guys are really messed up! This is a dance party, how did it become a funeral?"

  Gao Yin was taken aback, then looked at the shocked crowd below, and his hand stopped moving.

  "Are you three people completely devoid of manners? Can you just defile the piano and music for a woman?" Luo Hao shouted, pointing at Lu Ming, Gao Jin, and Gao Yin.

  Gao Yin was already feeling annoyed, and now being scolded by Luo Hao made him even more depressed. He stretched out his hand and pushed Luo Hao, who was as weak as a woman, off the stage.

  Lu Hao was caught off guard and his body retreated several steps before he fell heavily to the ground. Fortunately, the stage wasn't high, only over 20 centimeters, but Lu Hao, a young master who had been pampered since childhood, couldn't bear such humiliation, and tears flowed out of his eyes.

  Xia Lin saw Luo Hao fall to the ground, hastily walked up and helped him up. She had always had a good impression of this handsome man. This time she came to attend the dance party, it was because she saw that the pianist was Luo Hao that she decided to participate. At this moment, seeing Luo Hao's face with tears in his eyes, Xia Lin couldn't bear it anymore and scolded Lu Ming and Gao Jin, Gao Yin on the stage: "Hey! Lu Ming! You three bastards! What are you messing around with?"

  Lu Ming was taken aback and hastily looked at Gao Yin. Although he no longer had high hopes of getting Xia Lin, when facing this woman, he still felt a bit lacking in confidence.

  Gao Yin was taken aback, then pressed a key on the piano with one hand and said loudly: "I am a pianist, I want to play whatever piece I want, it's my freedom. Today is the tenth anniversary of my grandfather's passing, can't I play a piece to commemorate him?"

  Lu Ming looked at the person in front of him with gratitude, a former comrade-in-arms who had gone through thick and thin with him. In his heart, he silently said: I'm really grateful to you, Yin Ge, for saving me, you even brought out your deceased grandfather.

  Xia Lin heard this reason and was momentarily stunned, then she angrily shouted: "Uncle, beat these three bastards!"

  Song Jian was really annoyed this time, walked to Luo Hao's side, handed him a tissue, and then whispered to Xia Lin: "Hey, make it clear, I'm your sister's driver, not your personal thug."

  Xia Lin said: "But those three are too hateful, and they also bully Luo Hao. Shouldn't you teach them a lesson?"

  At this time, the surrounding classmates nodded simultaneously and echoed: "Right, right, they are too despicable, and should be disciplined."

  Song Jian's eyes immediately turned towards the stage.

  Lu Ming on the stage was really afraid of Song Jian, he knew that even five of himself were no match for Song Jian. Seeing Song Jian turn his head to look over, Lu Ming let out a "whoosh" and bent down to hide behind the piano.

  Gao Yin also saw that Song Jian would be good at martial arts, and if he came hard tonight, he was afraid that he would really have to suffer a severe beating. Moreover, he had Xia Lin and a large group of classmates backing him up, and he didn't fear the three of them at all.

  "Hey! This is the rule! How did I violate school discipline?"

  "What's the big deal?" Xia Lin said breathlessly. "Even if it is a rule, you shouldn't have pushed Luo Hao down, should you?"

  After finishing, Xia Lin couldn't help but glance at Luo Hao with a sympathetic gaze. At that moment, Luo Hao was holding a handkerchief to wipe away tears with one hand, while the other hand grasped Song Jian's shoulder, burying his face in Song Jian's shoulder and sobbing uncontrollably.

  Luohao is not only handsome, but also has a perfect figure. His height of 1.81 meters makes him neither too tall nor too short, and he is even slightly taller than Songjian. At this moment, with his waist bent and his head on Songjian's shoulder, the movement looks awkward no matter how you look at it.

  Xia Lin couldn't help but intervene, she reached out and tugged on Luo Hao's sleeve, Luo Hao shook her hand off, "What are you pulling me for?"

  On one hand grumbling, Luo Hao turned to the other side of Song Jian, away from Xia Lin, and still leaned his face against Song Jian's shoulder.

  Song Jian's whole body was covered in goosebumps, he really wanted to slap the dead glass to the ground with a loud bang.

  At this time, a group of people surrounded the stage and asked in a disorderly manner: "What rules? Who stipulated that 'Funeral March' can be played at a dance party?"

  Zhou Tong and the male host also walked out, they didn't know Gao Yin, could only frown and watch.

  Gao Yin let out a cold hum and said, "This is an unwritten rule among pianists. In informal public gatherings, the pianist with the highest skill has the right to decide what piece to play. Hey! Nangnangqiang, isn't that the rule?"

  Everyone looked at Luo Hao.

  Luo Hao was still leaning on Song Jian's shoulder.

  At this moment, Song Jian had a feeling of wanting to die. He quickly shook his shoulders and said: "Hey, Luo Hao, I'm asking you something! Stop crying!"

  Lu Hao nodded weakly and said in a soft voice, "There is such a rule, but...but you playing the Funeral March at the dance party is not right."

  Gao Yin sneered with a smile and said disdainfully: "Isn't my level higher than yours?"

  Luo Hao reluctantly nodded.

  "That's right, since my level is higher than yours, I naturally have the right to decide what piece to play, what does it have to do with you guys?!"

  After finishing speaking, Gao Yin still hugged his shoulders and proudly raised his head.

  Xia Lin stamped her foot.

  Song Jian said to himself: "I didn't know there was such a rule." As he spoke, Song Jian strode onto the stage.

  Gao Yin shrugged and said: "Hey, what do you want to do? I'm telling you, if you provoke me first, I won't let you off!"

  Song Jian lightly curled his lip and said: "You said it, whoever's level is higher has the right to decide what piece to play, so now this piano belongs to me!"

  As he spoke, Song Jian suddenly lifted up Gao Yin and flung him far away. With a loud thud, Gao Yin's body landed on a distant dining table, with wine and pastries splashing all over him.

  Gao Jin saw his brother being bullied and got furious, saying: "You stinky driver, are you looking to die?!"

  Song Jianru's piano skills were like a lawfully crafted cannon, and Gao Jin was also thrown out of the way. He said nonchalantly, "Who made me the best pianist in this field?"

  Song Jian beckoned to Lu Ming who was hiding behind the piano.

  Lu Ming's chubby body swayed, and he slowly got up to see the crowd's indignation. He smiled awkwardly and said: "I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself." As he spoke, Lu Ming lay down on the ground and rolled off the stage.

  The students under the platform all burst out laughing.

  At this time, Gao Yin had already stood up, he was wiping the wine and pastry on his body in a mess, pointing at Song Jian on the stage and shouting loudly: "Bastard! If you don't give me an explanation today, I swear that I will make you look good. Even if it means using all my power, I will make this stinky driver not have a peaceful life in this lifetime!"

  Although Gao Yin was burning with anger, his words were not too exaggerated. The Gao and Lu families are both wealthy families in Suzhou, and they have been operating there for a long time. If they really targeted Song Jian, Song Jian's future days would be difficult to get through.

  Xia Lin wasn't afraid at all. She hummed, "You three bastards are asking for trouble, and you're blaming Uncle? Don't worry, Uncle, I've got your back! I'll protect you!"

  Zhou Tong, who was standing under the stage, began to worry. She wasn't as simple-minded as Xia Lin. Zhou Tong naturally understood the anger in Gao Yin's words. And although Song Jian was talented, he was just a driver with no power or influence. If someone like Gao Yin, a rich young master, were to take notice of him, his life would definitely be miserable.

  Thinking of this, Zhou Tong stepped forward and went onto the stage, just wanting to say some soft words to Song Jian, letting Song Jian and Gao Yin, Lu Ming and others to get past this conflict.

  Song Jian had already sat down in front of the piano, his fingers touching the cool and smooth keys, with a hint of melancholy in his heart. Before he was eighteen years old, the piano had been an indispensable part of his life, or rather, it was also what he was most proud of and relied on. In order to practice the piano well, Song Jian stayed in the United States for ten years. Now, although this thousand-year-old imperial physician occupied this body, when his fingers stroked the keys, Song Jian still felt a little moved.

  Song Jian smiled lightly, then stood up straight, bowed to the gentlemen below, and sat down at the piano with ease, his fingers gliding gently over the white keys.

  "Ding dong ding dong..."

  A string of light and quick notes blew past everyone's ears like a gentle breeze, although it was just a simple test sound, but the continuous and sonorous notes were already enough to shock people's hearts.

  Song Jian closed his eyes, carefully feeling the familiar yet strange keyboard under his fingers. As the notes sounded one by one, the flame that had long been extinguished in Song Jian's heart reignited. His breathing quickened, his blood surged, and his heart beat violently once again. Yes, it was that feeling!

  Song Jianmeng raised his hands and then his ten fingers struck down on the white piano keys!

  "Ding dong ding dong......"

  A continuous stream of notes without pause but with distinct ups and downs, rises and falls, suddenly burst forth, Song Jian's hands moved swiftly like the wind on the keyboard.

  Gao Yin was still coldly looking at Song Jian, but he knew that this piano was not like dance, dance could be quickly learned and could reach a very high level in a short period of time, as long as your physical quality was good and your musical talent was high.

  But the piano is different, even if a pianist has great talent, without ten years of hard work, he can't reach a real standard. For the piano, you won't play well if you don't work hard, and working hard doesn't necessarily mean you'll play well either. This thing really requires a combination of talent, sweat, and time to succeed.

  But when Song Jian's fingers jumped twenty times on the keyboard in one second without missing a note, Gao Yin's wine bottle fell to the ground with a "bang".

  But the sudden crash of the wine bottle to the ground did not attract anyone's attention, everyone was holding their ears and staring incredulously at Song Jian on stage, because what Song Jian was playing was none other than the piano piece known as the greatest in history - "Flight of the Bumblebee"!

  With the buzzing sound of wild bees flying at the beginning of the music, the melody quickly entered the main theme, and the rapid jumping notes challenged everyone's psychological endurance.

  Everyone knows that this song is one of Maxim's masterpieces, but few people know that before Maxim completed it, he had discussed and practiced with Song Jian, who studied in the United States, this passionate melody that combines classical and modern beauty.

  "Ding ding ding ding……"

  Song Jian's hands struck the piano keys with increasing speed, and the mouths of the audience below were also opening wider and wider. Everyone was looking at the stage in incredulity. At that moment, everyone could feel the speed of Song Jian's fingertips and the passion bursting out from his body and mind. It seemed as if every pulse in his body had a rhythmic feeling, following those notes, following the movement of his fingers, in the collision of passion.

  Gao Yin stared at Song Jian on the stage, dumbfounded. He couldn't understand how a driver could have the time to practice piano skills to such an unbelievable level. Meanwhile, Luo Hao stood in place with tears welling up in his eyes, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on Song Jian as tears of excitement streamed down his face. A voice inside Luo Hao told him that at this moment, he had fallen in love with the man sitting beside the piano.

  Music ignited a spark in an instant, triggering the passion of every listener, and then stopped abruptly at the most passionate moment.

  The sound of the piano fell, and after a long time, the scene finally burst into a round of thunderous applause.

  Song Jian stood up, slightly bowing, at this moment, he was like the brightest star on a music concert.

  Xia Lin pouted, then let out a disdainful "humph", and immediately she heard sniffling sounds beside her. Xia Lin turned around, only to see Luo Hao crying while gazing lovingly at Song Jian on the stage.

  For some reason, at this moment, Xia Lin's heart suddenly surged with a sour feeling. She didn't know if it was because Luo Hao liked Song Jian and she was jealous, or because Song Jian was liked by Luo Hao and she was jealous... Okay, this is a bit confusing, anyway Xia Lin herself couldn't figure it out either.

  "Wipe away your tears, your nose is running," Xia Lin handed Luo Hao a pack of tissues.

  Lu Hao took over the tissue and didn't look at Xia Lin, then suddenly sucked a noseful of snot.

  Xia Lin pouted helplessly, and at this time the crowd below shouted while applauding: "Play another song, play another one!"

  Song Jian waved his hand and stopped paying attention to the students below, turning around to leave.

  "Song Jian!" Zhou Tong suddenly spoke up from behind Song Jian.

  Song Jian nodded at Zhou Tong.

  Zhou Tong opened his arms and walked forward, suddenly hugging Song Jian tightly.

  "Oh!" "Ah!" "Shh!"

  Below was a chaotic noise, some people sighed and whistled, while more people cheered for Zhou Tong.

  "You are today's Dance King," Zhou Tongsong opened his arms, his eyes looking at Song Jian, and said, her eyes showing love without reservation.

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