Chapter 219: Adoration of Little Mimei

"Wang Xiaoqing?"
　　 Chen Chuan also walked over and saw two things in her car, a square gift box and an acoustic guitar.
　　 "Hey, why didn't you go to my restaurant for dinner again? We changed the band, the new band is great, what day will you go?" Wang Xiaoqing spoke softly, like a bird singing.
　　 "I will go there when I have time." Chen Chuan bent over, picked up the acoustic guitar on the co-pilot, and strummed it casually.
　　 He hasn't touched a guitar since he got [Joe Secini Guitar Legacy], and now he just feels itchy hands.
　　 He took out the platinum ring from his pocket and put it on his left ring finger.
　　 "The Grand Master Guitar Legacy has been triggered!" the system prompts.
　　Chen Chuan closed his eyes, pressed a Bm7 chord with his index finger, and ring finger, and then played a string with his right hand. After the pronunciation, he used the ring finger to make a chord.
　　 "Boom! Dingdingdong!"
　　 The sound of the piano like spring water swelled, and the spacious exhibition hall was suddenly quiet.
　　 As soon as this prelude sounded, including Chen Chuan himself, the goose bumps got up.
　　 This is the guitar prelude of Jay's "Sunny Day". Anyone who has heard this song knows how catching this prelude is.
　　 Zhang Jingyin and Jia Qiang both widened their eyes. They really didn't expect the boss to have such a hand.
　　 Secretary Xiao Ying was originally Chen Chuan’s little fan, and at this time she was full of little stars.
　　Wang Xiaoqing also knows guitar. After all, her restaurant is a music restaurant, and there are often bands. She also likes to play guitar.
　　 She looked at Chen Chuan incredulously, and said in surprise: "How could it be better than Xuechang Zhao? God, there is such a soulful guitarist in China?"
　　 This guitar song of strumming chords makes the climate of late autumn turn back into summer.
　　 "On this windy day, I tried to hold your hand~ But by the way, the rain is gradually getting so big that I can't see you~" Wang Xiaoqing sang along.
After Chen Chuan finished playing, he felt pretty good. When his hair grows longer and he wears a pair of worn-out jeans, he can sit at the entrance of the tavern and sing the song "It’s not just the wine from last night that makes me cry. It's not just your tenderness."
　　 I dare not say anything else, it’s okay to attract one or two decadent young literary and artistic women.
　　 "Unexpectedly, you play so well, can you teach me, and worship you as a teacher, Master?" Wang Xiaoqing grabbed Chen Chuan's arm.
　　 Manager Zhang, the three of them, when they saw this scene, they knew everything in their hearts and turned away.
　　In this situation, it is obvious that the boss showed off his talents and attracted little literary girls who were just freshmen.
　　 Next, it may be time for the boss to perform real skills. As an employee with a vision, why do you go?
　　 Chen Chuan felt Wang Xiaoqing's adoration, and felt a little proud of it. The literary and artistic force was more pleasant than the ability to make money.
　　Chen Chuan didn’t rush, lit a cigarette, looked at the autumn leaves outside the glass window, lightly inhaled, and said,
I want to learn, I teach you?

"If I want to learn and I want to learn, I worship you as a teacher. You teach me. I am serious. You don't know. Recently, in order to win a place as a guitarist in the varsity orchestra, I almost broke my hand. I have a few competitors. There is a girl who is very skillful in technique, and her master is a guitarist in a domestic first-line orchestra. She is very professional and I am almost desperate!" Wang Xiaoqing took Chen Chuan's arm and jumped and acted like a baby.
　　 Chen Chuan discovered that these 18-year-old and 19-year-old girls are acting coquettishly, and there is no reason at all. Like Qin Xiang, Yao Qian and the others, who are twenty-three or four-year-old, they even need to face something.
　　 And a chick like Wang Xiaoqing who was just over eighteen, didn't care if she got up and couldn't kill her. It was all sheer, she shook to death, swayed to death, and Chen Chuan was suddenly dizzy.
　　 The sun at 1:30 in the afternoon is very white.
　　 "If you want to be a teacher, don't worry. Let me ask you first, the last time you were in the bar, do you remember the time at two o'clock that night?" Chen Chuan turned over the old account.
　　 "Remember, you were there at the time, and we worked together tacitly and did three close dances together. You touched me hard enough, what's wrong?" Wang Xiaoqing said.
　　 "Cough, cough, cough." Chen Chuan took a sip of smoke and said seriously, "Don't talk nonsense."
　　 "Isn't it? You didn't touch it anywhere? In the end, I almost went to the hotel with you. Fortunately, the last string was tightened in my mind. Did I remember wrong, that person was not you?" Wang Xiaoqing frowned and looked at Chen Chuan.
　　 Chen Chuan took a violent cigarette. This question was really tricky, and it was indeed him at the time. But right now, the answer is yes or no, the answer is no or no.
　　 "Huh..." Chen Chuan had to use the silent method, spit out an O-shaped smoke ring, slowly drifting away, slowly expanding.
　　 Wang Xiaoqing looked at Chen Chuan and said, "I wonder, no one else is as handsome as you? It's not you, I will definitely not let you touch it, but you are you, you quickly admit it!"
　　 "Well, it's me, keep your voice down." Chen Chuan looked around, and many employees and customers walked around.
　　 When the male employee listened, his eyes flushed with jealousy. Wang Xiaoqing, a 19-year-old freshman girl, has a front convex and back curled, white and beautiful, full of youthful atmosphere, the boss is really good. But even though he was jealous, he had to show a flattering smile when he met the boss's eyes.
　　Customers are different. Both men and women cast contempt for Chen Chuan.
　　 "Teach me how your fingers are so flexible, I am willing to spend money to ask you to teach me." Wang Xiaoqing said seriously.
　　 Chen Chuan was so grounded by this girl that she wanted to ask the teacher and ask her why she was in the bar that night? What I said before is well, it seems to default to where to go after jumping for a while, but when the dance is over, she slipped first.
　　 But looking at her coquettish spirit, it is estimated that there is no way to inquire about it. It's not bad that she hasn't been asked again.
Chen Chuan also understands that although this kind of little girl who just went to college loves to play and play, but when it comes to the time, her heart is not prepared. They are all of the thunder and not rain type. How can they invite people to follow People out?
　　Besides, he Chen is not that kind of person, he has to do anything.
　　 However, the dance at the bar that night is still fresh in my memory.
　　 "Hey, what do you think, Master? Are you thinking about when you touched me while dancing that night?" Wang Xiaoqing asked.
　　 "Rude!" Chen Chuan smoked two cigarettes, pinched them out, and threw them into the trash can.
　　Wang Xiaoqing stuck out his tongue and smiled: "I'm joking, where would I mind. Let's talk about business. When I play the guitar, the connection between the strumming and the strumming is always not smooth?"
　　 Chen Chuan asked her to play.
　　 She picked up the guitar and leaned her hips on the water blue DB11, her skinny jeans showing a nice squeezed shape.
　　 She had a serious expression and played a song "Many Years Later".
Chen Chuan was watching with her arms in her arms, and she could see that she had a passion for love, but her talent was really average. Although her fingers were slender, they were not strong enough. At first glance, she lacked exercise, flexibility, and strength. It made a trembling note.
　　 Chen Chuan shook his head.
　　 Wang Xiaoqing saw Chen Chuan shaking his head and sticking his tongue out and said, "Did I almost mean it?"
"For you, the symbol for hitting is H. When you play, you first press a C9 chord with your middle finger, ring finger and pinkie. You need to use force. Do you know how to use force? Hey, tighten it, and then When you reach the fifth string, raise your ring finger, play the fourth string, and then press it down again. Be fast, try it, you have to touch this place, you have to do it in one go, find the right feeling, don’t be nervous in your mind, just let it go. "Chen Chuan pointed to the guitar and explained.
　　Wang Xiaoqing put away her giggling expression and listened carefully.
　　 But her brain and eyes know how, but her fingers do not.
　　 played it again, still feeling very jerky, not communicating thoroughly and mellow, can not find that feeling, especially the chorus part, very dry.
　　 Chen Chuan shook his head.
　　Wang Xiaoqing can't laugh anymore, weakly said: "Am I stupid, you are quite disappointed."
　　 "You lack a good teacher to guide you. Before, you only knew that with brute force, you didn't develop many habits. You need to take your time." Chen Chuan said.
"As long as Master is willing to teach me, I don't think I am stupid. I am willing to practice with my heart. I believe that under the guidance of Master, I can find that feeling." Wang Xiaoqing said, "Master, please play me another song and let me start. Vision, please."
　　 Chen Chuan took the guitar, thought about it, took out his mobile phone and went to the music score network, scanned a few pieces, read a few pieces of music, fingers flicked the strings and started playing.
　　 The backward sunlight came in through the glass windows, shining on this aqua blue DB11. The slender and soft body curves, the full front headlights, and the rear buttocks exuded a vibrant light in the sun.
　　 This is a song called "The Prodigal Son Turns Back".
　　 Under the heritage of the world's master guitar, Chen Chuan's gave this song a new soul.
　　 finished in one song.
　　 Wang Xiaoqing admired the five-body cast and said: "I heard something new, a good song of the prodigal son turning his head back, Master, you have the feeling that... the prodigal son looks back, turning his head back again. Admire!"
　　 Chen Chuan closed his eyes and felt the warm sunshine.
　　 "Master, I was going to attend a birthday party for the guitar club's senior Zhao at night. Now that I hold your thigh, I won't go to the senior's side." Wang Xiaoqing said.
　　Chen Chuan opened his eyes and saw the gift box on the DB11 co-pilot. He thought that dinner hadn't settled tonight, so he said: "Go, the guitar thing, look at the of other masters, you will also benefit."
"Do you want to go? Then I'll take you there, but I'll say it first~EbookFREE.me~ Don't show off your guitar powers on the spot, and slap that senior Zhao in the face. Senior Zhao is the vice president of the guitar club, beside him There are many women licking the dog. I am afraid of offending him, so I won’t have any fruit in school.
Wang Xiaoqing said.
　　 "Will I do that?"
"Yes, in case the senior doesn’t open his eyes, the group laughs at everyone, he looks like Laozi’s guitar first. You smoked a cigarette, spit out an eye circle on his face, took the guitar and fingered a song that is super difficult High, such as the Level 10 Divine Comedy Walker-Faded, isn't it about bombing the street on the spot and slapping your face on the spot? After you finish playing, the girls all kneel down, and the seniors must have no face." Wang Xiaoqing said.
　　 "I might not do such superficial things. I'm not the kind of university student who likes to be pushy anymore, not so naive."
　　 "You're not big, you just graduated this year, right?" Wang Xiaoqing said.
　　 "I'm not big? Huh."
　　 "Well, if there is nothing to do in the evening, we can go. The birthday party will be at the sculpture garden of our school."
　　 Chen Chuan heard "Sculpture Garden", which also brought back memories of going to school at Qin University.
　　 There are rockery, lawn, and trees. It is a natural haven, suitable for small gatherings.
　　 The two practised guitar in the car shop for a while, until 4:30 in the afternoon.
　　Wang Xiaoqing drove the DB11, Chen Chuan was sitting in the co-driver, and the car drove towards Qin Da.
On the way to 　　, Chen Chuan took out his mobile phone and checked the 　　d guitar score.
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