The queen of poisonous milk in the entertainment industry

Chapter 212
The takeaway guy who received good reviews went downstairs and was about to leave when he heard the wrong piano sound in his ear. Is this a mistake?

Because the scale jumps a lot, most people have heard this obvious wrong sound.

Li Ya stretched her head and looked down, the person who came to Qifeng Cafe to play the piano today was not the same as before, but a newcomer.

Chiffon Café does not have people talking about the piano all the time. Generally, the pianist plays the piano from 11:6 noon to 8:[-] pm and from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] pm.

"Is this a newcomer today? Why did you make a mistake playing the piano?" What Li Ya said was also what most people thought.

The takeaway boy who was about to leave stopped immediately. The piano in the store is still very good. Although it is not a Steinway, it is not cheap either.

The takeaway boy walked up to the piano player and couldn't help it, "You don't play the piano like this."

After speaking, he made a hand gesture, and the pianist, who was embarrassed, took advantage of the situation. He only hoped that the boss would not fire him.

As soon as the takeaway boy sat in front of the piano, his whole temperament changed. Sitting in front of the piano, he instantly gave people the feeling of playing solo on a big stage.

Then the customers in the entire cafe saw the takeaway guy flying his fingers. When the fingertips touched the keys, a series of quick semitones painted a picture of a wild bee flying, and the sound of the wings vibrating when the wild bee flew. It seems to be close at hand.

The changes in the intensity of hitting the keys vividly depict the scenes of wild bees moving away and approaching and occasionally stopping.

Li Ya and Wu Sitong stood on the side of the stairs unknowingly, and they looked at each other in shock, this is really a master among the people.

After the song "Flight of the Bumblebee" was over, everyone in the cafe started applauding.

"Hey, little brother, why don't you come to our store to play the piano, five hours a day, and the salary is three thousand."

The takeaway boy smiled when he heard this, then shook his head.

"Why? Your skill at playing the piano is so good, which proves that you also like music. It's not without wages to play the piano here." The store manager immediately said, just from the song "Flying of the Bumblebee", I knew that the delivery boy's skills must be excellent. Better than this new guy in their store.

If it wasn't for the sudden resignation of the previous pianist today, she wouldn't be able to find someone to come to the emergency, but this person also played a super obvious note wrong.

Even people who don't understand music can easily hear that they played wrongly. The store manager is very angry, but it is impossible to find someone if she is asked to find someone temporarily.

"It's just showing off, there is no emotion. I appreciate your kindness. I still have takeaways to deliver, so I'll leave first." The takeaway boy smiled shyly, and walked out of the store regardless of the store manager's loud voice to persuade him to stay.

Li Ya is still amazed at how versatile the delivery boys are these days. The point is that they are more willing to deliver food in the hot summer than sitting in an air-conditioned store.

"Why didn't he accept the store manager's suggestion? Isn't playing the piano much better than delivering food? Sometimes you have to suffer when delivering food. How nice it is here, and there is no wind and sun."

Before waiting for Wu Sitong's answer, Li Ya turned her head and saw that Wu Sitong was writing with a brush?
She leaned over to take a look, and it was indeed a sketch of the takeaway guy. She saw that Wu Sitong wrote that although he was wearing a uniform, the uniform was clean and tidy, his body was upright despite his big steps, and the hand holding the takeaway was carefully protected with gloves
Li Ya was surprised to find that it seemed to be the case, "But why didn't he accept the position of pianist?"

"For life, because life is not only poetry and distant places, but also the helplessness of firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea." Wu Sitong did not stop writing, as can be seen from the pair of worn leather shoes of the delivery boy.

　Thank you for the reward of Kucha
　　
　
(End of this chapter)