The piano was in the lobby of the cafe.
A pure and beautiful girl was sitting in front of the piano with her eyes closed, playing the music seriously.
The sound of the zither was melodious and pleasant to the ears!
The guests in the lobby were also chatting softly while enjoying the girl's performance.
"Feifei, this guest wants to borrow the piano!”
"Go to the side and rest for a while!"
The waiter walked up to the girl and explained.
"Oh, okay!"
Yang Fei hurriedly stood up and vacated her seat.
In this cafe, there were often customers who were itching to borrow the piano, or boys who confessed their love for the piano.
Therefore, she was not surprised!
As she turned to leave, the little girl sized up Chen Nan, curious about his next performance.
After all, this gentleman's temperament didn't look like he could play the piano.
Chen Nan's hard-earned career as a director in his previous life, coupled with his years in prison, gave him the aura of a gangster.
It was possible to say that this kind of person was a successful business owner, but if you said that he was an artist who was proficient in the piano... Uh, it really didn't seem like it.
Under everyone's silent gaze, Chen Nan slowly sat down in front of the piano. His aura suddenly changed.
Chen Nan knew a thing or two about piano. He had signed up for a class to pursue his girlfriend.
At that time, he was still a small stage supervisor. Without money, he could only rely on his talent to flirt with girls.
Although his artistic talent had greatly improved after transmigrating, but... why would he practice piano in prison?
Do you think we're on vacation?
This was not like putting on makeup. When one was bored in prison, one could fantasize about how to deal with various face shapes and modify various facial flaws.
You have to practice this for real. You have to learn all kinds of finger techniques and then develop muscle memory.
Of course, Chen Nan had never thought of becoming a professional performer. He only needed to use his work to speak for himself.
His gaze gently swept across the piano, and then he began to play and test the piano.
First, he placed his hand on the piano, arched his palm, and spread his five fingers. His fingers naturally drooped, and his fingertips touched the keys. His entire hand formed a semicircle.
This series of professional movements made Yang Fei somewhat surprised.
This gentleman seemed to really know how to play the piano?
At the very least, she was much better than those boys who pretended to know what they didn't know just to flirt with girls.
Soon, Chen Nan closed his eyes and recalled the songs he had played in the past.
The hall was a little empty, as if everyone was watching the man who had suddenly appeared, waiting for him to perform.
He sat silently in front of the piano and placed his hands on the strings.
"Ding!"
Suddenly, Chen Nan opened his eyes and gently pressed his finger on one of the notes.
The piano's tone was very good. Among Chen Nan's few performances, its quality could be ranked in the top three.
Yang Fei shook her head slightly when she saw the first button Chen Nan played.
Even though he was very professional when he tested the piano and started the game, there were many flaws in this action and detail.
There was still a big gap between her and her, who had a genuine professional background.
But there was nothing he could do!
Who asked Chen Nan to sign up for a crash course?
The purpose of the crash course was to better act tough in front of people who didn't understand!
I'm not asking you to really perform on stage!
In the crash course, putting on an act was very important. As for playing…as long as it wasn't too bad, it would be fine.
Yang Fei was a little disappointed, but out of politeness, she still waited quietly at the side.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
A few more notes sounded. Yang Fei was stunned and looked at Chen Nan in disbelief.
……
The beautiful sound of the zither flowed like a small stream, coming from the forest and going to the bottom of his heart.
That year, the flowers were beautiful!
That year, time was peaceful!
That year, the first awakening of love!
That year…there was such a girl…
She was gentle, beautiful, and innocent. She stood on the other side of the stream, and her bell-like laughter was crisp and pleasant to the ear.
Flowers bloomed for her, butterflies danced for her!
The male protagonist slowly walked over, as if he had endless intimate words to tell him.
The discussions in the cafe stopped.
A few girls were holding their phones and recording Chen Nan on the piano.
A few middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes looked at Chen Nan thoughtfully, their eyes filled with reminiscence and depth.
In the corner, an old man nodded, sighed, and closed his eyes.
Although everyone's actions were different, everyone was listening quietly at the moment.
It was as if they were all admiring…that scene!
An unprecedented melody that they had never heard before rang in everyone's ears.
Chen Nan alternated his hands and played the chords as if they were having an intimate conversation.
The affectionate chatter turned into pleasant conversation, and the music was smooth, cheerful, and gorgeous.
The melody became lively, as if it was a girl's bright and cheerful tone, gentle and kind, giving out bell-like laughter, innocently responding to the lover's words.
In the private room, Wu Yingjun, who was originally silent and had his head lowered, was stunned.
He listened to the dreamy music in his ears and was in a daze!
The next moment, he rushed out and looked up at Chen Nan, who was playing.
At this moment, the man's eyes were gentle, and the corners of his mouth were smiling. He was playing the music freely and casually.
It was as if he was not playing a shocking piece of music, but was telling a story from the past.
This was the highest level of performance!
He was no longer obsessed with technique, but poured his emotions into it, as if he was the male protagonist of the music.
Wu Yingjun stood carefully at the door. Even his breathing was lowered, afraid that he would disturb Chen Nan.
He started playing the piano when he was nine and music when he was thirteen. Before he even graduated, he had already won the Newcomer Composing Award of the Hoshino Nation.
In the following years, he won many awards and was hailed as one of the newcomers with the most potential in the music arrangement industry.
However, he had a bad image and didn't know much about marketing. He even rejected all the companies.
He just wanted to work hard to create music and find real music.
But how could real music be so easy to find?
He was stuck in a bottleneck, and without a job, his life became increasingly difficult.
In the end, Wu Yingjun had no choice but to submit this resume. He wanted to earn some money to make a transition.
But he never expected…
What was music?
The former Wu Yingjun didn't have an answer!
But at this moment, he finally found the answer!
This was real music!
There was no fancy show-off, nor was there any sadness in pretending to moan. There was…sincere and passionate feelings!
It was like the surging sea water, like the morning dew, slowly flowing in the bottom of her heart, blooming the most beautiful flowers.
Wu Yingjun's face did not have the slightest bit of silence and coldness from before!
His gaze was pious, as if he was worshipping an idol, a god in his heart!
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