Chapter 11 The First Performance

The school ends at 6:00, and there are evening self-study from 8:00 to 10:00. However, the school will not force students to study at night, it is entirely voluntary. In the past, Song Yan was too lazy to study at night, but now there is no need to attend.

In this case, why not make use 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 applying for a job, 9,000 yuan is enough for college expenses, so there is no need to be angry with the aunt.

Thinking of this, Song Yan walked towards the coffee house.

"Master, welcome back."

A waiter in a maid's uniform bowed to him.

"Hello, I saw your advertisement for pianists posted outside. I'm here to apply."

While talking, Song Yan looked at the cafe. The whole cafe was decorated with comfort and class. There are not many customers now, only three or five groups. There is a small stage in the center of the cafe. The white piano, with soft piano music in the sound box, is very suitable for urban white-collar workers with petty bourgeoisie atmosphere to consume.

The waitress hesitated for a moment and said, "Please wait a moment, I'll report to the boss right away."

In less than three minutes, the waitress reappeared, came to Song Yan, and said with a smile, "Our boss happens to be free, come with me."

Song Yan followed the waitress to an office with the door open, then pointed and whispered, "Go in."

"Thank you." Song Yan said to the waitress, and then he looked into the office. The office space was quite open, and a faint scent wafted from it...

There is a white laptop on the desk, and a very beautiful woman is sitting in front of the computer typing.

"Could this woman be the boss? She's even more beautiful than Teacher Han Sha." Song Yan was a little surprised and raised his hand to knock on the door.

It's just that he just stretched out his hand when the woman stopped the movement of her hand and looked up at him, and said, "Come in." After he entered the office, the other person pointed to the sofa again: "Please sit down."

"thanks."

After being seated, Song Yan said directly, "Hello, I'm here to apply for a pianist."

"I know. Xiaoying said it." While speaking, the woman's eyes swept across Song Yan's body, and immediately, a slight arc formed between her sexy lips: "Are you still a student?"

"Yes, I am a student of Shengye Middle School." Song Yan nodded.

"Sacred Night Middle School!" The woman was a little surprised: "The best middle school in our province."

Hearing what the woman said, Song Yan felt as if he was trying to show off, and said a little embarrassedly, "My grades are not good."

"You're very honest." The woman chuckled lightly. She smiled like that, and suddenly a charming aura came out. That mature and charming aura was too lethal to a boy like Song Yan. For a while, his eyes were a little dull. .

But soon, Song Yan realized that he was making a fool of himself, and quickly retracted his eyes, not daring to look at it any more.

"Giggle!"

The woman let out a chuckle, as if she didn't care about Song Yan's rudeness, she said with great interest, "What's your name?"

"Song Yan."

"Okay, Song Yan, can you tell me why you came to me to apply for a job?"

Song Yan, who has no interview experience, said hesitantly, "In three months, I will go to university, and I want to use this time to earn tuition."

"What a cute little brother, I like you a little bit." The woman chuckled again: "However, my clientele here are mainly urban white-collar workers, so I have higher requirements for pianists."

The woman's tone was very euphemistic, and Song Yan could hear that the other party was rejecting him.

He wasn't angry about this, raised his head, looked at her, and said to himself, "I think I can."

The woman was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly, hesitated for a while, and 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 admit you."

"it is good."

Song Yan got up and walked towards the hall, combining the skills of a pianist, he still didn't believe that he couldn't be a pianist in a coffee shop.

"Very confident!" The woman laughed again.

When he came to the hall, Song Yan went directly to the white piano, lifted the lid, and sat down, looking at the black and white keys that he had never touched, but he felt very familiar.

At this moment, the beautiful lady boss's voice sounded: "Everyone, this classmate named Song Yan is going to play a song for everyone. If you play it well, I hope everyone can applaud."

"As long as it sounds good, we will definitely not begrudge the applause." A male customer responded, but he was trying to save face for the beautiful proprietress. As for Song Yan, he didn't think the student could play such a good tune.

"Come on, boy." Another female customer laughed.

"Thank you." Song Yan stood up and bowed to the guests at several tables and said, "The song I'm playing below is called "Refrain", I hope everyone likes it."

After speaking, he took a deep breath and sat down again, placing his hands on the black and white keys.

Su Meier was a little puzzled when she heard the song title mentioned by Song Yan. She had an inexplicable love for piano music since she was a child, but she has heard all the famous and pleasant piano songs, but Song Yan is going to play this song " Refrain", which he heard for the first time.

"Could it be that he created it?" For a while, she became interested in Song Yan.

Without any sign, the fingers on the black and white keys jumped flexibly, and then, a string of notes with a touch of sadness flowed out from between his fingers...

At this moment, Su Mei'er was suddenly stunned. Then, she gently closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the piano with only her ears.

Several groups of customers who didn't think Song Yan could play any beautiful musical notes stopped talking after hearing the series of faintly sad notes, and quietly enjoyed the musical notes.

"Refrain" means restraint and restraint. This piece is one of the ten pieces that Song Yan gave away after acquiring the skills of a piano master.

The theme of this piece is to miss, so it carries an indescribable sadness.

When he first started playing, Song Yan was still shocked that he could play such a beautiful and touching tune, but soon, he was completely immersed in the artistic conception of this tune:

Love is precious in a heart that is good at restraining and waiting. A life that cannot survive winter is not worthy of enjoying the sunshine of spring. Sometimes being a fool who sits and waits for a rabbit can just get you happiness, and stubborn belief can avoid the so-called miss.

Is it sad? Still impressed.

It is undeniable that Song Yan was moved by his own music, and felt that his heart was filled with a faint sadness, as if he had missed something in this life.

As for Su Meier, who closed her eyes and listened to the song, she completely entered the mood of the song. I don't know what she recalled while listening to the song, and a clear teardrop fell from the corner of her eye.

Finally, one song.

Song Yan withdrew from that sadness and let out a long sigh, but what worried him was that there was no applause.

"Is this song not to their appetite?" Subconsciously, he looked back and saw Su Meier who was wiping the corner of his eyes.

At this moment, a loud but not intensive applause sounded.

A smile appeared on Song Yan's mouth. He knew that he had succeeded because he heard that all the customers in the coffee shop were applauding him, even the waiters. He conquered them with the sound of the piano. At this moment, he felt A strong sense of pride, and even more fortunate, that I have drawn this skill.