As soon as "Two Tigers" came out, the audience relaxed and giggled for a while.

The girl with glasses also felt strange, she raised her head to look at Fang Yan, but she didn't expect that Fang Yan was also looking at her, and nodded slightly at her.

"What's wrong with me......" She looked herself up and down, and finally noticed the abnormality of her skirt, her face turned red, and she hurriedly covered it.

It's over, it's going to die.

The cute girl felt a fever on her face, buried her head deeply, she wanted to stand up and escape, but she was reluctant to play the piano. Alas, just die. She kind of hated the piano player. He looks like a dog, why is his psychology so dark and evil.

Although she was annoyed, she was also a little vaguely happy. She knew that this paragraph of "Two Tigers" was played for her.

In the midst of laughter, Fang Yan's fingers jumped a few times, and he returned to the melody just now.

The crowd quickly quieted down.

The faster he played, the more dense notes rushed upward, and then slid down with the trend, like flowing water. The high-speed notes continue to draw gorgeous patterns in the air, one after another, which makes people's blood boil.

At this moment, the sound of the piano suddenly slowed down. A slow bass still reverberates, a looming high pitch jumps out, turns a little, sinks leisurely, falls.

A complete sentence appeared, tactfully lowered back, and finally landed on a main note, and everyone's heart moved.

Such a familiar melody.

Everyone has heard it, definitely heard it, but they can't remember the name for a while.

Aria on the G string.

Yang Zhenyu thought and gritted his teeth.

This piece is not very difficult, he has practiced it seriously, and he can play it completely on the folk guitar. But this section of Fang Yandan's score is completely different from the score he practiced, and the difficulty is several levels higher.

Compared to him, he is like a schoolboy. No, at most the level of the middle class of kindergarten.

The incomparably complex arpeggios and gorgeous sentences that Fang Yan played just now are now clear, and those are all kinds of improvisational variations of "G String". Yang Zhenyu didn't hear it at all.

Originally a violin piece, Aria on the G String is based on the second movement of J.S. Bach's Orchestral Suite No. 3.

There are so many great composers in history, Bach...... is the one who is closest to God.

He was more like a mathematician, or an architect. He built sturdy, ornate houses with musical notes. Bach's works are perfect, pure, majestic, and you can only describe him in one word: sacred.

Bach's works are the most precious possession of mankind.

The G String is one of Bach's most widely known works. The reason is also very simple, it is so good to listen to, it can easily touch the softest and most sensitive part of people's hearts.

There are a lot of movies that use it as soundtracks, such as "The Seven Deadly Sins", so it became more and more popular.

But Fang Yandan's piece is different, he seems to only retain the theme of "G String", followed by a large and large improvisation, the phrases are complex and long, as far as the eye can see, stretching for thousands of miles. Like a simple girl, she suddenly put on a gorgeous coat.

Yang Zhenyu turned his head and looked at Fang Yan's hand blankly.

It's a perfect pair of hands.

Those who know how to play a musical instrument, after a long period of rigorous training, will not look ugly in their hands. Fang Yan's hands were a little thin, his fingers were very long, and his bone joints were a little prominent, making them look very white in the light. This is a pair of hands that are seriously protective.

Needless to say, his nails must be neatly trimmed, maybe every day. There must have been a thick layer of calluses on the tips of his left fingers. This pair of hands is stable, flabby, soft, and even ...... Sexy.

No matter how fast he played, Fang Yan's hand always had a slow, relaxed feeling.

Music...... Echo in the night sky.

A police car drove up in the distance and stopped at the intersection of Pedestrian Street. Two policemen were hurrying over.

A few minutes ago, the public security department received a report from an enthusiastic crowd that someone had gathered to make trouble in the vicinity of the pedestrian street. Policemen Lao Li and Xiao Song, who were patrolling nearby, received an order to go and check.

As soon as they entered the street, they saw a large group of people sitting on the ground, motionless. There are more than 300 people, and they are still gathering.

"Something is wrong!" Xiao Song asked in a panic. "What are they doing? What can I do? ”

Lao Li was also a little scared, touched the baton, and said in a deep voice: "Go." ”

It didn't take a few steps before both of them noticed something unusual.

The street was very quiet, the air seemed to freeze, and only the sound of a guitar was slowly playing. Hundreds of people sat around the ground, and there were quite a few people standing outside, all staring intently at a young man playing guitar on the side of the road.

Is this making a movie? Lao Li thought, and quickly denied the idea. First, they didn't receive any reports from the crew, and second, there were no lights, cameras or anything like that on the scene. There are countless people holding their mobile phones and shooting videos.

The sound of this piano is so familiar.

It seemed that there was a burst of electricity running through Lao Li's body, and he shivered, which was very enjoyable.

It's so good!

Lao Li relaxed, he glanced at Xiao Song, and he also listened attentively.

The policeman Lao Li didn't understand music, he just felt that these notes didn't seem to be bounced out, but more like they exploded in mid-air, so far away, and there was a roar, which shook people's whole body numb.

He had lived most of his life and had never heard such a nice voice.

I'm drunk. Lao Li drank a glass of spirits, his whole body warmed up, and his knife-like face also smiled.

The mobile phone rang, and Lao Li saw that it was actually the director of the District Public Security Bureau, so he hurriedly picked it up. When the director heard that someone was sitting in meditation, he was very anxious and went directly to the grassroots police: "Lao Li, you have arrived, how is the situation at the scene, how much police force do you estimate you need?"

"Eh, Fan Ju......" Lao Li was indescribably irritable for a while, feeling that the leader had disturbed him listening to music. He calmed down and reported: "There were about 400 people at the scene, there was no abnormality, it was not a sit-in. I repeat, it's not a sit-in, no one is making trouble. ”

Director Fan was stunned and asked, "What's going on, explain it clearly." ”

"Fan Ju, this, uh, seems to be a singer. ”

"Wipe ......"

"I kid you not. ”

Director Fan was speechless, and a clear guitar sound could be faintly heard in the mobile phone, which was really good. He sighed and said, "Lao Li, you just stay at the scene and observe." I'll give you a little more manpower......"

"Yes. However, according to my observations, the scene was very ...... Uh, harmony. ”

After the report, Lao Li and Xiao Song also gathered in the crowd and stood dumbfounded to listen. After a long day's work, listening to this music, my whole body was relaxed and comfortable.

At the same time, Yang Zhenyu was still gazing greedily at Fang Yan's hand.

His hands are so slow. Not dexterous, but clumsy. The fingers always move a little bit at the last moment of each note, slowly, not in a hurry at all. This kind of bulleting seems to be the most effortless, the laziest, like a miser, calculating, never using the slightest bit of effort.

Listening to this, Yang Zhenyu frowned. What kind of music is this?