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He Jiani was also amused by Yang Tang's casual nonsense: "Hehe, can you really play the piano tomorrow?"

"Of course!" Yang Tang said with some certainty, "Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, anyway, within a week." "The longest time for skills to cure is seven days.

"Then I'm really waiting to hear you play the piano!" said He Jiani, who couldn't help but cover her mouth lightly and snickered again.

At this time, Fang Yuhua walked back and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

He Jiani muttered something to her, she also giggled, and then patted Yang Tang: "Hey?"

"What are you doing?" Yang Tang glared.

"Do you think playing the piano is easy?"

Yang Tang shook his head and said, "Anyway, it won't be difficult." Of course, he knew very well in his heart that without the help of dreams, he would not have been able to become a piano master in his past and present lives.

"That girl really has to wait and see!"

******

Into the night, the fourth dream.

Yang Tang saw the sculpture again in the golden haze, but this time he was surprised to find that the red flickering red of the small red dot in the six-pointed star seemed to fade a little.

Of course, it was only a very faint color change, if it weren't for the existence of an eagle eye, Yang Tang wouldn't be able to see it, and even he himself thought it was an illusion.

There are no twists and turns in the process of entering the fourth dream, making choices for several comic scenes that claim to have a genius pianist, Yang Tang randomly entered "The Trip of Reasoning", and it was the scene before Narumi Kiyotaka suddenly announced his retirement from the piano world at the age of 20, Yang Tang spent 400 seconds holding hands with him (Mingwu's request) to copy skills, so much so that Narumi Kiyotaka thought he was gay, and almost didn't kill him after letting go of his hand.

Returning to the golden haze, Yang Tang was a little puzzled, if you put aside the reincarnation multiples of up to forty, then it only takes ten seconds to copy the piano skills of a genius pianist, which is really a bit unacceptable.

Unexpectedly, Mingwu jumped out again and gave him a half-and-half-la-la explanation: Although Narumi Kiyotaka's intelligence and spiritual power far exceed ordinary people, they still belong to the category of human beings!

"What do you mean? You don't want to say I'm evolving into a non-human, do you?"

Mingwu didn't respond again.

"Damn, I want to exchange [Kiyotaka's piano skills]!"

Redeeming skills will cost 133.1 merit (sins), please be sure whether to redeem or not?

"Change, exchange merit. ”

Deduct 133.1 merit!

Currently has 322.5 merits!

Fifth, a single skill exchange in the Dream Realm will cost one hundred and forty-six points of merit (sins)!

Is it solidified [Kiyotaka's piano technique]?

"Curing. ”

The skill duration is forty-nine minutes.

Cannot be used until the skill has been cured.

Use [Skill Solidification Space] One!

Curing begins......

Currently has [Skill Solidification Space] fifteen!

Listening to a series of enlightenment prompts, Yang Tang was a little stunned: "Hey, you don't need to strengthen your physical fitness or something?"

Mingwu didn't react.

******

Yang Tang woke up in the morning was still a little unbelievable, last night's fourth dream was too simple, it took eighty merits to exchange for reincarnation points, more than a hundred merits to exchange for skills, and then it was over?

[Forget it, it only takes less than an hour to cure, and when the time comes, you will know, and you don't need to think about it.] ]

After Yang Tang comforted himself, he no longer thought about it, but washed up, and went to buy paper money, braziers and other things with Yang's father and Yang's mother.

Today is the Qingming Festival, according to the customs of Yang Tang and their hometown, if they go back to the old house and go to the grave during the Spring Festival, then during the Qingming Festival, they can sacrifice their ancestors, burn some paper money, and send it. On the contrary, if the Spring Festival is busy with entertainment and only worships the ancestors, then when it comes to the Qingming Festival of that year, you have to go back to your hometown to go to the grave in person no matter what.

And the Spring Festival before Yang Tang was reborn and came back, he remembered it most clearly, and during the rare few days of vacation, he ran back to his hometown and cried in front of the grave of his grandparents and mother-in-law.

When the second elder was still alive, Yang Tang once made a wish to the second elder, one day, to let the second elder live a good life and enjoy the blessings, but the second elder died of illness and went early, this became a joke, but it was close to the college entrance examination, the past emerged, he couldn't help but feel sad from it, and felt ashamed of his ancestors, so he burst into tears and cried bitterly.

After finding an open space outside the hotel to burn paper and worship the ancestors, Yang Tang turned around and saw He Jiani and Fang Yuhua standing slim at the gate of the hotel, and the two women were followed by a few people, all carrying large bags and small bags in their hands, all of which were paper money, incense candles and other things.

It seems that they will also find a place to worship their ancestors, and Yang Tang's family is naturally not easy to disturb, so they only nodded when they passed by by mistake, said hello, and went to the restaurant to eat.

When the second daughter came back, her expression was not very happy. Yang Tang and them can only be regarded as ordinary friends, and it is not easy to get together to comfort anything, just at this time, Mingwu fell from the sky: the skill [Qinglong's piano technique] was solidified!

[Okay, okay, it's just the right time, just make them happy!]

Yang Tang thought so, divided the breakfast in front of him by two, closed his eyes and recalled Nikolai's orchestral piece "Wild Bees Flying", and then walked to the piano that Fang Yuhua played yesterday and sat down under the incredible eyes of Yang's father and Yang's mother.

"Hey, what are you doing with Tangtang?"

"What my Tang Tang ......" He Jiani denied it in a little panic, but her eyes involuntarily looked in the direction Fang Yuhua pointed, "Ah, he doesn't really want to play the piano, right?"

"Who knows, I hope I can make this girl feel amazing!" Fang Yuhua teased.

Then.

“do.rai.mi.fa.so.xi.do……”

Yang Tang clumsily, poked the keys one by one with his fingers, and tried the sound.

This behavior caused a commotion among the surrounding guests. Because the idiot can also see Yang Tang's rusty movements when he touches the keys, he is simply insulting the hotel's original imported Charlen grand piano.

Just when someone was about to move and wanted to go on stage to stop Yang Tang from playing the piano again, Yang Tang's originally sluggish finger movements suddenly became smart.

A string of ethereal piano sounds like meteors seemed to come from the sky, gently passing the ears of everyone present, and the light and distant feeling made people feel a sense of vanity in the midst of flowers and plants.

Those who thought they knew the piano and were eager to drag Yang Tang off the stage almost instantly forgot their original shame. Even some other people who didn't care about Yang Tang's actions at all just wanted to desperately raise their heads at the moment and look for the lingering flowers and grass that didn't exist at all.

Unfortunately, the flowers and grass are accompanied by the fading sound of the piano...... Gone.

Just when people were a little lamenting that the last glissando was gone, a rapid, coherent but not annoying melody began to become clear.

"W-What is this?!"

"Like the sound of a bee......"

"It should be wild bees, wild bees are flying!"

Someone whispered, but as the main theme became more and more urgent, the voice gradually disappeared.

Everyone in a restaurant was listening intently, including Yang's father and Yang's mother, whose mouth was wide open.

Others don't know, but they know very well, to say that Yang Tang has practiced the piano, and he has studied a little bit in the second grade of primary school for a few months, and then because Yang's father was framed, it almost caused the entire Yang family to collapse, and Yang Tang's practice of the piano has been gone from then on.

"Xiao Hong, still, do you still have this talent?"

"I don't know!"

Wild bees are flying, wild bees are flying...... Wings buzzing, buzzing...... More and more urgent, more and more urgent......

Everyone was stunned.

But the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

In front of the piano, Yang Tang, who finished playing a song, had to sigh at the awesomeness of [Qinglong's piano skills], he had also heard many versions of the wild bee flying in his previous life, including the copycat version of those parrots on the Internet, among which no version of the "Wild Bee Flying" piano piece could be as mellow and clear as the one he played with his skills just now, including Maxim.

Of course, Maxim is mellow compared to the "Wild Bee Flying" played by others, at least it doesn't sound like many copycat versions, which may have a piano relationship, but the key is the processing of the player's fingering, after all, the main theme of "The Wild Bee Flying" is not difficult, it is completely a simple chromatic run, so it will be easy to be adapted, and various instrumental versions are derived from the original orchestra.

At this moment, Fang Yuhua, who had recovered from surprise and shock, walked onto the stage with elegant steps, walked to Yang Tang's side, and said softly: "I didn't expect you to really know how to play the piano, and you can play so well, hidden deep enough!"

Yang Tang said sincerely and modestly: "I haven't played the piano for many years, and I offer ugliness and ugliness!"

"It's strange to believe you!" Fang Yuhua glanced at him, and said with some curiosity: "What kind of song was that just now?

Yang Tang replied casually: "Just wild bees flying, Russia is ......" Between the words, he suddenly remembered that there was no shadow of Nikolai, an old Maozi composer, in his impression.

"How is it possible for a Russian tune?" Fang Yuhua obviously didn't believe it, "If there really be a Russian composing the tune just now, it can't be obscure......! Is there any composer in Russia who is famous? I don't know a single one. ”

Yang Tang could only say: "Just now I tied my tongue and accidentally said Trump, 'I made it by myself', which means that I composed my own music!"

"No wonder I haven't heard of it!" Fang Yuhua's face was abrupt, and he touched Yang Tang's shoulder with his elbow very familiarly, "Go back and mail me the music score, I have to learn your song hard!"

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