"Okay, Edward, it's amazing."

The gray-haired old man walked out of the crowd. Chris quickly stepped forward, grabbed the old man's arm, and smiled and said, "Grandpa, why are you coming out too."

Harrison kindly touched his granddaughter's short hair and said, "I heard Edward's performance, no matter how lazy I am, I will come out to join in the fun."

Everyone in the hall greeted the old man respectfully, and he responded with a kind look on his face. Obviously, only this old man is the real center here.

Edward touched the electronic instrument with a heart-warming love and said, "Mr. Harrison has won the award. If it weren't for this super instrument, I wouldn't have played it alone."

Harrison laughed and said, "How about it, if you like it, I'll give it to you."

Edward hesitated for a moment and finally said, "Thank you."

He rarely received favors in his life, and of course he knew the real price of this item, but his love for music finally overwhelmed everything, and he still accepted the gift from Mr. Harrison.

A hint of reluctance flashed in Chris's eyes, but there was no objection. Perhaps such an instrument could only fall into Edward's hands.

Harrison came directly to Fang Mingwei and asked softly: "Mr. Fang, where did you get this instrument? Can you tell me this old man?"

Fang Mingwei did not hide it and said directly: "Haydn Building, Charles."

The eyes of countless people in the hall lit up, and Schneider shook his head slightly below, probably Charles would have been very sad in the past few days.

Edward suddenly raised his head from his beloved instrument, looked at Fang Mingwei, and asked, "Mr. Fang, you heard your evaluation of the Tianyi Clan just now, and it seems that you know them very well."

"It's not a question of understanding, it's just hearsay."

Edward said regretfully: "Every member of the Tianyi tribe is a great musician. I had the honor to meet a member of the Tianyi tribe before and discussed it for a long time. I still remember the wonderful music in their tribe."

"Teacher Edward, is he playing better than you?" Chris asked in surprise.

Edward smiled slightly, and he was in a very good mood at the moment without annoyance, explaining: "It's hard to say, but to some extent, their music is really distinctive, such as the sky."

Chris frowned and obviously didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

Fang Mingwei's heart moved and said, "Mr. Edward, I still know something about the music of the Tianyi clan. If you can allow it, I can also demonstrate it."

"Oh, I didn't expect that Mr. Fang has also studied music in addition to racing and mechas." Marcus stepped forward and shouted: "Mr. Edward, I also want to hear how the music of the Tianyi tribe is different from us."

Edward hesitated for a moment and immediately said, "Okay." To be honest, he didn't think Fang Mingwei could know much about music, but although this instrument already belonged to him, it was given by Fang Mingwei after all. In this case, it was really hard to object.

Fang Mingwei's eyes turned coldly on Marcus's face, and the latter seemed to raise a glass to him without any awareness.

Schneider took two steps forward, and seemed to help Fang Mingwei wear the sensor, but asked privately: "Hey, can you do it?"

Fang Mingwei pulled the corner of his mouth slightly. Although he was a little nervous, he felt relieved after thinking about the soul of the Tianyi tribe in his mind.

That guy is a genuine Tianyi tribe member. Even if his level is poor, it is still no problem to play a piece of music with the Tianyi tribe style.

Smile at this good friend who cares about him, Fang Mingwei said, "Don't worry, I will definitely perform better than you."

Schneider turned red, cursed angrily, and stepped back. However, when he saw Fang Mingwei's confident look, he felt relieved.

He took out the sensor he carried with him and connected it to the electronic instrument. Although this action was a bit troublesome, no one blamed him.

Using sensors you are used to is one of the habits of most people, so no one doubts what kind of tricks he will do on it.

After taking a deep breath, the soul of the Tianyi tribe in his mind had been integrated with the sensor consciousness, replacing the control of this electronic instrument.

"Dong...dong...dong,dongdong..."

A series of crisp drum sounds continued to reach everyone's ears, and the drum sounds gradually became rapid from sparse to dense, from low to high.

Different kinds of drum sounds such as flower drums, gong drums, waist drums, etc. slowly joined in, forming a series of music composed of pure drum sounds.

Fang Mingwei was a little anxious. He didn't understand what the soul of the Tianyi tribe was doing, and why there were no other musical instruments except the sound of drums. Is it wrong that all the Tianyi tribe members are musicians, or is the soul he picked up an exception, a fool who never understands any other musical instruments except playing drums?

But no matter what, since it has reached this point, Fang Mingwei will never interfere with the actions of this soul. Because he knows very well that this guy can at least play drums, but if he changes himself, the things he plays will probably become Schneider's second.

Once he thought of the violin sound that looked like a moaning, he shuddered.

If you go on a previous period on such an occasion, you don’t need to chase and kill others, and you can simply find a harder thing and hit it to death.

The loud drum sounds became increasingly dense, and the different drum sounds unknowingly connected the minds of the people, like a soft bed, supporting the hearts of the people and constantly floating to the sky.

A faint breeze blew, along the hair, cheeks, neck and even the whole body, as if they were in a high altitude, allowing the sunlight and wind to continuously wash their dust-filled hearts.

The intense drum sounds bring a light and soft feeling, making people intoxicated.

"Dong...dong...dong..."

Three fierce drums suddenly exploded in everyone's ears, like a blow to pull people's consciousness back into their bodies from the illusory high altitude.
Chapter completed!