From Shuiyin Road to Bar Street next to the Conservatory, you have to cross Matiru Park, a beautiful and delicate verdant park, although it is already night, there are still many couples wandering.

Students who had never visited Matiru were curious to look through the glass walls of the crystal garden at the trees, flowers and fountains that had endured in winter, and when lit up at night, it seemed to be more dreamlike than during the day.

Learmour didn't let everyone linger any longer, and he led everyone around the crystal garden to the side of the bar street.

Sandwiched between the Imperial University and the Conservatory, the Bar Street attracts a large number of young people. At this time, the whole street was already full of people.

The harsh winter atmosphere can't hide the fun-loving interest of young people, and every bar is full of people, perhaps celebrating graduation or vacation. It's a jealous atmosphere, and there's nowhere to go for Rulei.

"Where are you going?" The friends asked each other.

"Of course, go to the one that is the most noisy." Isaac snapped his fingers and slid towards the one with the most intense music.

"Wait, there seems to be an acquaintance here." Learmey listened for a moment, then laughed, "Styry, there seems to be someone here you want to meet, everyone come with me." ”

Pushing open the door of the bar, the situation inside can't help but be eye-catching. The bar is stylishly designed, with wallpaper and ceiling lights creating an ambiguous fuchsia hue, surrounded by a variety of musical instruments and a performance stage that caters to the tastes of the conservatory's students.

Under the rendering of fuchsia lighting, the bar is full of warblers and swallows, full of voices, and cups are staggered.

Surrounded by the crowd was a young man, the luthier who was playing the harp, and all he could see was a hair made of pure gold, piled up behind him like a waterfall, and a handsome face that had been smoked red from wine.

He was improvising at the moment, the piano sound giving off a sharp trill, occasionally recovering slightly to soothing, and then sliding towards a more rapid tune.

With such a performance technique, Liermu is a scumbag compared to it.

Everyone in the same industry gathered around the bar and ordered wine. Veterans like Fang and Isaac went straight to the girl next to them. The remaining junior brothers, acting collectively, squeezed towards the most crowded place.

Duchamp, with a glass of wine, also squeezed through the crowd. He raised his wine glass, gestured to a little beauty who was falling into madness, and asked, "The little brother who plays the piano in the middle seems to be very popular, what is the origin?" ”

"You said Olivier!" The little beauty had stars in her eyes, and said sweetly in a pure fruit powder tone: "He is the most talented student of the Conservatory of Music in this class, the prince of genius playing, in addition to the piano, the lute also plays very well, and often has amazing improvisations." ”

The sound of the piano ended with a rush of notes, and the luthier stepped off the platform, and a group of girls immediately joined in.

"This guy is still so popular with girls."

Learmor shook his head helplessly in the distance, envy, jealousy and hatred welling up in his heart.

He stabilized his mind, strengthened his faith, squeezed forward, and said to the blonde luthier flatteringly and sarcastically: "Your Excellency still likes girls like this!" ”

The blonde young man squinted with a red face, and laughed affectionately: "It turned out to be a little bad, since you were sent by your family to that unpleasant school in the north, you haven't seen it again, but I didn't expect it to be so coincidental today, just after the holidays." The bartender, the wine, must be for our fateful reunion, come to a non-drunk and non-returning. ”

Leamor has never been good at drinking, and what he is most afraid of is this sentence, so he can't help but panic and say: "Your Excellency, this, you have to stop in moderation." ”

Olivier said unhappily: "You are only a few years old, how can you speak in the same tone as those old fellows, young man, you must indulge in time, and bring the wine quickly." The last sentence was shouted loudly at the bar.

One hand pushed Learmour aside, and a silver-haired young man squeezed through the crowd, glanced at Olivier curiously, and asked, "Lilmu, is this the little genius you said can play several musical instruments, the one who claims to be comparable to my mandolin on the lute?" ”

Learmuel had a brother to solve the siege, and said busily: "That's right, this is Olivier, who has received professional piano training with me since childhood, but he can play the piano much better than me, you also heard it just now." ”

Olivier looked like he had been pricked by a needle, and his squinted eyes widened: "Wait, what did you just say, comparable?" Is that the word? This word is actually used in the context of my own lute skills? ”

Learmour hurriedly explained in a low voice: "This is Styry, my classmate at Lulei University of Technology, and his mandolin skills can be described as superb. ”

"So, how does it compare to me?" Olivier flicked his forehead, waiting for the words of praise to rain down on him.

"That." Lilmuel was hesitant.

"Hmm!" Unable to wait for a word of praise, Olivier turned his head and stared into Limmour's eyes.

"Little bad, I can't imagine that you have become dishonest when you go out, tell me, how my piano skills compare to his."

In a low voice, Learmour whispered in Olivier's ear, "Perhaps, Stellary is a little stronger. He used the thumb of his right hand to make a gesture of 'a little' distance.

"What, how could anyone surpass my genius Olivier in pizzicato playing!" Olivier lifted his chin nobly, stepped on the leg of the bar stool, and made a break that the universe was in control.

"Poof!" Duchamp couldn't hold back and laughed.

He looked at Olivier's indescribable chin and said, "It's good to listen to the audience's honest reaction, just raising the chin no matter how high it is, it won't help." ”

Olivier laughed out loud as if he had heard some funny joke, and said while laughing: "Hahaha, you are colluding with Limmon to deliberately perform a double reed, right, playing the piano together with the two of us, he has been overpowered by me, I can't imagine that he has been haunted for so many years, and I think it has caused a lot of psychological shadows!" It's a very difficult thing to be perfect, and I'm really a sinner. ”

Duchamp stretched out his hand, took off the headphones hanging around his neck, and said: "My 'moonlight' is not with me now, but here is a recording of our New Year's concert, I can listen to it, the mandolin after the piano, that is what I played, and it is not too late to comment after listening to it." ”