Ye Li sighed, and played a series of melancholy and romantic rhythms on the black piano, this is a "Dream Wedding" by Richard, the prince of Shijie's modern piano, but he hasn't played the piano for a long time, but his technique is a little jerky.

The song tells the story of a boy in a magic academy who confesses to the princess but is rejected after thinking about it day and night, but when he returns six years later, he finds that the princess and the prince of a neighboring country are having a wedding. In front of countless guards, he suddenly rushed to the princess in a wedding dress!

Then he blocked one of the arrows that had been fired at the princess from the crowd.

When he woke up, he saw the princess's wedding dress, and then happily closed his eyes, fulfilling the wedding of his dreams.

Ye Li finished playing the music in his memory, especially when he was in the octave double tone, he couldn't even hold on a little, and after not playing for a long time, some cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.

There was a melodious sound from the next room, much smoother than his playing, not only enthusiastic, but also skillful, even the player was still humming.

After the sound of the piano next door ended, the pianist next door had a somewhat conceited voice, and even Ye Li, who was separated by a wall, could hear it very clearly: "Little sister, the rhythm of both hands should be well controlled when playing the piano, especially if you are a master, the playing skills should be more correct and delicate, although the music played next door is good, but the rhythm is not solid, and when the octave is double-toned, there are obviously many flaws, which shows that there is no talent......"

Ye Li didn't say anything, left the room by himself, and paid the practice fee for half an hour at the piano shop. At this time, a young man came out of the next door and shouted to Ye Li from a distance: "Brother, you play the piano well, and the foundation is good!" By the way, what kind of song is that, give me a score to teach me how to practice? Ye Li saw the smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hmm. Next time. Ye Li said and left the piano shop.

The young man next door triumphantly patted the head of the girl with braids next to him and said, "Don't care, listen to my brother continue to practice." ”

Ye Li smiled, and the sun fell on his fourteen-year-old delicate face, which was brilliant. If the other party saw what he played just now, he wouldn't be so proud, and he would even widen his eyes, be stunned for a while, stare at Ye Li and shout perverted, and then pull the little girl away.

Ye Li just used the method of playing with his hands crossed. Everyone knows that when you want to play this technique, it is extremely difficult to move both in a stretch and with ease, and the most important thing is that when playing in this way, it is difficult to use your thumb because you are afraid of affecting the rhythm of the crossed hands.

And Ye Li deliberately bounced it down with his hands crossed from beginning to end.

It's hard to play all the songs with such a technique.

This is simply not playing, but asking for abuse, but Ye Li still persevered from beginning to end.

Of course, this kind of performance technique cannot be used with ease, and can only be used on pieces that are not very difficult, and the emotion invested is less, and it is more replaced by skill.

Ye Li didn't tell the other party that he wanted to challenge the high difficulty, because he was hiding a secret that no one knew.

After leaving the piano shop, the sun was shining and the traffic was busy, Ye Li squinted his eyes slightly, and walked home through the underground passage at the crossroads.

This is the bustling area of the capital, so on both sides of the underground passage, there are a few performers performing, hoarse, but there is very little money from others in front of them.

In the underground passage, Ye Li paused his steps, looking at the helpless smiles on the faces of those performing artists, he suddenly felt a little emotional.

He's not the same shijie, he was a person who studied music for twenty years in his previous life but didn't have any achievements, he was skilled in playing skills, but he didn't have anything unique, his voice was average, his appearance was average, and he didn't make any achievements in his only literary interest, so he didn't achieve anything until he was in his thirties, and he didn't even have a girlfriend.

After crossing over, he arrived at this shijie that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and it was also the winter vacation of 2014, but he went from being in his early thirties to being fourteen.

At first, he thought it was just a parallel space crossing, but after careful observation, he found that his parents were no different from those in his previous life, which also made him breathe a sigh of relief and have a more warm feeling in his heart. I didn't achieve anything in my previous life, so my parents did their best, and I must let my parents enjoy happiness and make up for all my regrets in this life.

And just now, when he found out that his playing skills were not only still there, but also that he had unparalleled hand speed and flexibility, he was full of excitement and surprise.

That's his secret.

"The two shijie are not synchronized, maybe some classic novels, music, and videos are not the same, maybe I can go to my father's computer and surf the Internet to see, is there any unpublished work on this shijie?"

After crossing over, his memory of this life was a little blurred, so he didn't know what was popular in this life.

"If there are a few works that have never appeared in this shijie, whether it is music or novels, with my current playing skills and writing speed, then I am ......?"

Thinking of this, a strong desire arose in his heart.

At this time, he suddenly heard a timid guitar sound in front of him, mixed with the chatter of many people.

He saw that around the corner in front of him, a number of people were tightly surrounding a little girl of about ten years old, who was very thinly dressed, her face was pale from the cold, and she looked stubborn, and she was constantly insisting on playing her not imperfect skill.

And in front of her, there is a blank piece of paper that reads: "Grandma is sick!" ”

It's just four words, but it's a stroke of a stroke that is extremely serious.

Some of the people around him were watching the excitement, and although there was sympathy in their eyes, there was more doubt and disbelief.

"Such a young girl came out to play the guitar too?"

"Is her grandmother very sick?"

"Now the reasons are changing, there are more and more, and I heard that those people behind the scenes are operating it."

"It's pretty average."

The little girl looked more and more flustered under their gaze, and she didn't know where to put her hands, causing a series of errors in her playing.

This made everyone more suspicious of the little girl.

"Fake, right? As soon as you hear it, you know that there is no trick! ”

"I can't hear any feelings, I can play like this."

"Listen carefully, such a young girl can't just deceive people, right?"

"Uh-huh, uh-huh......"

There was some commotion in the crowd, and a boy went up, put ten yuan in front of the little girl, and walked away slowly.

This was the first time the little girl had been given money, and it was extremely clear compared to those voices.

The voices in the crowd fell silent, except for the little girl who gratefully looked at the boy's back deeply, and then her earnest singing echoed through the underground passage.

And those who questioned it, but they always stood and did not make any moves.

After playing the song, the little girl looked around, her eyes were red, and she was so aggrieved that she even cried.

But she held back, pursed her lips, plucked the strings, and began the second song, only this time she began to sing in her childish voice.

It was originally a very light piece of music, but her voice was almost tearful because of emotional problems.

"Well, it's a bit out of tune."

"I don't sing very well......"

"But she still looks serious, let's help her, wife?"

"Although her clothes are also very torn, but if she wants to pretend to be fake, it is very likely, let's go!"

"Oh......"

There was a commotion in the crowd, and the little girl's voice echoed through the empty underground passages, very attentively, but the questioners stood still and did not make any move.

The singing faded, people came and went, and even the girls' voices became hoarse, but the people who gave money were always a minority, and the people in the past changed in waves.

Ye Li, who saw this scene from a distance, was stunned as if he had been electrocuted.

He knew this little girl, a girl in a dilapidated tiled house at the back of his neighborhood, who followed her grandmother to pick up the rags, and when he came home at night, he walked the path, and often saw the girl reviewing her homework by the street lamp.

He remembered that the girl had a hard time and had been abandoned by her parents. And now, her only reliance, her grandmother is also seriously ill?

The reason why Ye Li has an impression of this girl is because the girl's grandmother once picked up 20,000 yuan, but handed it over to the police station, and was surrounded by people at the time and praised her for her virtue, and at the same time told each other what would happen if she picked up the money herself.

Ye Li remembered that she was also present at the time, and the girl stood timidly beside her grandmother, watching her grandmother's eyes flash.

At this moment, Ye Li saw that the girl in front of him had reached this situation.

Seeing the doubts of the people around him, he couldn't help but want to tell others about the identity of the girl.

He wanted to let those with mocking expressions know the truth.

However, he noticed that although the little girl looked aggrieved, the roots of her teeth were clenched, and she must persevere.

This is her persistence, her stubbornness, and even Ye Li can see the tears flashing in the little girl's eyes.

Ye Li seemed to see his insistence in his previous life.

He remembered the ridicule of countless people, saying that his music was not innovative, that his voice was too popular and not recognizable, just like those people just now were suspicious of the girl in front of him, and he felt the same way.

He couldn't help but encourage this strong little girl in his heart.

But at this time, his eyes froze, and he quickly stepped forward to separate the crowd, walked to the little girl, and said, "Little sister, don't play." ”

The girl looked up blankly and looked at the big brother in front of her. This is an older brother dressed plainly, but there is a magical kindness in his voice.

She couldn't help but stop the sound of the piano.

Just when the people around him were stunned and didn't know what Ye Li was going to do, Ye Li said to the surroundings in a deep voice: "Which of you has a band-aid?" ”

It turned out that at this moment, he had already seen the little girl's fingers, because he was not familiar with the guitar, and even used too much force, so that the top was cut and bleeding.

The blood stains were stained, sticking to the guitar, and some were shocking.

This drop of blood splashed in Ye Li's heart, making him feel a kind of pain in his vertebrae.

"I have." Only then did others notice that the girl's hands were bleeding, and soon a girl in a four-college uniform took out a band-aid from her school bag, stepped forward, and bandaged the girl slightly.

Until the girl was bandaged, Ye Li said to the four-high girl, "xiexie." Then he turned to the girl and said, "Shall I play a song for you?" ”

"Okay." The girl agreed without thinking, not knowing weishenme, the eyes of this brother in front of her were very bright, brilliant, and warm, which made her feel warm and trusting.

The people around him were even more stunned, what was this young man going to do? He wants to play the piano for the girl?

And the four-tall girl just now had a surprised gaze, and there was a hint of doubt in her eyes.

Ye Li took the guitar from the girl's hand, took a deep breath, and stared at the guitar in his hand. It was a worn-out yellow maple guitar with a plucked note and a somewhat old sound, but he didn't care.