Magic Love Ring

Chapter 11

The school leaves school at 6:00 and studies at night from 8:00 to 10:00. However, the school will not force the students to study at night, all of which are voluntary. Before, song Yan was lazy to study at night, but now it is unnecessary. In this case, why not use these two hours? 50 yuan for an hour and 3000 yuan for a month.

It's three months before the college entrance examination. As if applying for the job, 9000 yuan is enough for the college expenses, so you don't need to be angry with your aunt.

Think of here, song Yan to this coffee shop.

"Welcome back, master."

The waiter in maid's dress bowed to him.

"Hello, I see your advertisement for piano player outside. I'm here to apply."

In the middle of the conversation, song Yan looked at the cafe. The whole cafe was decorated in a comfortable and high-grade way. Now there are not many guests, only a few dials. There is a small stage in the center of the cafe, on which there is a pure white piano, and soft piano music in the sound. This kind of place is very suitable for the urban white-collar workers with petty bourgeoisie.

The waitress hesitated a little and said, "just a moment, please. I'll report to the boss."

Within three minutes, the waitress reappeared, came to song Yan and said with a smile, "our boss is free. Come with me."

Song Yan followed the waitress to an open office, then pointed and whispered, "go in."

"Thank you." Song Yan said a sentence to the waitress, and then he looked inside the office. The whole office space was very open, and a light fragrance came out of it

There is a white notebook computer on the desk. A very beautiful woman is sitting in front of the computer and knocking.

"Is this woman the boss? She is even more beautiful than Miss Hansha." Song Yan had some accidents. He raised his hand to knock on the door.

Just as he reached out, the woman stopped and looked up at him. "Come in," she said After he entered the office, he pointed to the sofa again: "please take a seat."

"Thank you."

After sitting down, song Yan said directly, "Hello, I'm here to apply for a piano player."

"I know. Xiaoying said that. " While talking, the woman's eyes swept over Song Yan's body, and then a slight arc was raised between her sexy lips: "are you still a student?"

"Yes, I'm a student at night middle school." Song Yan nodded.

"Night school!" The woman was a little surprised: "the best middle school in our province."

Listening to the woman, song Yan felt as if he was trying to show off. He was embarrassed and said, "my grades are not good."

"You are honest." The woman chuckled and said that with such a smile, a charming breath suddenly came out. The mature charming breath really hurt song Yan, a young man. For a while, his eyes were dull.

But soon, song Yan realized that he had made a fool of himself, and quickly took back his eyes, not daring to look more.

"Cluck!"

The woman chuckled. She didn't seem to care about song Yan's disrespect at all. She was very interested in saying, "what's your name?"

"Song inkstone."

"Well, classmate song Yan, can you tell me why you come here to apply?"

"Three months later, I will go to university, and I want to use this time to earn tuition fees," said Song Yan, who has no interview experience

"What a lovely little brother. I like you a little." The woman chuckled again: "however, my client group here is mainly urban white-collar workers, so I have higher requirements for pianists."

The woman's tone is very euphemism, song Yan can hear that the other side is rejecting him.

He was not angry about it. He looked up at her and said confidently, "I think I can."

After a moment's hesitation, the woman said, "I can give you a chance to play a song in the hall. If half of them applaud for you, I will admit you."

"Good."

Song Yan got up and walked to the hall, integrating the skills of a piano master. He didn't believe that he could not be qualified as a piano player in a coffee shop.

"Very confident!" The woman smiled again.

When he came to the hall, song Yan went directly to the white piano, opened the cover, sat down, and looked at the black and white keys that he had never touched, but he felt very familiar.

At this time, the voice of the beautiful landlady sounded: "everyone, this classmate named song Yan is going to play a song for you. If you play well, I hope you can clap and drum."

"As long as it's nice, we won't grudge applause." A male customer replied, but he gave face to the beautiful boss. As for song Yan, he didn't think the student could play such a good tune.

"Come on, lad." Another female customer laughed.

"Thank you." Song Yan stood up and saluted several guests. "The music I played below is called" refrain ", I hope you like it."After that, he took a deep breath, sat down again, and put his hands on the black and white keys.

When she heard song Yan's song name, Su mei'er was puzzled. She had a kind of inexplicable love for piano music since she was a child. She could say that she had heard all the piano music that was a little famous and pleasant. But song Yan was going to play "refrain", which he heard for the first time.

"Was it his original?" For a while, she became interested in Song inkstone.

Without any sign, the fingers on the black-and-white piano keys beat flexibly. Then, a string of notes with a touch of sadness flowed out of his fingers

At this moment, Su mei'er suddenly froze. Then, she closed her eyes gently and listened to the music only with her ears.

The customers who didn't think that song Yan could play any beautiful piano sound stopped talking and enjoyed it quietly after hearing the series of notes with light sadness.

The meaning of "refrain" is to restrain and restrain. This piece is one of the ten pieces of song Yan's free music after he acquired the skill of piano master.

The theme of this song is to miss, so it has an unspeakable sadness.

At the beginning of playing, song Yan was still shocked that he could play such a beautiful and moving music. But soon, he was totally immersed in the artistic conception of the song:

love is precious in a heart that is good at controlling and waiting. Life that can't survive winter is not worthy of enjoying the sunshine of spring. Sometimes to be a fool who waits for nothing just can get happiness, and stubborn belief can avoid the so-called miss.

Is it sadness? Still moved.

It's undeniable that song Yan was moved by his music, and felt a light sadness in his heart, just like what he missed in his life.

As for Su mei'er, who closed her eyes and listened to the tune, she was completely in the mood of the tune. I don't know what she recalled in the process of listening to the tune. There was a clear tear falling from the corner of her eyes.

Finally, a song.

Song Yan withdraws from that kind of sadness and takes a long breath, but what worries him is that there is no applause.

"Isn't this music not to their taste?" Subconsciously, he looked back and saw Su mei'er, who was wiping her eyes.

Just then, a loud but not intensive applause rang out.

Song Yan showed a smile on his lips. He knew that he had succeeded because he heard that all the customers in the coffee shop were applauding for him, even the waiter. He conquered them with the piano sound. At this moment, he had a strong sense of pride. Fortunately, he drew this skill.

[author's aside]: Thank you [little mosquito], [Jishao], [td87835792] for your reward.

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