This star’s style is wrong

Chapter 85 The Harmony of the Qin, Se, and Ming (please follow up)

"Come and try, I'll go first."

The young boss pressed his hands on the keys of the piano and played a string of "Nocturne" melody.

Lu Xiang'er thought about it and decided that it was just a try on the violin, it was no big deal.

So I picked up the bow, waited until the melody entered the next measure, put the bow on the strings, and started playing.

The melodious sound of the piano floated out from the violin.

The melody is beautiful, the rhythm is brisk, and it is very pleasant to the ears.

Lu Xiang'er was immersed in the sweet sound of the piano, and her mood suddenly relaxed. She closed her eyes and continued playing.

However, after playing together for a short time.

The sound of the piano gradually failed to keep up.

The young boss played very hard, trying to keep up with the rhythm of the violin, but his piano skills were just that.

In fact, this young piano store owner was forced to learn piano by his elders when he was a child, but he didn't have the talent and didn't develop it, so he gave up later.

His piano skills are not bad in front of ordinary people.

When you meet an expert, all kinds of secrets are revealed.

Although his piano skills are average, his appreciation level is still high.

Therefore, he could tell that the little girl in front of him played the violin very well.

The more this happens, the more unwilling he is to admit defeat.

I racked my brains, tried my best, and used all I had learned in my life to stare at the row of black and white keys and press them hard.

Even so, I still can’t keep up.

Lu Xiang'er was originally immersed in the melodious music of the piano, and her thoughts drifted in the sea of ​​clouds following the music.

However, the occasional sound of piano playing made her frown frequently.

After several times in a row, her mood for playing was almost disturbed.

When she was about to stop playing, she suddenly heard the sound of another piano joining the ensemble.

Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang...

This piano sound has a brisk rhythm and a powerful sound that overwhelms the previous piano sound and keeps up with the violin melody.

An expert will know if there is one as soon as he takes action.

After only listening to two bars, she knew that the piano sound was of high quality.

This is a wonderful feeling of mountains and flowing water. When you hear the melodious ensemble, the melody in your heart will be inspired.

A faint smile appeared on Lu Xiang'er's lips, and she began to play the violin to her heart's content.

The sounds of piano and violin float in the air, intertwined and complementing each other.

It's like two tree vines, entwined with each other, growing upward together, chasing the sun and rain.

Sometimes the fiddle vines grow taller, spreading their branches in the sun.

Sometimes the vines of the piano catch up again, pass over the head, and bloom.

The young boss, who was originally playing the piano, heard the sound of a new piano added in, and he played in perfect harmony with the violin, as if he had rehearsed.

His lame piano sound was like a third party intervening.

Moreover, the other two's ensemble was so perfect that he couldn't squeeze in even if he wanted to, and it would be superfluous to play another note.

He was a little unhappy, but it wasn't easy to get angry.

Others just play well and the ensemble is almost perfect. If they are unhappy, what can they do?

He stood up and looked at the boy sitting in front of a black piano with a straight face.

The boy wore a mask and didn't know when he came in. He sat down and started playing the piano, and he knew from the first listen that his level was quite good.

Wait until the "Nocturne" ensemble ends.

Lu Xiang'er slowly put down her bow, opened her eyes and looked towards the direction where the sound of the piano was coming from.

There, under the afterglow of the setting sun, a boy stood up, with his back to the setting sun. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he felt a little familiar and a little strange.

The young boss walked up and asked, "Brother, Qin is a good talker. You can learn this piece of music very quickly. Are you going to use it to seduce girls?"

Fang Xing smiled and did not answer his words.

The young boss asked again: "Are you here to buy a piano, or do you have other matters?"

Fang Xing pointed at Lu Xiang'er and said, "I was with her."

The young boss understood immediately after hearing this: "She just called you, was she just calling you?"

"Yes, we came here just to ask if you can help repair the piano." Fang Xing replied.

The young boss shook his head directly: "Our piano shop doesn't accept piano repair work, you are looking for the wrong place."

"Is this the address and name on the business card?" Fang Xing took the business card from Lu Xiang'er.

"The address is correct, and the name belongs to my grandfather, but my grandfather has retired and never takes up piano repair work." The young boss waved his hand.

Fang Xing looked at the business card in his hand and said, "This card may have a longer history than you. Why don't you call your grandpa and tell us that we were introduced by Liang Yusong from Songshi Records."

The young boss didn't want to call at first, but when he heard Liang Yusong's name, he hesitated.

The name Liang Yusong is quite famous in Donghai.

The young boss thought about it and said, "Okay. I'll call and ask."

He said as he took out his cell phone and started making a call.

Not long after, the call was finished.

He turned around and said, "My grandfather does know Liang Yusong, but I would like to trouble you to go to my grandfather's place to find him."

After Fang Xing got the address, he took Lu Xiang'er out of the piano store.

The young piano store owner stood at the door, watching the two people leaving, and sighed: "Such a good little cabbage was taken away. Why didn't I practice piano for two more years?"

The shopping guide next to him glanced at the boss with twitching cheeks, and said to himself: You can't catch up with the harmonious sound of the piano and the harp just now that you practiced for two more years.

After coming out of the music store, Fang Xing and the two took a taxi to find the grandfather of the music store owner according to the address.

The two were sitting in the back of a taxi.

Along the way, Lu Xiang'er was still immersed in the "Nocturne" ensemble just now, and brought up the topic: "Your "Nocturne" is on the hot song list, and the ranking has risen very quickly."

"Really? I didn't pay attention." Fang Xing replied casually.

"Aren't you supposed to be doing rankings? There's a lot of quarrel on the Internet about rankings." Lu Xiang'er turned her head, her face full of curiosity.

"I was so busy rehearsing for the next competition that I didn't even look at the hot song list."

Fang Xing indeed didn't look at it, and he knew very well that he didn't need to look at it at all.

The arranged version of "Nocturne" is so popular that it will take the number one spot on all charts, without any suspense.

No matter how hard your opponent fights, it's useless.

Wang Zha has this effect.

The opponent's struggle to hit the charts can only delay "Nocturne"'s climb to the top, and only a little bit.

Therefore, Fang Xing does not need to pay attention to the hot song list at all, he only needs to wait for the final results.

After all, Lu Xiang'er is a girl, and she is still very interested in entertainment gossip and music competition.

She took out her mobile phone, opened the hot music chart, held it up in front of Fang Xing, waved it, and said, "Look, "Nocturne" is at fifth place. But Wu Junchen's "Young and Frivolous" also rose very quickly. Yesterday I was in fifth place, today I’m in third place.”

"Um."

Fang Xing agreed casually without commenting.

"Do you think "Nocturne" can surpass "The Young and the Restless"?" Lu Xiang'er asked curiously.

Fang Xing came closer, stared at her profile, and asked with interest, "What do you think?"

Lu Xiang'er felt that Fang Xing was getting too close, so she quickly shrank her neck, fell back, and curled up in the seat like a kitten, squeaking: "I...I don't know."

After getting closer, the tip of my nose could already smell the faint scent emanating from her neck collar, mixed with a bit of shower gel and a fresh and soft fragrance.

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