"No need. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" Fang still refused, "Thirty euros per person, this price is not particularly expensive, it is nothing." Xiao Yao is also a star no matter how he says it, how can Fang still care about the ticket price of dozens of euros.

"But this is too much," Andrew said angrily, "It's not about money, it's clearly a blatant bullying of foreigners." Let's just not go in and go back to listen to rock music, it's free anyway, and it's free for foreigners. ”

"They probably think that foreigners who come to the festival will spend much more than the extra 20 euros on the road, and most of them will not do it because of the high price. Xiao Yao said, "But since you're here, you still have to go in." Who called us foreigners, let's be slaughtered, anyway, this knife is not too ruthless. Let's buy the tickets separately, you buy yours, and our tickets will buy ourselves. ”

Hearing Xiao Yao say this, Andrew Belmont and the other three could only nod in agreement and ring the call bell on the table.

As the bell rang, a white woman in her forties walked out of the back room, stood in front of the ticket office and asked several people in French, "Do I need to buy tickets?"

"Yes. Kira Bea replied in French. As he spoke, he pulled out a 10-euro bill.

Fang still and Pei Minyi don't know French, and the three locals all know English, so the six of them communicate in English all the way, but now that the ticket sales staff are asking questions in French, they naturally use their native language to communicate with the ticket sales staff.

Kira successfully bought the tickets for 10 euros, and then Clara and Andrew stepped forward to buy tickets in turn, Xiao Yao's eyes lit up after seeing their ticket buying process, and he turned his head and whispered to Pei Minyi: "I'll buy tickets in a while, you two don't have to go over, don't make a sound." ”

After the three locals bought the tickets, they stood aside and waited, Xiao Yao stepped forward and handed out 30 euros to the ticket seller, and said in French: "Trouble you, I want three." ”

"Are you French?" the white woman selling the ticket looked at Xiao Yao's Asian face and subconsciously said, "Can I see your ID card?"

"Yes, we are French-Chinese, locals," Xiao Yao said in fluent French, "but we forgot to bring our ID when we went out." ”

"Forgot to bring it?" the white woman who sold the ticket looked at Xiao Yao suspiciously.

"Yes, I forgot to bring it. Xiao Yao nodded, then deliberately leaned in front of the white woman who was selling tickets in front of him, and whispered, "I live on Tyron Street, and these two are my neighbors." The girl in red is my favorite, and the other is her best friend. I heard that there was a jazz performance here today, so I finally asked them out to play and said that I would bring them to jazz music. If we go back and get our ID now, we'll miss this last show. But if I pay you ninety euros now, I won't have the money to send them to supper or a taxi to take them home. In that case, I'll be completely out of action!Sister, please help!"

"What?" exclaimed Clara and the others, all with surprised expressions.

Although Xiao Yao was talking to the ticket seller in a low voice, the three people next to him could also hear it clearly.

Seeing that the ticket seller was attracted by the attention of the three people next to him, Xiao Yao quickly turned his head and said to the three of them in French: "What are you doing? It's not my fault that I forgot to bring my ID card, when you told me that there was a jazz performance here, you didn't say that you still need an ID card to buy a ticket." ”

"You know?" said the ticket sellers.

"Of course, we are both students at the École Supérieure des Beaux-Arts in Clermont. Xiao Yao said, "By the way, which of you has brought your documents? Help me prove it?" As he spoke, Xiao Yao turned his head and winked at the three of them.

Clara reacted the fastest, and immediately took out the student ID card in her bag and handed it over, "This is my student ID, he is my classmate, and those two are his friends." I told him there was jazz here today. ”

"Well, have a nice night. The ticket clerk looked at Clara's student ID, took the thirty euros in Xiao Yao's hand, handed Xiao Yao three tickets, and squeezed his eyes at Xiao Yao with a smile and said, "Good luck, young man." ”

"Thank you!" Xiao Yao took the ticket with a smile and said, "It's my good luck to meet you today!"

After buying the tickets, the three of them quickly left the ticket office and waited at the entrance of the concert hall.

Seeing the ticket clerk leave again, Andrew smiled and patted Xiao Yao's shoulder, gave a thumbs up and said, "Xiao, it's really you! I didn't expect you to speak French so well, and you are very good at deceiving people." ”

"I'm an actor. Xiao Yao said with a smile, "Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills!"

"But how do you know about Tyron Street?" said Kira Bea curiously, "didn't you just come to Clermont Ferrand today?"

Clermont-Ferrand also has Chinatown. The Rue Tyron that Xiao Yao refers to is a street in Clermont Ferrand's Chinatown. Because there are so many Chinese restaurants on this street, it is also famous among the locals of Clermont-Ferrand.

"I've been to Clermont Ferrand before," Xiao Yao said, "and I've been to the Rue Tyron for Chinese food. Know that it is one of the most famous streets in Chinatown. ”

"For sixty euros, do you get it?" Fang Fang, who figured out what had happened, still smiled bitterly, "If it is exposed, how embarrassing it will be?"

Just now, Fang and Pei Minyi stood a little far away from the ticket counter at Xiao Yao's request, and they didn't see Xiao Yao's action of buying tickets, and the two of them didn't understand French, and they didn't understand what Xiao Yao said.

"Demolish it, debunk it, no one here knows me anyway!" Xiao Yao said indifferently.

A few people were chatting, and suddenly the door of the concert hall opened, and it seemed that the previous performance was over, and some audience members had left.

After waiting for a while, when there was no more coming out of the concert hall, the six of them also entered the concert hall with the tickets they had just bought.

When the six of them entered the venue, they found that there were still many people sitting in the concert hall, and it seemed that many people had directly bought tickets for the two performances, preparing to watch the two performances in a row.

It didn't take long for the show to begin. Several musicians sat down on stage chairs with musical instruments, the most striking of which was a black man with a gray beard. He walked up to the stage last empty-handed, sat down in front of a piano on the stage, and began to play.

The scale of this concert hall is not large, and the auditorium has only about 100 seats, and it only sits 60 or 70 people. But the musicians, especially the black musician who played the piano who was the main character at first glance, were of a very high level, the performance was very good, the environment and the music effect of the scene were also very good, and a few people sat in it and listened to the jazz music, which was also quite enjoyable. Xiao Yao felt that even if it was thirty euros alone, it would be worth the ticket price.

After performing six of the world's most famous jazz songs or songs, the black musician seemed to be a little tired, took off the microphone on the piano stand and stood up, walked to the edge of the stage and began to interact with the audience.

"Hello everyone. The black musician greeted everyone in English, which immediately drew a round of applause from the audience.

"As you know, jazz is about improvisation, so I added a small interactive session for you today. "I'm almost seventy years old, and I'm tired of playing for an hour straight, so I decided to ask an audience member to come up and perform a piece and give me a few minutes to rest. Of course, I can also provide some comments and guidance if the audience who comes up is willing. I wonder if any audience member would like to come up and perform for everyone?"

"Wow~" Hearing the black musician say this, many viewers in the audience let out some excited exclamations, and many viewers were a little eager to try.

The black musician on stage is named Louis Joseph, from Chicago, the "Windy City" of the United States, although he is not well-known in the pop music circle, but in the jazz circle, he is a very old and very admired musician.

"Wow, Louis Joseph is a master of jazz, and it's a rare opportunity to be in front of him and be instructed by him personally. Kira Bea was also excited.

"Boss, don't you know how to play the piano, why don't you try it too?" Hearing Kira Bea say this, Pei Minyi turned her head and proposed to Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao, whether in his previous life or in this life, has no special preference for jazz, and basically listens to some jazz songs with high popularity, and he is not very familiar with the music masters in the jazz circle, but after listening to the words of Kira Bea and Pei Minyi, Xiao Yao also felt that this opportunity to get close to the jazz master was indeed quite rare, so he nodded with a smile and raised his arm.

"Does he really want to go up?" Clara and the others looked at Xiao Yao's raised arm with some surprise, "When I bought the ticket just now, I was acting and deceiving people, and now I want to go on stage to perform, is he really a Chinese person? Doesn't it mean that Chinese people are very reserved?"

"It seems that there are quite a few people who want to come up and show their skills," said Louis Joseph, a black musician, happily looking at the seven or eight arms raised in the audience.

"Who to choose?" said Louis Joseph after a moment's hesitation, then with a humorous smile, "I think I should choose the youngest looking audience in order not to be compared." As he spoke, Louis Joseph swept past the audience who raised their hands in turn, and finally stopped in the direction of looking at Xiao Yao.

"Young man, it's you. Please come on stage. Louis Joseph beckoned to Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao didn't squirm, happily stood up from his seat, and quickly ran onto the stage.

"Young people are energetic," Louis Joseph said happily, and then asked, "what do you want to perform?" My band knows a lot of jazz tunes, and as long as they are not too obscure, I think they are fine." ”

"I wanted to perform a song that I wrote myself, so the band couldn't really help. Xiao Yao smiled, "But I can play the guitar myself, I can play and sing by myself." ”

"All right," said Louis Joseph, nodding and turning to his musicians, "you can rest as lazily as I do." Jack, lend this young man your guitar!"

A middle-aged white man wearing a yellow top hat smiled and nodded, walked to the front of the stage with the chair and acoustic guitar he was sitting on, swung the chair to the front of the stage, and then handed the guitar in his hand to Xiao Yao.

"Young man, let's enjoy your performance. Louis Joseph walked to the piano and took the microphone stand that had been standing next to the piano to the chair, put the microphone on the microphone stand, and then retreated to the piano bench and sat down. The middle-aged man named Jack also walked to the piano and leaned on the piano to look at Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao sat on the chair, first stretched out his hand to pluck the strings and tried the sound, and then adjusted the height of the microphone stand in front of him, and then introduced: "I will send you a song "Vincent". ”

The audience gave a round of encouraging applause. Hearing that this young man really reported the title of a song that he had never heard of, many viewers were also looking forward to it.

"Huh?" Fang still and Pei Minyi listened to Xiao Yao's words, and at the same time let out a strange surprise.

"What's wrong? Isn't that Xiao's original song? Didn't he say that he was a music songwriter and singer?" asked Clara, who was still beside Fang Zhen, curiously.

"No, it's a new song he wrote just the other day. Fang still said, "But we have heard that song, it is a folk song, not a jazz song." ”

"The maestro told him to go up and perform jazz, he wouldn't go up and sing a ballad, would he? Kira Bea also said.

"Who knows? No one knows him here anyway, so it's a shame to be ashamed. Fang still said, "In case he really comes nonsense, let's pretend not to know him for a while." ”

When the applause of the audience fell, Xiao Yao's fingers gently plucked the strings and started the prelude to the song. It's just that although this prelude is still the melody that Fang still has heard before, it feels like the rhythm is much slower.

"Starry, StarryNight..."Xiao Yao opened his mouth and sang, and Fang Yi's feeling was even more obvious. Not only has the rhythm of the accompaniment changed, but the rhythm of Xiao Yao's singing, including the way she sang when singing, was also different from what she had heard at the press conference. Xiao Yao's current singing voice is full of lazy feelings, and to her, it seems to be really the taste of jazz.

"Is this the song? is it a ballad?" Clara looked at Fang Yi suspiciously.

"It's this song, the lyrics and melody are the same, but the rhythm and singing style are completely different. Fang still said softly, "He almost turned this song into a completely different flavor, I didn't expect him to be able to play like this." ”

This "vincent" is a song written by DonMclean in the previous life, which has been covered by countless people and has been adapted into many different versions. Xiao Yao just wrote "Vincent" recently, and he still has a deep impression of this song, and now he is going to perform jazz, in fact, he doesn't know much about jazz, and he remembers the jazz version of this song sung by Wang Ruolin in his previous life.

"Wait, he seems to be singing Van Gogh in this song. Kira Bea, who was paying attention to the lyrics of the song, suddenly spoke, "The lyrics are related to several of Van Gogh's paintings. Is he also an admirer of Van Gogh?"

"Van Gogh, the great painter of Impressionism?" Fang still said strangely, "I haven't heard him say anything, and I haven't seen him paint oil paintings." He could draw, but I've only seen him sketch and our Chinese ink paintings. ”

"Definitely," said Kira Bea, nodding, "his song is called Vincent, and Van Gogh's name is Vincent Wilhelm van Gogh." ”

"Is he still a fan of Van Gogh?" Fang still muttered. Kira Bea studied art, and no one else doubted her judgment.

At the end of Xiao Yao's song, there was a round of warm applause, and in addition to the audience, even the musicians on the stage, including Louis Joseph and Jack on the piano, also nodded and applauded while laughing.