Fang Yan broke the silence. He bowed slightly, smiled and said, "Thank you." ”

"Oooh!"

People reacted and applauded him. It started sparsely, then it got louder and louder, and finally it ...... As it is written in the novel: the scene erupted in thunderous applause.

"Good~~!"

"Dude, awesome!"

"That's so good!"

"One more!"

"One more, one more ......"

Everyone woke up from the music, still unsatisfied, and applauded. The whistling, the heckling, all came.

In the midst of the noise, a girl in leggings and a long trench coat wiped a handful of tears, sniffed, ran to the piano case, bent down and squatted, and carefully threw in a bill, 10 yuan.

Fang Yan hurriedly said thank you.

The girl seemed to remind the others, and everyone stepped forward and threw money into it.

A little boy trotted up to Fang Yan, his big eyes flashing, and handed him a bottle of mineral water. Fang Yan took it, said thank you, and the little boy ran back into his mother's arms.

There were so many people giving money that people started queuing. 1 piece, 10 pieces, 50 pieces, 20 pieces...... The people who paid for it looked satisfied and felt that the money was worth it.

"Sounds good!"

"It's so good to play, it's good to sing, it's so moving......"

"Exceptional!"

When everyone gives money, they don't forget to praise it.

Dozens of people lined up to give money to a singer, which is probably the first time since the founding of the Chinese People's Republic of China. Fang Yan drank the little boy's water and bowed repeatedly.

Yang Zhenyu also woke up. Looking at the thick banknotes in the cash box, he was very happy.

The rent is there!

After paying the rent, you can still have a big meal, and it is enough to eat several meals. Wait a minute...... It doesn't seem like the money was given to him. It doesn't matter, this guitar, this case, it's all his, it's a shareholding.

Too much money was given.

Fang Yan was a little embarrassed, and even said, "Thank you, thank you." Enough is enough. Too much, don't give it anymore. ”

A rounded uncle in a cartoon crewneck walked around, pulled out several 100 bills, and put them in the piano case.

When Fang Yan saw it, he hurriedly went up to stop him and said, "Uncle, this is too much, I can't accept it." Well, you can give me some change, I got it. Thank you. ”

Yang Zhenyu was angry on the side, and he was furious. This is my piano case, he is willing to give money, why are you holding back?

Fortunately, the uncle still put the money in. He rubbed his hands together and said with a smile, "Not much at all." Money can be made again, there are too few songs that are so good. Little brother, you can play a few more songs. ”

"Okay......"

"Dude, one more!" shouted a shriek from the crowd.

"Oh oh oh ......" was another round of heckling.

A young female white-collar worker wearing a black suit and high heels also invested 100 yuan. She nodded and smiled at Fang Yan, then turned back and said loudly, "Friends, I have a suggestion,...... What do you think?"

"Good!"

Female white-collar workers are very organized. There are so many people listening to the song that everyone is huddled together, and the people in the back can't see it. She suggested that the people in the front row sit on the ground and sit together. Soon, people were sitting on the ground, very close to Fang Yan.

The number of listeners is still increasing, and there are more than 200 people in sight, crowded with people, buzzing and chatting, and half the street is full. It's already April, and you won't get cold when you sit on the ground.

One after another, people sat down. The young man, the beautiful girl, the old man, the aunt who finished the square dance...... Everyone's eyes were shining in unison, looking at Fang Yan with anticipation.

Selling songs, it has become a ...... Street concerts.

Fang Yan was a little unsettled. What does this mean, won't let me go?

Fingers stroking over the strings, he was going to play a quiet, moody one.

Fang Yan plucked the empty strings of the D string first, and the strings vibrated up and down violently, and a simple note spread in mid-air and reached everyone's ears.

As soon as the piano sounded, the people immediately fell silent.

The fingers of the left hand move quickly, and a gorgeous large arpeggio appears.

An arpeggio is a sequence of notes. When three or more different notes are put together, they form a chord. For example, 135. Playing 1, 3, and 5 in a chord in turn is called an arpeggio. Fang Yan's arpeggio spanned three octaves, like a bolt of lightning.

Yang Zhenyu was stunned again.

So fast!

The notes did not hesitate, there was no foreshadowing, they exploded in an instant, and they were hearty. Yang Zhenyu didn't hear the beat, but the estimated speed was above 160. It's so fast, but the notes are clear, like full grape grains.

What's even more strange is that although it soared to high speed in an instant, the sound of the piano still has a feeling of slowness.

Yang Zhenyu's second feeling is, well, transparent.

Fang Yan just played a bass E, which was the lowest note on the guitar, and Yang Zhenyu only felt his heart sink.

The pitch of E is fixed, but Yang Zhenyu feels that this tone is extremely low. He never imagined that this guitar could be so deep, majestic, and dry.

There is a figurative saying that this is called the penetrating power of sound.

The third feeling is, excitement!

Just after the first few sentences, all the audience present were obsessed. An exciting force dispersed through the crowd.

The reason is simple, in the dark, the candlelight will be extremely bright. But during the day, the candlelight dimmed. When there is cloud, there is sunshine. There is a deficiency, there is a circle. Where there are villains, there are heroes...... There is a huge contrast and contrast, and there will be tension.

Yang Zhenyu was convinced. In front of this kind of voice, he is destined to be a scumbag.

Fang Yan played the piano slowly, but found an embarrassing thing.

A girl in the first row diagonally opposite him, wearing a short skirt, tied with a double ponytail, a pair of black-framed glasses, flashing big eyes, cute and cute. I listen to music intently. Probably too attentive, she walked away.

The skirt was too short, and she sat on her knees, and the spring light under the skirt was unobstructed.

Fang Yan glanced at it and immediately turned his head.

Although only he can see it, he thinks it's best to remind this cute girl. But what should I say? I can't just go up to her and tell her.

Another long arpeggio ends, and the melody falls into the bass zone...... Fang Yan's left middle finger pressed the bass E string, and then slid towards the headstock.

An uneven, long, eccentric bass appeared. This sound was very discordant, and it broke the atmosphere just now, and there were several discussions in the crowd, which I thought was very strange.

Then, an incomparably familiar melody appeared. The notes are one after another, very rhythmic, as if they are writhing themselves.

"Oh!"

Familiar, kind!

Most people actually have lyrics in their heads, and the accuracy rate is 100%.

Two tigers, two tigers, run fast, run fast......

The crowd exploded with a bang.

"Hahaha!"

"Awesome!"

"Two Tigers ......"

Fang Yan's feeling of playing the piano is very casual and procrastinating, but it has always been serious and serious. More than 200 people present also listened solemnly. But this "Two Tigers" is extremely exaggerated and funny, like putting a red pepper in a large plate of cream cake, which makes people inexplicable and can't help but want to laugh.

Yang Zhenyu had completely lost his soul, he didn't laugh, but had an urge to kneel. "Two Tigers" can also be played so well!