Chapter 11: A Song for a Gift

"I knew that...... What?"

Jiang Lin was taken aback, thinking that she had misheard.

What gift can he give?

Funny, right......

She shook her head in disdain, and was about to taunt a few words, but saw that he was walking directly towards Song Youying.

"What does he want to do?" Chen Yue frowned.

Chen Yufei spread his hands, "I don't know." ”

Chen Yue said dissatisfiedly: "Nonsense, go and bring him back, what kind of joke is going to be made, it's our face that will be lost!"

Chen Yufei smiled: "It's okay, Brother Yao is very reliable, he knows what to do." ”

"Please play it again, I was late and didn't hear the full tune, sorry. Ling Yao's expression was serious.

The audience was silent, and even Song Youying was stunned.

Faced with this abrupt request, her first reaction was not to be angry, but to stare directly at Ling Yao, who suddenly appeared, her pretty face flushed with a subtle blush, and she murmured in a ghostly manner: "What a charming little brother......

"Is this what you said in your heart?" Chen Yue's face sank like water.

"Uh......" Chen Yufei wiped a cold sweat.

A middle-aged woman with black-framed glasses and a very temperamental temperament walked out and looked at Ling Yao with a frown, "If you are late, you still say such rude words, who brought you here?"

"It's me, Sister Shan. Chen Yue raised his hand, "I'm sorry, I'll let him out." ”

Jiang Lin snickered, "You really take yourself seriously, who is Song Youying, why did you replay it for you?" Now it's okay, you were blasted out in public, and your face was lost!"

Who knows, Song Youying smiled playfully, which was particularly moving, "It's okay, he said sorry, it won't take much time to play again, and everyone will listen to it again." ”

Sister Shan was her agent, and nodded when she heard this, "It's up to you." ”

"Youying is really understanding. "Someone admired.

"It's just cheaper kid......"

Song Youying sat down again and played again.

Ling Yao brought a chair and sat on it, leaning his chest against the back of the chair, his arms crossed, his chin propped up, and he listened and watched quietly.

Five minutes later, Song Youying got up and smiled, in exchange for a round of applause.

"This piece is adapted from 'Baga Taylor in A minor', right?" Ling Yao said with a smile.

Song Youying nodded, "I like it very much, it's beautiful, it's romantic." ”

Jiang Lin was puzzled: "How do I sound like "To Alice". ”

Chen Yue said indifferently: ""To Alice" was originally called "Baga Taylor in A minor", which was a work by Beethoven in 1810. ”

Jiang Lin's cheeks were red and hot, revealing her ignorance and feeling embarrassed.

"The work is written in rondo form, with an ABACA structure, and was written by Beethoven for a girl when he was in a very happy mood. Ling Yao added, "Your adaptation has obviously taken these into account, just right, and it also integrates the girl's delicacy and softness into it, giving the song a unique charm." ”

Song Youying's eyes lit up, and she smiled happily: "You are the first person to see my intentions." ”

Everyone was amazed.

Chen Yue was also impressed by Ling Yao.

Jiang Lin felt very uncomfortable, and wanted to see him make a fool of himself, so he said, "Didn't you say that you wanted to give Miss Song a gift, where is it?"

"What are you going to give me?" Song Youying's beautiful eyes blinked, a little expectant.

Sister Shan seemed to see something, and her eyebrows frowned slightly.

Although it is unlikely, she never wants her artists to have an affair with some unknown person, not to mention the bad reputation, and also lower the value.

Ling Yao said: "Although your adaptation is good, it is not perfect enough, I will help you perfect it." ”

Song Youying opened her mouth.

"Don't be ashamed!" Sister Shan sneered, "Do you know what Xiaoying relied on to make her debut, and you still want to improve her piano music?"

Some of the guests laughed too, mockingly.

"Youying was known as a piano prodigy when she was a child!"

"This friend is a little overwhelmed, but it's understandable, I want to show off in front of the goddess. ”

"I'm afraid that I won't be in the limelight and lose my face......"

There are also people who believe in Ling Yao.

"There are people outside, I don't think this little brother would make such a joke. ”

"Just let him try, and it doesn't matter. ”

"Sister Shan, don't be angry, haha......"

"Youying, continue with the rest of the activities, give me a face, when he didn't say anything. Chen Yue walked over and smiled lightly: "As for the gift, I'll make it up to you when I get back." ”

She wasn't helping Ling Yao out of the siege, but she was afraid that he would make a fool of himself and lose his face, and now everyone knows that he brought it in by himself.

"Sister Yue, I believe ......" Song Youying suddenly remembered that she didn't know the other party's name.

"Ling Yao. Ling Yao said.

"My sister should be a few years older than you, so let's call you Xiaoyao. Song Youying smiled and gave up her position, "Come on." ”

The host of the banquet agreed, and the others did not say much.

Ling Yao sat down, his posture could not find the slightest flaw, and he looked like an expert.

"Did he learn piano?" asked Chen Yue.

Chen Yufei said: "I was a classmate with him in elementary school, but I haven't seen him take any piano classes. ”

Chen Yue was a little surprised, "That is to say, ......"

Chen Yufei nodded, "He is self-taught." ”

Jiang Lin pursed her lips, "How powerful can self-learning be......"

The piano sounded, and it was an audition.

The audition is over and the playing begins.

Ling Yao moved his fingers, and his finger bones made a series of crisp sounds.

The ten fingers are dancing on the keys, skillful and flexible, and there is a kind of chic, with a strong sense of rhythm and clarity without confusion.

That alone dispels all contempt.

The sound of the piano like a spring rippled through the audience, and the flowing music poured down from Ling Yao's fingers.

"That's good!"

The layman looks at the excitement, but he only thinks that the music is pleasant and intoxicating, no worse than Song Youying.

Insiders watched the doorway, and there were some professionals present, who could see the huge gap between Song Youying and Ling Yao at once.

The latter's attention to detail is almost extreme, and the articulation of each syllable is so rounded and natural.

And don't forget, this is the result of only listening to it in its entirety once!

The one who felt the most was Song Youying.

The tune was adapted by her, and no one knows it better than her.

It wasn't so much that Ling Yao was tapping the keys, but that he was stroking the notes, perfecting her arrangement, pouring soul into the piece and bringing it to life completely.

Looking at Ling Yao, Song Youying's eyes were a little obsessed, his expression was focused, his side face had a kind of sculpture-like cold beauty, his eyebrows were like swords, and his posture was heroic.

In the back, Ling Yao entered a state more and more, hearty, swaying freely, looking so noble and elegant.

It's like a generation of piano masters spanning two hundred years, communicating with another grandmaster on a spiritual level.

It's beyond the reach of the dust, and I can't help but feel ashamed.

"Let Youying play it again, is it for this......" Sister Shan's face was complicated, and she couldn't hide her surprise.

At the end of the song, Ling Yao stood up and applauded thunderously.