I Really Don't Want to Be the Protagonist

Shi Qinghai waved his hands indifferently: "Summer worms can't talk about ice, well frogs can't talk about sea, how can those wise people know how to appreciate your talent and mine."

"Just wait, it won't be long before you need the Golden Melody Award to prove yourself, but the Golden Melody Award needs you to prove its weight!"

Sikong Mingyue lowered her head, gave a gentle smile, then raised her head, her beautiful eyes sparkled brightly: "I hope there will be such a day, I have already made plans to continue walking on this road."

"You are right."

Shi Qinghai stared at Sikong Mingyue, and said slowly: "Most people don't know why they live and how to live them, and they don't care about them. Their lives are lived in such an orderly and disorderly manner, like grass, which grows green every spring. , turn yellow in winter."

"And being able to firmly choose one's own goals at such a young age, and to move forward and persevere, regardless of success or failure, is something worthy of admiration."

"Dream is a very broad word. Many people feel empty and unrealistic when they hear it, but please don't care about other people's opinions, strange eyes, and gossip after dinner. When you really work hard for your dream, you have already met them. It's different."

"En!" The light in Sikong Mingyue's eyes became clearer, and her fascinating voice also became firm at this moment: "After a few years, we will all be just a pile of bones, or we will be buried in the sea, or our souls will return to other lands, and our consciousness will end. Will be silent, no longer the past. Life is limited, but the meaning of life is infinite, and I hope to live an infinite life in a limited life.”

"Books will never disappear, and words will never disappear. There are too many things in this world that can carry our talents. A person's journey may be lonely, but it is great enough."

The spacious coffee shop was empty at this time, and Sikong Mingyue's voice illuminated the whole place like a soft light. This kind of voice should be intoxicating, but at this moment, it was like the morning bell and evening drum in Shi Qinghai's ears, deafeningly deafening.

She is one of the few women who can resonate with herself in the spiritual world.

In such a pure emotion, the part occupied by confidant is much higher than that of love.

"Hahaha."

Shi Qinghai laughed, stretched out his hand to straighten Sikong Mingyue's fallen hair, and said with a pun: "Your voice is very nice, I like it very much."

Sikong Mingyue accepted Shi Qinghai's compliment generously, and said with a smile, "I like it too."

On the upper left, a brown-black grand piano sits silently here, adding a touch of nobility to the original simple Nordic style.

"This piano, isn't it cheap?"

Shi Qinghai stood up and walked to the piano.

"Well, because I come here often, it's more expensive."

Sikong Mingyue walked up to Shi Qinghai, and introduced him: "Steinway d model grand piano, one of the top pianos in the world, suitable for a spacious private residence, or a display of a top organization, worth more than one million yuan."

"When you start playing a Steinway Model D, it's extraordinary. It's a privilege to own a piano like this one."

Shi Qinghai said this famous slogan with a smile.

"Yes."

Sikong Mingyue pursed her lips and smiled, with her hands behind her back, her slender and white fingers intertwined, looking like ten naughty and lively children.

This is what she does when she is very relaxed.

Shi Qinghai stood beside the piano, touched the piano frame with both hands, bent down and bowed his head, deeply feeling the soul of this piano.

"The length is about 274 centimeters, and the width is 157 centimeters. The treble strings are made of high-strength Swedish steel, and the bass is made of Swedish steel as the core wire and wrapped with pure copper."

"Deng deng dang deng deng!"

Passing over all the keys of the piano with one hand, Shi Qinghai showed a comfortable expression on his face: "The keys are made of Bavarian spruce wood, which feels very good in the hand. The black keys are made of ebony, and the anti-slip work is also very good."

"The soundboard is the heart and soul of the piano. It can bring a full and rich tone to the piano. Its material should be North American Hitka spruce. I haven't heard such a crisp and pleasant sound for a long time."

"call"

Shi Qinghai stood up straight, with an unfinished expression on his face.

His piano skill is level nine, and he has a lot of knowledge about the piano, but the high-quality piano in front of him aroused Shi Qinghai's interest.

"Hearing your introduction, I seem to know my own piano again."

Sikong Mingyue looked at Shi Qinghai with eyes like autumn water, and the strand of hair hanging down looked so graceful at this moment, and it was as beautiful as the light, it was really beautiful.

"Would you like to play one for me?"

"The last time I heard your piano music was at my concert."

Shi Qinghai asked back: "Then would you like to play with me?"

Sikong Mingyue was taken aback, smiling brightly.

"of course can!"

The two sat together, although there was a slight distance between each other, but their hearts were connected at this moment.

The piano piece played by two people, played by four hands, the most classic piece is Canon.

Canon is originally a soothing and moving piano piece. In such an atmosphere, it is most suitable for playing.

It's simple and sounds good!

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait"

On a moonlit night, in a quiet and elegant coffee shop, the two put their hands on the clean keys, gestating music in the interlaced black and white keys.

The clear sound of the zither sounded slowly, spreading like a tide, euphemistically continuous, like a mountain spring meandering from a deep valley, flowing slowly.

After a while,

A piece of music ended like this, the two of them looked at each other, Shi Qinghai could clearly see the attachment in Sikong Mingyue's eyes.

Some relationships don't take a long time to prove.