Chapter 64

"Stop!" Li Qingya suddenly stood up and said. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"What are you doing?" Ye Huan turned around and said, "You want to repay the debt?"

Li Qingya was out of breath, and she said angrily: "It's okay if you want me to settle the bill, unless you really show your hands, don't think about it." ”

Ye Huan smiled: "How do you want me to show my hands, is it calligraphy, Go, tea ceremony? I don't have the time to play chess, let me make you tea, you don't deserve it. ”

"I ......" A pretty face turned red angrily, Li Qingya kept Ye Huan, she couldn't get out of her heart, but Ye Huan stayed, but she didn't know what to do.

"Didn't you say that you are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, there is a piano here, you can play a song live, and let us see if you are really capable, or nonsense. Zhao Changle said.

"Playing the piano?" Ye Huan frowned.

Li Qingya hurriedly said: "Yes, it's just playing the piano, don't you dare? ”

Hua Xiaoqing pulled Ye Huan and said, "Don't pay attention to her, let's go first." ”

How did Hua Xiaoqing know that Ye Huan could play the piano, if it was a guitar, it would not be new for boys to be human, but in modern society, unless there are special lovers, it is almost extinct. How could Ye Huan play the piano.

Li Qingya saw Ye Huan's hesitation on her face, and said: "If you want to leave, you can take back what you just said, apologize to us, don't worry, we still have to pay for the tea." ”

"What if I don't apologize?"

"Then you play the lyre. ”

Ye Huan pursed her lips and said, "Girl, it's not that I don't play, it's that you don't deserve me to play." ”

In a trance, a slap sounded, Li Qingya's pretty face turned red, Ye Huan's words were really no less than a slap on her face. It's not that you don't want to play, it's that you don't deserve to listen to it. Li Qingya has been pampered since she was a child, where has she been so angry, she suddenly trembled with anger, and she couldn't even speak.

"Mr. Ye, if you can play, it is better to play a song live, so that we can feast our ears. Zhao Sanniang, who went and returned, stood in the hall and said.

When the guests heard this, they couldn't wait to come forward. The beauty has this kind of request, don't say let them play the piano, even if they let them eat the piano, absolutely no one has the slightest hesitation. It's a pity that everyone can't. But looking at Ye Huan's appearance, he seemed to be a little hesitant.

"Hey, little brother, you can just play a song, isn't it worthy to listen to you play the piano when you look for Boss Zhao." "There are guests.

"Little brother, you show your hands, so that our rough people can also feast their ears. ”

Hua Xiaoqing was still worried that Li Qingya would not be able to get over her face, so she pulled the corner of Ye Huan's clothes and said, "If you know, you can just play it." ”

Ye Huan thought for a moment and said, "It's okay, remember, I played this song for you." ”

Under the gaze of everyone, Ye Huan walked to the position of the piano platform. The violinist had already given up his position, bowed slightly, and said, "Mr. Ye, please." ”

Ye Huan sat down on the piano platform, bent his fingers lightly, and a murmur sounded.

Now all the guests in the teahouse are fascinated by this scene. looked at Ye Huan with his eyes. In modern society, there are often people who can hum a song at will, but if you catch a random person who can play the piano, such a thing is rare.

Can he really play?

That's what everyone thinks in their hearts.

Li Qingya was a little apprehensive in her heart, first, she hoped that Ye Huan would not be able to play the piano, and she would be able to ridicule him. Second, if he won't, why sit down again. Faintly in my heart, I already have a bad premonition.

Hua Xiaoqing looked at Ye Huan intently, still worried in her heart. After only three or two days of contact, what Ye Huan showed was enough to make him dumbfounded. Miraculous skills, can defeat more than a dozen gangsters alone, deep background, a phone call dare to shoot at the police station, understanding of the tea ceremony......

One by one, all things add up, the more Hua Xiaoqing knows, the more she doesn't know about Ye Huan, but the more mysterious she feels about Ye Huan.

In this mountain, Yun Shen doesn't know where he is, what kind of person is he?

In the eyes of everyone, Ye Huan's fingers were on the strings, and before he played, his eyes were slightly closed, and he only used his fingers to feel the elasticity of the strings.

At this moment, Ye Huan seemed to be a different person, the teahouse, the guests, Li Qingya, Hua Xiaoqing, Zhao Sanniang......

Everything has nothing to do with him, his mind is only in the piano.

"So handsome......" Li Qingya's classmates subconsciously admired. It was only when he said that he realized that he was on the wrong side. But I have to deny that Ye Huan does have a bit of temperament at the moment. The boys are also red-eyed and warm-hearted, and if they can play the piano themselves, in front of everyone, they will stand up and sing a song, which should attract many envious eyes.

Zheng!

A note suddenly sounded, at first very slowly, like the tinkling of spring water in a deep valley, gradually converging into a stream, down the mountain.

The sound of the piano is very quiet, and Lao Tzu said: ********. Although Ye Huan was stroking the qin, what everyone felt was not the stimulation of music, but an elegant and quiet atmosphere.

At the beginning, like the wind of the nine heavens, the clouds gather and disperse, this is the sound of the sky. It is like rain falling, and it is extremely splashy. Mountains and rivers are long and long, this is the sound of the earth. After pressing the strings to ponder, it is like a person's dialogue, and it is like a person's thoughts.

Everyone didn't speak for a while, and the little notes were like playing into people's hearts, arousing the melancholy in people's hearts. Turning and turning when no one is in the dark night, the apprehension of the first sight of the amazement, but there is a trace of joy for no reason.

At this moment, no one doubts whether Ye Huan can play the piano, the small sound is pleasant, the big sound is tempting, and at this moment, everyone has been aroused by Ye Huan's piano sound.

Li Qingya stood there dumbfounded, unable to say a word, only feeling a trace of shame and a trace of regret that could not be touched.

Zheng Zheng!

Suddenly, there were two loud sounds, like a chick phoenix chirping in the nine heavens.

Zhao Sanniang fell into a trance, and subconsciously shouted softly accompanied by the sound of the piano.

"There is a beautiful woman who will never forget it.

I don't see it for a day, and I think like crazy. ”

……

"It's the phoenix, it's the phoenix ......" a girl subconsciously shouted. Although they couldn't tell what song Ye Huan was playing, they could hear the poems in Zhao Sanniang's mouth.

Yes, the song played by Ye Huan is the phoenix played by Sima Xiangru for Zhuo Wenjun. Sima Xiangru saw Zhuo Wenjun, and he was shocked at the first sight, so he made this song to express his mind. The two eventually became married, becoming a generation of good stories.

"It's so romantic!" said one girl. Compared with playing the piano, playing the pipa is inferior. If someone is willing to play a song for himself, he immediately agrees to marry him. It's a pity that this song is not dedicated to myself.

Everyone looked at Hua Xiaoqing, and they all showed envious and jealous eyes. I just wondered why it wasn't me who was standing there.

"Replace the piano with words, and talk about the heart.

When I see Xu Xi one day, I am hesitant.

I am willing to match virtue and join hands.

I shall not fly and let me perish."

Hua Xiaoqing stood there, covering her mouth in surprise, with only one sentence in her heart, tossing back and forth.

"He's playing for me, he's playing for me. ”

Ye Huan played this song, not because of Li Qingya's persecution, nor because of Zhao Sanniang's invitation, he was for me, he was for me......

Since he was a child, the things he used and wore were all left over by Li Qingya. It's all things that others don't like or love. I am always standing in the corner, what role to play, when and where, I have stood in front of everyone, and I have become the envy of everyone.

But today, he is a well-deserved protagonist.

"The phoenix returns to its hometown and travels all over the world to seek its phoenix. ”

……

"The phoenix is from me, and I have to be the concubine forever. ”

……

Hua Xiaoqing covered her mouth, her eyes red.

Li Qingya was speechless and speechless for a long time. At this moment, looking at Hua Xiaoqing's gaze, he was full of jealousy. Why, she can't compare to herself in everything, from childhood to adulthood, she is inferior to herself in everything. But you can meet such a man. Even though his parents died, even though he was just a high school student with no foundation. But Zhao Changle in front of him is really far from him.

Why? Where is he not as good as Hua Xiaoqing? Why is this song not dedicated to himself?

You don't deserve to be played.

These five words sounded in Li Qingya's ears again, and it felt extremely harsh at the moment.

Why don't you deserve it.

"Who is the one who knows each other in the middle of the night?

The wings are flying high, and I don't feel that I think about the remaining sorrow. ”

The song fell, and Zhao Sanniang also finished the last sentence. No one applauded, and no one could bear to spoil the quiet atmosphere at the moment. Up and down the teahouse at a moment, the birds are silent, and the needles can be heard.

"Let's go. ”

Ye Huan stretched out his hand to Hua Xiaoqing.

Hua Xiaoqing nodded, took Ye Huan's hand, and walked out the door.

"Mr. Ye stays ......," Zhao Sanniang's voice suddenly sounded.

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