Rebirth of the courtyard, the start is 80s

Chapter 92 You sang so well, let's officially make friends!

As soon as the so-called expert makes a move, you will know if there is any.

When Cao Zhiqiang's prelude came together, the short-haired woman knew that she had met a master.

However, when Cao Zhiqiang's piece continued to evolve, especially when it reached the chorus part in the middle of the song, she just froze.

Obviously, it doesn't matter whether the other party's skills are good or bad, but at least the piece he played is absolutely beautiful, full of Latin flavor, full of movement, making people want to shake their heads and stand up gracefully dance.

Of course, that was just an idea. The short-haired woman is not a child after all, so she quickly suppressed the urge to dance and just admired it quietly.

Soon, Cao Zhiqiang's one-sided show off, and the short-haired woman's unfinished love, the song ended.

Cao Zhiqiang turned to look at the short-haired woman: "How? Is it better?"

The short-haired woman opened her mouth, but she was still unconvinced and said, "You, it's not a skill for you to play a song I haven't heard before. Besides, who knows if you have practiced this song for many years, and if you feel like it, you can play it again." One."

"Play one more?" Cao Zhiqiang smiled, "Romance Dear, have you heard of it?"

"Of course I've heard it." The short-haired woman said, "If you practice guitar, how can you not play this?"

"That's good." Cao Zhiqiang said, "Next, I'll play "Romance De Amor"!"

After finishing speaking, Cao Zhiqiang's eyes were microscopic, and the fingertips of his hands were beating, and the romance of love flowed out without warning.

"Romance De Amor" is really a super classic guitar etude. Basically, anyone who practices guitar in China will learn this song, including the 80s.

The more classic the song, the harder it is to surpass, of course, the more accurate the measurement of guitar skills.

Playing the same piece of music, beginners and masters are completely different, as long as you are not a layman, you can hear the difference.

Sure enough, upon hearing this piece of music, the short-haired woman couldn't help but close her eyes, and began to appreciate it slowly.

Perhaps, compared to the previous super dynamic music, this love romance is more to her taste, and of course it is more familiar.

Soon after the song was played again, Cao Zhiqiang quietly looked at the short-haired woman with her eyes closed.

Seemingly realizing that the music was over, the short-haired woman opened her eyes, just in time to see Cao Zhiqiang's half-smiling eyes.

Subconsciously avoiding the other party's eyes, the short-haired woman said in a little panic: "Again, play one more song."

Cao Zhiqiang was taken aback for a moment, but just smiled slightly: "Okay."

After a short pause, Cao Zhiqiang said: "Next, a memory of the Alhambra, for you, strange friend!"

After speaking, Cao Zhiqiang started playing directly.

Memories of the Alhambra Palace is also a famous guitar song, especially in which a lot of trembling, also known as tremolo or tremolo, is used.

If the ring fingers are used well, the piece will be very charming, and the quiet and soft theme of the piece can be fully deduced, giving people unlimited reverie.

A few minutes later, the song Memories of the Alhambra also ended, but after the song ended, the short-haired woman sighed deeply.

"No more." The short-haired woman looked melancholy, "You are indeed better than me, much better than me, this piano should be given to you."

Seeing her lonely look, Cao Zhiqiang didn't know why, but he didn't feel any joy of victory. Instead, he paused and said, "You seem to have something on your mind?"

"I see." The short-haired woman laughed at herself, then shook her head and said, "Ci'ao, who doesn't have any worries, so I won't mention it. Anyway, it's worth it to hear such a nice guitar performance today! "

After finishing speaking, the short-haired woman stood up and was about to leave immediately.

However, Cao Zhiqiang suddenly said: "Wait a minute!"

The short-haired woman paused, then turned to look at Cao Zhiqiang: "What's the matter, is there anything else?"

Cao Zhiqiang thought for a while, then stood up and said: "It seems that you need it very much, I will give you the guitar."

"Send it to me?" The short-haired woman was taken aback, then smiled, "No money?"

"Yes, no money." Cao Zhiqiang nodded and took off the strap, "Give it to you."

The short-haired woman smiled again, and then shook her head: "No, actually, I don't really need it, it's just that I'm just bored recently and playing this game is very addictive. Besides, it's not what I'm good at. What I'm good at is the accordion."

Speaking of which, the short-haired woman took out a pack of cigarettes, put a cigarette in her mouth, and gave Cao Zhiqiang another one.

Seeing Cao Zhiqiang shaking his head, the short-haired woman took out her lighter, lit her own cigarette, and took a deep puff.

After spitting out the smoke ring, the short-haired woman said quietly: "I, I just played the accordion enough, and I want to change my life... I just try a different instrument to see if I can have a new start, so this guitar Ah, as much as I like it, I don't particularly need it."

After saying this, the short-haired woman took another puff of cigarette, shook her head, and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." Cao Zhiqiang spoke again.

"What are you doing again?" The short-haired woman turned around and gave Cao Zhiqiang a blank look, "What else do you want to do?"

Cao Zhiqiang smiled and shook his head: "Eldest sister, no, comrade, although I don't know what's bothering you, but everyone likes guitars, and they all play music. We met by fate. Since you don't want this guitar, then, I'll give you a song."

"Give me a song?" The short-haired woman was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, "Really?"

"Of course it is true." Cao Zhiqiang said with a smile, "Music can make people sad, but of course it can also make people happy. I have a song that can make you full of strength again. Would you like to listen to it?"

"Okay!" The short-haired woman smiled, went back to sit on the bench, raised Erlang's legs and said, "Then you come!"

Cao Zhiqiang smiled, picked up the guitar, and walked up to the short-haired woman: "Next, please enjoy, I also thought about it once, and gave it to those who are depressed."

After a low prelude, Cao Zhiqiang began to sing while playing:
I've thought about it a hundred times

when you hear seagulls crying

Floating between the waves, drifting endlessly
Please take my bad time away
I've thought about it a hundred times

when the apricot blossoms are in full bloom

Wrapped in mottled spring light, falling asleep under the shade of trees
Whether it can be turned into dust does not matter why
……

I've thought about it a hundred times

when I failed to meet you

People like you can exist in this world
Quietly wake up the joy in my sleeping heart
To have someone like you on the tip of my heart
Let me start to look forward to this world

……

Before he knew it, Cao Zhiqiang had finished singing the song.

After he finished, he found that the short-haired woman on the bench was still in a daze. The cigarette on her fingertips had burnt a lot of ash, but she didn't flick it at all.

Two lines of tears kept falling from her eyes, but she didn't wipe them away.

It was clear that she had listened and was deeply moved.

This song is originally a healing song. Ordinary people will be moved when they hear it. If someone has something on their mind, they will be even more touched after listening to it.

So seeing the other party like this, Cao Zhiqiang felt that it was no big deal.

Or rather, this is the basic response.

After all, the power of this song is too great. At this time, take it out and sing it to someone alone. Unless you have no feeling for music at all, or someone who is already very happy, it will be difficult not to be affected.

When I came out with this song myself, I also saw that the other party had something on his mind, and he was itchy, so he took the opportunity to show off.

Top-notch guitar playing, coupled with his golden voice talent, and of course this tear-jerking nuclear-bomb-level healing song, a combination of strengths, if it can't make people cry, then it shouldn't be.

However, when Cao Zhiqiang blinked, he found that many people had gathered around him at some point, and they couldn't help but surround him and the short-haired woman, and many of them had tears in their eyes.

It turned out that Cao Zhiqiang was too absorbed in playing and singing just now, and didn't pay attention to his surroundings. As a result, the people around were all attracted by his singing and couldn't help surrounding them.

It’s just that people in this era are more reserved, and most of the people who can come to the park at this time are old men and old ladies, so even if they listened intently or felt emotional, there were very few people applauding and whistling. Behavior is just standing around and watching.

Originally, middle-aged and elderly people are relatively rational and have a strong resistance to healing songs.

However, Cao Zhiqiang's singing is too illegal, and people of this age are relatively simple, so even middle-aged and elderly people can't help their eyes moisten after listening to Cao Zhiqiang's songs, and some even cry.

No way, this song is really easy to evoke the unbearable memories in people's hearts, and people who have lived to this day have all experienced the 70s and [-]s. Who hasn't had any bad things?

So when she was seduced by Cao Zhiqiang's tear-jerking divine comedy, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

Of course, the most serious thing must be the short-haired woman who bears the brunt of it. This can be seen from the fact that she burst into tears without knowing it, and the ashes of the cigarette burned on her fingertips for such a long time without flicking off.

Seeing this, Cao Zhiqiang didn't say anything, just picked up the guitar silently, ready to leave directly.

Then, just as Cao Zhiqiang was about to leave with his guitar on his back, someone suddenly applauded.

With that person's applause, the applause became more and more, and finally became a piece.

This is everyone's affirmation and appreciation for Cao Zhiqiang.

For this, Cao Zhiqiang had no choice but to smile and nod to everyone to express his gratitude.

However, it seemed that everyone's applause woke up the short-haired woman, who suddenly trembled and woke up with a jerk.

After waking up, the short-haired woman hurriedly stood up and said loudly, "Don't go!"

"Huh?" Cao Zhiqiang was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to look at the short-haired woman chasing after him, "Is there anything else?"

"I, I..." The short-haired woman chasing after trot also realized that she didn't know what to say for a moment.

In the end, the short-haired woman suddenly threw away the half-burned cigarette in her hand, then hastily wiped the tears on her face with her sleeve, and sobbed again.

After doing this, she stretched out her right hand with red eyes, suppressed her emotions forcibly, and said with a slight smile: "Hi, let's meet formally. I, my name is Hao Shuwen, what's your name?"

Seeing the right hand extended by the other party, Cao Zhiqiang frowned. He didn't want to talk to him at first, but seeing many people around him watching, he forced a smile, reached out and shook hands with the other party: "Hello, my name is Cao Zhiqiang."

"Comrade Cao Zhiqiang!" Hao Shuwen smiled and shook Cao Zhiqiang's hand tightly, "You sing really well, let's formally make friends!"

Cao Zhiqiang smiled and withdrew his hand: "This, let's talk about it."

"What's the matter?" Hao Shuwen wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes again, and said with a smile, "That's it, from today onwards, you are my friend!"

"Hehe, good." Cao Zhiqiang nodded.

"Bright! This is a man!" Hao Shuwen smiled, then raised her wrist, and looked at the gemstone flower brand quartz watch on her wrist: "Oh, it's all here."

After putting down her hands, Hao Shuwen waved her hands with a smile and said, "Let's go, I'm happy today, I'll treat you to dinner!"

"Ah? No need? Actually, I..."

"Don't let me go!" Hao Shuwen glared at Cao Zhiqiang, "Otherwise you won't give me face! You just look down on me! Are you sure you don't want to go?"

Cao Zhiqiang blinked, looked at Hao Shuwen who was pretending to be angry, and then looked at the group of middle-aged and elderly people who were still watching the fun.

After sighing, Cao Zhiqiang nodded: "Sure, then, let's have a meal together."

(End of this chapter)