A dead silence.

Suluo straightened the piano card a little bit more and took Erde to the stage.
All the actors in Taiwan made a curtain call and left, but there was still no sound. The audience seemed to be stupid and didn’t respond at all.
Keep a close eye on suluo’s piano. The card is a few ordinary words, but it is glittering at the moment.
dreamworks
dreamworks
Music Shengdi DreamWorks
Chapter one hundred and fifteen Want my treasure?
Adelaide’s concert was not the same as the appointment. Twelve superb songs played a ghost fire, and Adeline and the dream wedding root never appeared
However, suluo, a member of the World Classical Association Hall of Fame, made a shocking debut, and the whole classical music world was going crazy.
On whether suluo’s extreme hand speed wild bees are dancing and creative piano rock cannon or Adelaide plays a lively, happy and dazzling Turkish March, or that nocturne in E flat major and that string burning against the sky are not shocking.
It is still doubtful that the World Classical Music Association will include suluo in the Hall of Fame.
I’m flattered.
Shut up, faggot. Can you hear suluo and Adelaide playing that lively, light and lovely piano skewer? How many songs are there? I suggest you be admitted to the Hall of Fame.
What is the hottest topic now?
That is, how many pieces have been rubbed into the string of the piano music that goes against the sky? How are the original features of these songs played alone?
No one knows it except cannon and Turkish March, but one thing is certain: it is definitely not inferior to cannon and Turkish March.
First of all, suluo fused them together and said that in suluo’s mind, the status and height were similar, and every paragraph was taken out to be a wonderful dead melody.
According to the plan, suluo was very calm the next day after the concert, so he directly took Erde back to Germany to DreamWorks without showing up or being interviewed. Hum, young people are slowly shocked. I left first. German journalists didn’t even have a chance to block suluo, so they could look at the take-off plane and sigh.
And the fans are crazy. Twelve pieces are piano playing, and the Bible speech is instantly overturned. Fuck you, now it’s this skewer, not the Bible.
The media are also crazy. World-renowned media are reporting Adelaide’s crazy concert. Foreign networks are constantly discussing the word DreamWorks. How amazing is DreamWorks, the holy land of music? suluo, how many good things have he hidden?
The news outside is messy. After the country, DreamWorks Weibo instantly fell to suluo, and Weibo, an individual, could not be regarded as cursing.
"suluo dead pit goods you give me out"
"Who did you learn from to dig a hole in every song? viory’s hole has not been filled yet, and I don’t know how many holes have been dug in a piano piece. Come out."
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, I’m going crazy. When will you come out to fill the hole?"
"Get out of here, you Schusky star who doesn’t dig a hole. I will destroy you on behalf of the moon."
DreamWorks is very calm inside.
Suluo, the knife and Erde will be able to return to Yuxuan Leng Liang Shanbo, and Zhu Yingtai’s new play will also be finished. She will go back to DreamWorks with her suitcase and talk about makeup with Yang Baobei. When a woman talks about clothes and makeup, it will be endless, and soon Gong Yu, Xia Han and Xu Jingman will be attracted together.
Members of the original workshop in Yuxuan Leng have also been called over. They are still in the local workshop. Speaking of it, it is the first time to come to the mysterious DreamWorks. It’s amazing to look at this big villa. The most important thing is that the suluo crazy show shocked the classical music world. The outside world has been talking crazy. It seems that nothing has happened here.
In front of them, Brother Bao’s head has been leaning back and he can see the nose. Have you learned to sprout new people?
We don’t need to write a copy. We don’t need to create this word ourselves. To a certain extent, Time magazine will consciously surprise us with writing skills. If we don’t use our own brains, we will be so domineering
There will be a barbecue party tonight. Mother Tang is stringing kebabs with Aunt Wang. The baby comes running and hugs Brother Bao’s thighs. His big eyes are watery and he asks.
"Uncle Gun, how long will it take for my precious master to come back?"
"Soon, go and find your teacher to play." Brother Bao touched Ke’s little head. Go and find the dean. Uncle Bao is busy pretending to be in front of this group of cute new people.
"Hey, don’t touch my head. It won’t grow tall." Little angel Ke Ke looked for a baby and went to the room with a smile like a bell.
Mei Jie, the agent of Yuxuan Leng, always feels uncomfortable. What’s wrong with this group of people is really beyond my comprehension. It’s so crazy outside. Why are you so calm? You just turned off your mobile phone and didn’t even return to Weibo, who was bombed to pieces by fans. Is this the end of business? Shouldn’t you take the opportunity to raise the banner of DreamWorks and shout loudly at this time? This is the normal rhythm.
I was a little stiff and joined the research and discussion group of major brands in Yuxuan Leng. I finally found an opportunity to ask a question about suluo’s piano skewering.
As a result, Xia Han turned supercilious look directly and said with disdain.
"Hey, what’s the fate of the mysterious famous songs? People who have never seen the world outside are blowing most of the songs inside, and even Tang Yike will give the baby a basic tutorial."
Gong Yu’s eyes also smiled into a crescent moon. This is true. On Ke Ke’s birthday, suluo sent several books to the baby. In addition to some basic piano training etudes, there is also a classical piano song called Lovely Piano, which says that if the baby is bored with the etudes, he will play them. At that time, she robbed him of a copy, and Xia Han knew it.
But of course, it’s not as simple as Xia Han said. The inner song is really against the sky
Mei Jie looked at the house and giggled. The baby was in a trance. What happened to the world?