The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 278 I am yours
A guitar, a high stool, a dim spotlight, that's all.

The changes here were not noticed in the coffee house. As Hannah said, no one would notice the existence of background music in the coffee house. Unless it was a special performance, those performances would disappear in the background.

Perhaps, Anne and Hannah are exceptions.

Kristen also noticed the abnormality, followed Annie's eyes, and immediately saw Anson, and the question marks were almost overflowing——

what happened?

Kristen turned to look at Anne, who tried to make an innocent expression of knowing nothing. Then she looked at Jack and asked in a low voice.

It was only now that Jack noticed Anson.

Jack:? ? ?
Jack swore that he and Anson were friends who chatted occasionally and didn't know much about each other. This was the first time he knew that Anson could play the guitar, but when he thought about it seriously, it wasn't surprising at all.

Jack looked at Annie.

Anne continued to look innocent.

It was during this brief moment of cross-talk that Anson was ready.

With his fingertips, he gently plucked the strings, put away his jokes, and carefully tuned the strings. Clear and bright notes flowed out randomly and messily, making some noise. Occasionally, three or two guests noticed the changes.

Surprise, not really a surprise, as the performer would still be the same performer anyway. However, Anson, who was sitting quietly on the high stool, exuded a concentrated and calm charm, and his eyes drifted over involuntarily.

In the coffee house, the conversation was still flowing. It was not noisy or noisy, just a buzzing sound that vibrated gently in the night air.

Some people are talking and laughing, some are arguing, some are in close physical contact, and some are sitting by the window quietly watching the hustle and bustle of cars in the world outside...

A small world is divided into countless small worlds.

They coexist in the same space independently but quietly and harmoniously.

The criss-crossing of sounds, figures, and light seems to be able to see the collision of different spaces, and completely different stories taking place in parallel universes.

then.

The clear guitar strings came, with no other instruments and no singing, just the most ordinary acoustic guitar strings, slightly simple chords, gurgling in the night, but jingling and jumping like a clear spring.

Light, graceful and fresh.

Just like March in spring, the ice and snow melt, spring returns to the earth, flowing down the freshly sprouted green, the cold spring water seeps out from between the moss and stone cracks, and the cold air is warmed bit by bit in the golden sunshine. , can't help but want to dance with the melody.

Between the clanking acoustic guitar strings, there are occasional crisp drum beats.

Drums?

Isn't there only one person?
Looking over, you can see that there is really only one person on the stage. His slender fingertips are flying between the strings, and sometimes he slaps the piano box with the heel of his palm or forefoot to create drum beats of different textures and colors. The whole performance is layered. It becomes rich in no time.

My gaze couldn’t help but linger——

This is...a ballad?
Different from the overwhelming sound of jazz before, the fresh and natural sound of folk songs has no lethality. It will disappear into the background sound if you don't pay attention. However, the performance in front of you shows dazzling skills in simple chords. The melody of people flying up and down is like Spring rain usually plays on the eardrums.

There are no lyrics or singing, but I can't help but cast my gaze.

Then, at a glance, you can see the face.

Handsome, clear and elegant.

Simply sitting there makes people unable to move their eyes away. The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, and the sun shines through the heavy clouds. It is warm but not hot, gentle but not hot, and the tense heartstrings relax immediately. Come down.

Before he realized it, the corners of his mouth had slightly raised. Not only other viewers, but also Hannah looked at Anne with astonishment.

But this time, Annie was really innocent, and she didn't understand what Anson was doing.

The only thing that can be determined is that this Anson is slightly different from usual, a little reserved, low-key and quiet, but still shining brightly.

Anne couldn't move her eyes away, quietly, just intoxicated.

Hannah didn't get the answer, but she didn't have the time or energy to ask. She quickly turned her head and looked at the stage, fearing that she would miss any bit of the performance.

Kristen and Jack were no exception. They both looked at Anson with some curiosity and inquiry.

Anson was not in a hurry, always calm and calm, playing the melody with his fingertips. His purpose was not to attract attention or win applause, but purely to create an atmosphere for the two friends, so there was no need to rush.

The notes lingering in the coffee house are neither overwhelming nor gorgeous, but Anson seems to be playing with music. He starts to play freely and let his imagination run wild, just to create an atmosphere.

Therefore, Anson kept the melody simple, even with a little childish teasing and mischief, hiding his ridicule between the notes.

Raising his head, Anson also noticed the gazes of Jack and Kristen. A smile crept onto his brow, and he played two more eight-beats before getting to the point.

Kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick.

The notes danced on the fingertips, and then Anson's singing voice finally spread through the microphone.

"I admit that you have captured me, and you know full well."

"I'm trying to be cool, but your hotness makes me melt."

"I can feel it starting to move, and now I'm trying to brake." (Note 1)

A little naughty, a little childish, a little fresh. The lyrics and the melody are not complicated. It's just a ditty, even a little crude. But Anson's singing has a slight smile, and happiness and throbbing surge between the lyrics, which is sweet. It just overflowed.

Jack, the heartstrings plucked gently.

He didn't even have time to figure out what was going on with Anson's lyrics. He glanced at Kristen subconsciously, quickly retracted but couldn't help but glance again, and his heartbeat, which wasn't very fast, suddenly skipped a beat.

The air is green and pink.

There was no need to roar or shout, the crowds of people in the coffee house slowly gathered towards the stage. The cheerful rhythm and petty bourgeoisie sentiment made people dazzled, and the whole atmosphere changed quietly.

"Before my aloofness completely collapsed, I tried to show my most handsome side, and nothing could stop me except God."

Haha.

There was a chuckle, the throbbing of budding emotions floated quietly in the air, and the whole world was filled with the breath of love.

"I guess this is an opportunity to either gain love or learn a lesson, but I won't hesitate any longer, no, no, no."

Anson raised his gaze and looked at the crowd, like a butterfly landing on the shoulders of Jack and Kristen, humming softly.

"Can't wait any longer, I'm-Yours."

Tactful, graceful, the whole world is spinning, such a simple, straightforward and childish sentence, but it makes countless parallel universes in the coffee house collectively fall into a fatal romance.

Falling, falling slowly like this.

Note 1: I'm-Yours - Jason-Mraz

(End of this chapter)