Chapter 11: First performance

The school ends at 6 o'clock, and evening self-study is from 8 to 10. However, the school does not force students to take self-study at night. It is entirely voluntary. Previously, Song Ye was too lazy to go to evening self-study.
That being the case, why not make the most of these two hours, 50 yuan an hour, and 3,000 yuan a month.
There are still three months before the college entrance examination. As if I have applied for a job, 9,000 yuan is enough for college expenses.
Thinking of this, Song Yan walked towards this coffee house.
"Master, welcome back."
The waiter in a maid costume bowed to him.
"Hello, I saw an advertisement for pianist recruitment posted outside of you. I'm here to apply."
In the talking room, Song Ye looked at this cafe. The whole cafe is decorated comfortably and graded. There are not many customers now, only three or five or a few dials. There is a small stage in the center of the cafe. White piano, soft piano music in the sound, this place is very suitable for petty urban white-collar workers to spend.
The waitress hesitated a little bit and said, "Wait a minute, please. I'll report it to the boss."
Less than three minutes later, the waitress reappeared, and came to Song Ye, with a smile: "Our boss is just free, come with me."
Song Yan followed the waitress to an office with an open door, then pointed and whispered, "Go in."
"Thank you." Song Xun said to the waitress, and then he looked into the office. The whole office space was quite open, and a faint scent came out of it ...
There was a white laptop on the desk, and a very beautiful woman was sitting in front of the computer and beating.
"Is this woman the boss? She is even more beautiful than Mr. Han Sha." Song Yan was somewhat surprised and raised his hand to knock on the door.
But he just reached out, the woman stopped her hand and looked up at him, and said, "Come in." After he entered the office, the other person pointed at the sofa again: "Please sit down."
"Thank you."
After taking a seat, Song Zheng said "Hello, I'm here to apply for a pianist."
"I know. Xiaoying said." During the conversation, the woman's eyes glanced at Song Yan's body, and then, a radian radiated between her lips: "Are you still a student?"
"Yes, I am a student at Shengye Middle School." Song Zheng nodded.
"Holy Night Middle School!" The woman was a little surprised. "The best middle school in our province."
After hearing the woman say this, Song Yan felt like he was showing off intentionally, and said a little awkwardly, "My grades are not good."
"You are very honest." The woman chuckled, and she smiled so suddenly, a charming breath erupted. The mature charming breath was too much to kill the young man like Song Yong. For a moment, his eyes were dull. .
But soon, Song Yan realized that he was ugly, and quickly drew his eyes away, afraid to look more.
"Giggle!"
The woman gave a chuckle, and she didn't seem to care about Song Ye's rudeness, and said with interest: "What's your name?"
"Song Yan."
"Well, Song Ye, can you tell me why you came to apply for me?"
Song Ye, who has no interview experience, hesitated slightly. "Three months later, I will go to college. I want to use this time to make tuition."
"It's a cute little brother. I like you a little." The woman chuckled again. "However, my customer group here is mainly urban white-collar workers, so I have higher requirements for pianists."
The woman's tone was very euphemistic. Song Yan heard that the other party was rejecting him.
He wasn't angry about it, raised his head, looked at her, and said, "I think I can."
The woman froze, then frowned, and hesitated for a while, then said, "I can give you a chance, you can play a song in the hall, if half of the people applaud you, I will accept you."
"it is good."
Song Yong got up and walked to the lobby, and he blended the skills of a piano master. He didn't believe that he could not be a pianist in a coffee shop.
"Very confident!" The woman smiled again.
In the hall, Song Ye went directly to the white piano, opened the lid, and sat down, looking at the black and white keys that he had never touched before, but he felt extra familiar.
At this moment, the voice of the lady boss sounded: "Everyone, this classmate named Song Yan will play a song for everyone. If you play well, I hope everyone can applaud."
"As long as it sounds good, we definitely won't regret applauding." A male customer responded, but he gave the beautiful boss a face, and as for Song Yan, he didn't think the student could play such a nice song.
"Lay up," another female customer laughed.
"Thank you." Song Zheng stood up and saluted a few guests at the table. "The piece I play below is called" refrain ". I hope everyone likes it."
After speaking, he took a deep breath, regained his seat, and rested his hands on the black and white keys.
Su Meier was a little puzzled when she heard the title of the song, and she had an inexplicable fondness for piano songs since she was a child. But she has heard all the famous and beautiful piano songs. refrain ", he heard it for the first time.
"Is he original?" For a moment, she became interested in Song Yong.
Without any sign, the fingers on the black and white keys jumped flexibly, and then a string of sorrowful notes flowed from his fingers ...
At this moment, Su Meier suddenly froze. Then, she closed her eyes gently, listening to the sound of the piano with her ears only.
The customers who didn't think Song Yan could pop any beautiful piano sound stopped the conversation after listening to the series of sorrowful notes, and quietly enjoyed this piano sound.
"Refrain" means restraint and restraint. This song is one of the ten gifted songs after Song Yan obtained the skills of a piano master.
The theme of this tune is to miss, so with a kind of unspeakable sadness.
When he first started playing, Song Zheng was still shocked that he could pop such a melodious song, but soon, he was completely immersed in the mood of this song:
Love only appears precious in a heart that is good at restraining and waiting. A living body that cannot survive the winter is not worthy of the spring sunshine. Sometimes being a fool who is waiting for the rabbit just happens to be happy, stubborn faith can avoid the so-called miss.
Is it sad? Still moved.
It is undeniable that Song Yong was touched by his own tune, feeling a sorrow of sorrow in his heart, as if he had missed something in this life.
As for Su Meier, who listened to the song with her eyes closed, completely entered the mood of the song. I don't know what she remembered while listening to the song. A clear teardrop dropped from the corner of her eyes.
Finally, a stop.
Song Kun retreated from that sadness, exhaling a long breath, but what worried him was that there was no applause.
"Don't this song fit their appetite?" Subconsciously, he looked back and saw Su Meier rubbing his eyes.
At this moment, a loud but not dense applause sounded.
There was a smile on the corner of Song Yan's mouth. He knew he had succeeded because he heard that all the customers in the coffee shop were applauding him, even the waiter was no exception. He conquered them with the harp. Strong pride, and even more fortunate, I got this skill myself.
[Off-topic by the author]: Thanks to [little mosquito] [Ji Shao] [td87835792] for their rewards.
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