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Chapter 952: Chapter 384: He Actually Put His Arms Around Both of Them...

In stillness, there is movement; in movement, there is stillness.

At this moment, a long and winding flute sound began to play, becoming the background music that instantly gave life to the entire scene.

After only half a minute, Ye Jinyan was once again in awe of Zhang Jingdong’s creative and playing abilities!

She originally thought that last night’s ”Thousand Years of Wind and Elegance” was already beautiful to the extreme, but didn’t expect that now his piece ”Dusk Flute Moon” was not inferior at all, and even its artistic conception seemed to match the beautiful scenery of West Lake even more.

And if last night’s performance by Zhang Jingdong made her fall for him, then tonight’s performance made her completely decide that she wants to listen to such divine-level music for the rest of her life and stay with the creator of these pieces forever.

Meanwhile, this was the first time Guan Le was completely amazed by Zhang Jingdong!

Originally, there were four people in their dormitory, and one very important reason she became the best friend of Ye Jinyan, a high-class heiress, was because they both loved ancient style things.

Therefore, she deeply loved this kind of ancient style music.

When she heard from Ye Jinyan that Zhang Jingdong could play the Clay Flute, of course, due to Ye Jinyan’s top-notch appreciation ability, she thought Zhang Jingdong’s playing should be quite good.

But she never expected Zhang Jingdong’s level to be this high!

And the piece was created by himself!

Considering these two points, he is simply even more impressive than Suzuki Jiro!

As a top fan of Suzuki Jiro, for years, she had listened to each of Suzuki Jiro’s pieces at least a thousand times and had gone to Japan several times to attend Suzuki Jiro’s concerts.

So she was very aware of Suzuki Jiro’s Clay Flute level.

Previously, she had attended quite a few pure music concerts in the country, but in her opinion, most of them couldn’t compare to Suzuki Jiro’s performances.

Actually, she was sometimes very confused as to why, although Huaxia is the orthodox of ancient style, in modern times, there are not as many master-level figures in ancient style pure music as in Japan.

And at this moment, due to Zhang Jingdong’s divine-level performance, she suddenly realized that it wasn’t that there weren’t many top Huaxia ancient style musicians, but because there were masters hidden among the common folk, she simply hadn’t fully searched for them.

Another reason she felt Zhang Jingdong’s level was above Suzuki Jiro is, firstly, the artistic conception of his piece is free, romantic, and grand enough.

Although Suzuki Jiro’s music is lovely, if you listen long enough, you’ll discover a deep, extreme lament, immersing people completely in it.

Sometimes, if you listen too much, you might even develop thoughts of despair.

Yet, although there’s also lament in Zhang Jingdong’s pieces, after the lament, there’s clarity, giving people a sense of ”looking back at desolate places, returning without wind or rain,” a broad-mindedness.

Secondly, performance-wise, Zhang Jingdong might benefit from being tall and handsome, but most importantly, his playing skills don’t lose to Suzuki Jiro at all, making his performance more comfortable overall.

Sometimes, switching idols happens in an instant, especially when, for a Huaxia person, their original idol is a foreigner and suddenly they find someone in their country who is even more impressive than their previous idol.

At this moment, Guan Le wholeheartedly transferred all the admiration, even infatuation, she had for Suzuki Jiro onto Zhang Jingdong.

Not long after Zhang Jingdong finished playing, Ye Jinyan, having comprehended Zhang Jingdong’s skill yesterday, was somewhat immunized, allowing herself to return to reality gradually.

Although still savoring it for a long time, she managed to regain her composure.

Then, she suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Guan Le.

She was pleasantly surprised to discover that in Guan Le’s eyes, there was now clearly admiration, appreciation, and... affection?

Ye Jinyan deliberately waited another half a minute before leaning closer and whispering to Guan Le, ”Ms. Guan, do you think our Boss Zhang is particularly handsome and have developed a bit of a crush on him?”

Guan Le hurriedly snapped back to reality, ”I... have not? I’m just...”

Ye Jinyan interrupted with a smile, ”Alright, if you don’t admit it, then it’s fine. Just give an honest appraisal of Boss Zhang’s playing and his composition level just now, okay?”

”I know you’re a top fan of Suzuki Jiro, so you must try to be objective and fair!”

Guan Le, seeing that Ye Jinyan didn’t press the previous topic, paused and then said, ”I think Boss Zhang’s playing level is very high, almost indistinguishable from Suzuki Jiro.”

”And as for the piece, I think Boss Zhang’s piece’s artistic conception surpasses Suzuki Jiro’s!”

”Wha... what!?” Ye Jinyan’s face was instantly filled with surprise, ”I didn’t hear wrong, did I? Ms. Guan, you actually think Boss Zhang is more impressive than your idol?”

Guan Le detected the unusual tone in Ye Jinyan’s words, and a slight blush appeared on her face.

Yet she still said, ”While in literature there is no first, and in martial arts no second, upon comparison, differences are often quite apparent.”

”Perhaps it all comes down to us being Huaxia people, making it easier to resonate. Compared to Suzuki Jiro, Boss Zhang’s pieces touch me more deeply!”

Ye Jinyan smiled sweetly and then looked meaningfully at Zhang Jingdong, ”Boss Zhang, you heard that, right? You’ve completely touched the heart of our Ms. Guan, so to win her favor in the future, you’d better compose a few more pieces for her!”