Simon finally looked at Janet Johnston, smiled a little, and said seriously: "Actually, I just want to invite Catherine alone, but it's okay if you come along." ”

When Janet heard this, she immediately pulled Catherine towards her, as if she was afraid that Simon would snatch the woman away.

It's just that, in an instant, she reacted again, poked out a slender index finger and continued to gesture at the piano box under her feet, and said, "I mean, you can't even open a good bottle of red wine with all this money." ”

Simon plucked the strings casually and said, "I won't drink the red bar this time, I will be misunderstood if a boy invites two women to dinner and has to open red wine." ”

Janet glanced at Simon's clothes and said with disdain, "Who would misunderstand you." ”

Simon also glanced at the Hermes satchel on Janet's shoulder and said with a smile: "Yes, so, I'm afraid that you two will be misunderstood." ”

Janet blinked her eyes a few times in a daze, then she realized and glared at Simon fiercely: "Ahh

As soon as she stumbled upon Simon on the side of the street, Catherine wanted to walk by silently.

The last time they met, Simon left a deep impression on her, and the woman subconsciously felt that such an outstanding boy as him was naturally proud, and she might not want to see him embarrassed at this time.

It was only when she was forced to come over by her friend that Catherine had to meet Simon.

At this time, hearing Jenny squeeze Simon with words, Catherine wanted to open her mouth to stop it, but when she noticed the faint smile on Simon's face, the woman suddenly felt a little more clear in her heart.

He was naturally proud, and from the many details of the first meeting, she could be sure of that.

However, this pride is clearly devoid of some kind of paranoia that stems from the inferiority complex deep in the heart. Therefore, he did not feel that he was in such an embarrassing state at this time. In the face of Jenny's run, he behaved more like a mature and steady adult accommodating a naughty little girl.

Most of the time, aren't you accommodating the same temperament as Jenny's little girl?

Thinking so, seeing that her friend didn't get the slightest bargain in the verbal exchange with Simon, Catherine couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Where are you?" Hearing Catherine's chuckle, Janet immediately glared at her dissatisfied, warned her, and immediately turned to Simon again. Her eyes turned, and the woman's face suddenly changed like a fairy, without the slightest anger just now, and slowly took out the wallet from her satchel, took out a $100 bill, shook it in front of Simon, put it in the case casually, and said, "Now, little boy, I haven't heard enough just now, let's sing another song." However, if I'm not satisfied, I'll get the money back. ”

Simon nodded: "Okay, just wait to open a bottle of red wine for you." ”

"Hey, didn't you hear, I mean......" Janet just wanted to make another statement, but the boy in front of her had already begun to pluck the strings, and the expensive Gibson acoustic guitar with a clear tone was making a short note of ding-dong this time, she felt a little familiar, but she didn't remember where she had heard it for a while, and subconsciously said: "This, I know, well, it's ......"

Simon plucked the strings a few times, familiarized himself with the feel, looked up at the two women in front of him, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Wild Bees Flying", to Jenny. ”

As the words fell, the swift and rapid music was already dancing on the strings in front of Simon.

A rapid melody that begins with a string of rapid descending scales suddenly evokes the image of a nimble wasp swooping down towards the evil weaver and cook in the story, and then the tune begins to tumble up and down, just as swiftly as the wasp dodges and moves.

As the most well-known soundtrack of Russian composer Korsakov's opera "The Story of the Satan King", "Flying Bees" appeared in many film and television works such as "The Green Hornet", "Shining Style", "The Secret That Can't Be Said", and with its extremely fast melody, it has gradually become a famous song for many musicians to show their musical skills.

Simon values the integrity of the piece more than the guitarists who make a lot of mistakes and omissions, and play 'Wild Bees Flying' into a nest of exploding wasps or even pure noise.

However, the standard sixteenth-note tune, with Simon's hand speed of about 170 beats per minute, suddenly poured out a high-speed melody that instantly formed a wonderful freeze-frame image around the street.

The pedestrians in the area covered by the sound of the piano were almost all momentarily stunned, and then all eyes were focused on a certain big boy with a focused expression.

The mother pushing the stroller stopped;

The couple who picked up the handicraft put down the nesting dolls in their hands;

The boy who wanted to quickly skim the crowd stepped on the skateboard under his feet;

The middle-aged man on the street bench removed the newspaper in front of him;

Some crazy woman, who wanted to continue to pick on the stab, had her eyes wide and pursed her mouth tightly.

At this moment, the focused big boy seemed to be the center of this universe.

The tune sounded for more than ten seconds, and a fashionably dressed young girl who was standing in front of the stall next to Simon also woke up like a dream, and in a panic, she pointed the camera lens of the super 8mm camera in her hand at a certain boy.

In fact, she had passed the boy half an hour earlier, and when she heard him sing Jonny Mitchell's "Big-Yellow-Taxi" with a very unique arrangement, she remembered her youthful and rebellious girlhood.

In the New Year, when I first entered the ninth grade, in order to prepare for the school's Christmas party, I rehearsed the song of Jonny Mitchell with my friends in the basement of my friend's house under the pressure of strict parents.

* He built a road to heaven.

* Build a parking lot.

* There are also boutique shops, pink inns.

* As well as a wide variety of playgrounds.

*......

*......

Jonny Mitchell is truly a poet to admire.

So many years have passed.

Suddenly looking back.

It's like a world away.

Later, he followed his parents' wishes to enter Yale Law School.

In the blink of an eye, it was already a junior.

So, I heard the song again, and wandered around Venice Beach for a while, but before I knew it, I turned back, hid and pretended to be a passerby, wanting to hear the boy sing "Big-Yellow- Taxi" again.

For this reason, he also took out the camera in his bag and wanted to secretly record a video of him singing.

Then he heard the conversation he had just had with the two women.

and the stunning "Wild Bee Flying" at this time.

She is also called Jenny.

Therefore, as soon as I stood by and listened to the boy say the phrase 'Wild Bee Dance, to Jenny', the string in my heart was even plucked.

Many people came over, and she was no longer reserved, and quietly walked over, adjusted the camera lens in her hand, and focused on plucking the strings in front of her, feeling a small shock in her heart at the depth of the guitar skills of this shabby-dressed boy.

She had studied the piano, and the top pianist her parents had invited to teach her happened to have demonstrated the piece to her and explained many of the details to her. Therefore, she knows that it is not too difficult for "Wild Bee Flying" to pop up, but it is not easy to play well.

Moreover, it is more difficult to perfectly express the piece with a guitar with only a few strings than it is to use a piano.

But at this time, the boy in front of him not only did this, but even created a strong image of a wasp flying in the crowd in the minds of those around him through a perfect interpretation.

Then, to her surprise, after completing the first 70-second or so performance, the boy did not pause at all, and immediately began the second pass, and the tempo increased significantly, but the tune was not out of shape in the slightest.

This should be more than 200 shots per minute, right?

She thought to herself, a minute passed quickly.

Looping again, the tune accelerates again.

And then again.

On the fifth pass, she felt that even if the boy's hand speed did not reach 300 beats per minute, it would probably be the same.

This kind of hand speed is already a realm that only the best guitarists can achieve.

At this time, it can be said that it suddenly appeared in an ordinary street boy, is this his own hallucination?

The thought came to her mind, and she instinctively felt that the boy must be able to go faster.

However, when the last performance ended, the sound suddenly stopped.

She looked away from the side of the boy's face, and saw that the other's palm was carefully pressed against the strings, clearly not intending to continue.

There was a series of sighs of regret in the air.

Immediately, everyone applauded enthusiastically.

She wanted to applaud too, but found that she still had the camera in her hand.

So he hurriedly turned it off, put it down without a trace, and looked at him humbly. Although I couldn't record the "Big-Yellow- Taxi" I wanted, this video is definitely enough to treasure it.

To the applause of the crowd, the boy politely thanked everyone, and some generously placed several large bills in the boy's case.

She glanced at it, and the $100 that the woman had just put in was still eye-catching. However, the $10 he put down half an hour ago while he was not paying attention to it had been covered by other banknotes.

Inexplicably, she felt a little regretful, although she still had a lot of cash in her wallet, she instinctively didn't dare to step forward.

I'm afraid he'll notice him.

Such an inconspicuous girl herself.

Thinking so, it was lively for a while, and the onlookers still dispersed.

I want to turn around and leave, but there are still a few people, and it seems that it doesn't matter if I stay for a while.

Then he heard the woman who had been very unkind to him just now ask him in a slightly stammering tone: "That, little boy, last time, you said...... Well, which psychiatric hospital did you come from?"