"No problem, let's go"

Pulling the girl with a happy face, she walked around the shops on the street one by one.

I have to say that Huaxia's copycat ability is the top in the world, even if the musical instrument industry is no exception, the piano imitations of various international brands are dazzling.

Looking at the past one after another, many brands are good, but none of them meet his requirements.

His ears, which were extremely sensitive to musical notes, could not tolerate the slightest flaw in the piano in his hand.

What's more, the gift he chooses for the girl next to him must choose the best, this is the first gift he gives her, and he doesn't want to have the slightest flaw.

Although there was no harvest in the morning, Chen Youwei did not complain at all, but happily dragged Li Qingfeng to go shopping.

In her heart, being with Li Qingfeng is the happiest and most satisfying no matter what she does.

"Steinway?"

Li Qingfeng's original steps to move forward immediately stopped, and he looked at the store with great interest.

In an inconspicuous piano shop next to the sidewalk, Steinway's three black Chinese characters are hung diagonally on the door as a sign.

A hook-nosed, white-haired, very gentlemanly old foreigner in a suit was wiping the piano inside.

"Vivi, this way"

Chen Youwei paused, looked at this inconspicuous shop with some confusion, and said strangely: "Brother Qingfeng, why did you stop?"

"Don't you know this piano brand?" Li Qingfeng is a little strange, it stands to reason that this little girl will definitely do her homework, buying a piano without hearing Steinway or Sons is as puzzling as buying a car without hearing a Ferrari Rolls-Royce.

"Yes, but how could Steinway have a store in a place like this, and it's a bit shabby."

In the impression of Chinese people, a specialty store like Steinway must be a very gorgeous and tall occasion, and this kind of unpretentious store should not have anything good.

It's not an aesthetic problem, but in 06,07 years, many domestic brands and foreign brands have adopted similar marketing strategies, high-end, must be magnificent, splendid.

But like European and American countries, this kind of simplicity and low-key represents the heritage, especially the cultural artwork, luxury goods are another story.

"Let's go in and have a look"

Li Qingfeng didn't explain too much, the old man's hand would not have that kind of joint if he hadn't played the piano for more than 30 years.

Decades of playing always leave some traces, even on the piano, which has always been known for its elegance.

"Hello old man"

Li Qingfeng lowered his volume slightly and asked the old man who was seriously wiping the piano keys.

"Hello, what do you need from the two guests?" said the old man, speaking very good Chinese, with a somewhat foreign accent.

"We want to see the piano~"

There are not only pianos, violins, cellos, guitars and other musical instruments hanging on the walls of the house.

"Well, you can go and see for yourself, and ask me if you have any questions."

The old man didn't pay much attention to it, and directly let them see it for themselves, looking at his expression as if he didn't regard the two of them as customers at all.

Li Qingfeng nodded, walked into the house and quietly turned back, the figure of the old man was full of warmth under the sunlight outside the door, his old body was bent over, his eyes were extremely serious staring at the piano in front of him, and he wiped the dust on the keys little by little.

That pious expression made one suspect that he was facing his own beliefs, serious and fanatical.

The room is not small, with six or seven pianos placed around it, and signs written in Chinese and English next to them are written with precautions.

The interior decoration of the house has a unique charm of the West, like an ancient aristocratic castle, low-key and simple, without the slightest luxury and impetuousness.

"Wow, Brother Aomine, this violin costs 100,000!!"

Chen Youwei looked at the violin in an inconspicuous position in the corner of the wall with a shocked face,

The tag next to it is marked with 100,000 soft girl coins.

Li Qingfeng nodded, glanced at the English sign, and said with a smile: "This price, it's worth it"

Without much explanation, his eyes looked at randomly, and suddenly an elegant figure came into view, and he looked intently, a grand piano full of classical charm stood quietly, which instantly attracted his attention.

The exquisite appearance of the carved carving, the very artistic body, with the classical temperament of time and inheritance, no matter what kind of things on the piano, give people a very beautiful enjoyment.

"Grandpa, I've come to see that piano~"

"Is it really as good as you say?"

"It's so expensive, we can't afford it"

A group of chirping female voices sounded, and the originally quiet store seemed to be taken over by the world in an instant.

The old man glanced at the little girl who took the lead, and his old face showed a kind smile, waved his hand and said, "Go and see for yourself, don't disturb other guests."

"Alas~" Dressed in a miniskirt, the extremely young and beautiful girl nodded and agreed, and walked in with a group of little sisters.

Li Qingfeng walked to the piano, sat down silently with a unique temperament, raised his head slightly, and the special logo of Steinway was impressively engraved on the body of the piano.

The aristocracy in this piano, with Li Qingfeng's elegant temperament, is strangely fused together with one person and one piano, exuding a different kind of charm at this moment.

In Chen Youwei's full of anticipation, Li Qingfeng raised his hands and lightly placed his ten fingers on the piano keys.

I closed my eyes slightly, and some obscure and old memories slowly came to my mind.

Musical dreams.

For the dream in his heart, he has been in the entertainment industry for many years.

Learning guitar, piano, violin, vocal music, learning acting, learning everything he could touch, how much effort it took to learn, no one understood.

But in the end, he became cannon fodder among tens of millions of dreamers.

Sink.

Depraved.

When the inner flame is beaten into scum in reality, is there still a need to persist in the distant dream?

No one could tell him.

He began to be nostalgic for the flower field, and began to sink into the tenderness of a woman, until he woke up and found that he was back to square one.

A new beginning, the beginning of a dream.

Even if you die, you don't want to be ordinary.

In this life, no matter how unrestrained the wreckage is, even if you die vigorously, you don't want to be humble and mediocre.

Press the keys, and the heavy, ancient, yet crisp and translucent notes waft through the row.

Everyone's eyes were stunned, and the chattering voices of seven or eight girls stopped suddenly, and their eyes were all staring at Li Qingfeng, who seemed to have an aristocratic temperament with an ancient inheritance, and was full of infinite mystery and dazzling light.

Ten slender fingers seem to have been born for the piano, transforming into dreamlike afterimages, dancing wildly on top of black and white.

The old man who was wiping the piano lowered his head and raised it suddenly, staring at Li Qingfeng, his eyes flashing with surprise.

This music, such a spiritual boy.