Magic Love Ring

Song Yan comes to the boss's office again.

"What to drink?" Asked Sue.

"Just boiled water." Song inkstone airway.

"I open a coffee shop. There is no boiled water, only coffee. Do you want it?" Su mei'er's mouth was full of a sly smile.

Song yanweileng, then smiled: "that line, I will have a cup of coffee." contemporary romance

Su Meier called in Ying Er and asked her to make a cup of coffee. Then her eyes fell on Song Yan: "the song you played just now is called refrain?"

"Yes." Song Yan nodded.

Suddenly, Su mei'er's tone was filled with a kind of curiosity: "I've loved listening to piano music since I was a child. So far, I don't know how many pieces I've heard, but I haven't heard this" refrain ". Can you tell me who wrote this piece?"

"One of my friends wrote it." Song Yan said vaguely. According to the information he learned, this piece of music was written by a small country pianist in another time and space. Therefore, there is no such piece of music in the world. He can completely put the composer on himself, only because he has a thin skin, so he refused to write it by his friend.

"Is it? This song is very well written, and of course you play it very well. " Su mei'er looked a little disappointed. After a long silence, she continued, "you must introduce me to your friends if you have a chance, OK?"

It's hard to refuse the request of beautiful women, especially Su mei'er, who is full of mature and charming beauty, is more difficult to refuse. Song Yan has the impulse to nod his head and agree at once, but his students hold back. Because the friend who wrote the tune was made up by him, how can he introduce him? So he said: "he has gone abroad to study, and it's estimated that he will come back in a few years 。”

"Well." Su mei'er's face was obviously disappointed.

While talking, the waiter named Yinger sent in a cup of coffee. Song Yan obviously felt that the other side looked at him with a trace of worship.

"Thank you." Song Yan took the coffee and said.

"No thanks." With a shy smile, Yinger exits the office.

"Let's get back to business and talk about your treatment." Su mei'er's voice rang again.

"Isn't it fifty dollars an hour?" Song Yan has some doubts.

Su mei'er shook her head: "that's only for the price of ordinary pianists. You play so well, even better than those piano masters. The price is less for you. However, my cafe is also a small business. Your salary is set at 150 yuan per hour. What do you think?"

"150 yuan an hour!" Song Yan is shocked. If he plays for two hours every day, he will earn 300 yuan. In January, he will earn 9000 yuan. You know, the living expenses he is given are only 400 yuan a month, and there are still a lot left.

"That's too much, or 50 yuan."

"Poof." Su mei'er smiled. At this moment, she was as beautiful as flowers. For a while, song Yan's eyes became dull again.

"The little guy is so big, his eyes are not honest." Su mei'er gave him a white look and chuckled.

"Cough." Song Yan coughs unnaturally.

"I've seen you ask the boss for more money. You are the first one to take the initiative to take less money. In this way, your salary is tentatively set at 120 yuan per hour." Seeing that song Yan wanted to bargain, Su mei'er added, "no more bargaining, or I will be unhappy."

"Well then." Song Yan can only agree.

Song Yan was very excited when he came out of the coffee shop. After that, he finally didn't need to spend his uncle's money. As long as he didn't spend his uncle's money, he didn't need to look at his aunt's face.

Suddenly, he felt that although he had the skills of a piano master, he would only give ten pieces of music as a gift systematically. He would work in a coffee shop in the future, and he would definitely not only play those ten pieces. If he met some customers, it would not be very bad.

Think of here, he accelerated to the dormitory, there are computers in the dormitory, he plans to search the world from the Internet to listen to music.

He has made an agreement with Su mei'er to start work tomorrow evening.

Come to the computer, click the power on button. While waiting to boot up, he called up the system interface again.

Last time, when he fused the skill of medium body skill, his physical and mental strength increased. I wonder if the skill of "Piano Master" will be the same this time.

However, to his disappointment, there was no change in the physical column, which was still 500 points, but the mental strength increased by 5 points to 75 points.

His eyes fell on the fame value. After the lottery, the fame value was deducted by 50 points, leaving 8 points. Later, he fought Zhao Xiaoyu outside the martial arts school and increased a little.

Just now, I played a piece in the coffee shop, and I succeeded in winning the recognition of all the guests, as well as Su mei'er and several waiters. Therefore, the fame value increased by 15 points to 24 points.

It's still a long way from 200 o'clock. However, if the monthly exam can make a great success, it will definitely gain a lot of fame. Moreover, if he works in a coffee shop in the future, as long as he plays the piano well, he should also gain a lot of fame.Close the system interface, song Yan points to open a thousand degrees search, input "piano music" four words, suddenly a large number of search bars appear.

Open one at will, but enter a piano music website, roughly browse the next, the website is divided into original, orchestration, pop songs, scores and other plates, and there is an original piano music audition ranking on the right side of the website.

Song Yan randomly points out a piece of music on the original audition list. After listening to it, he thinks it's not bad, but it's much worse than the piece given by refrain and the system.

After listening to all the ten pieces on the list, song Yan thought about them in his mind, but was surprised to find that all the pieces he had heard were automatically arranged in his mind.

"Meow, what's the matter?" Song Yan asked.

"Host, you are too fussy. Piano masters are very sensitive to music. Basically, they can write music scores for all the songs they have heard. What's more, the skills are system production. System production must be excellent. Therefore, in the future, all the songs you have heard, or the songs you have heard, can easily write music scores in your mind."

"Ha ha! It's so good. I love you so much! " Song Yan couldn't help laughing.

With the skill of writing score in his mind, song Yan has more confidence in his work in the coffee shop.

That night, song yanru, like a sponge, absorbed all kinds of piano music and pop songs and printed them in his mind.

Now he's five times as fit as the average person, even if he doesn't sleep all night.

It's dawn, today is Saturday, so after breakfast, song Yan comes to the computer again to listen to music.

In the following day, he didn't leave the computer except for lunch and going to the bathroom for dinner. Of course, the harvest was not bad. He wrote down nearly 400 songs in his mind.

Half past seven in the evening.

Song Yan left the computer and put on a black suit from the wardrobe.

Standing in front of the mirror, he couldn't help smiling with satisfaction, reached out his finger and pointed to the impact in the mirror. "Song Yan, come on, you can do it!"

Su mei'er's coffee shop is between the school and the martial arts school. It's only a few minutes' walk.

"Welcome home."

Just after entering the coffee shop, Yinger, who was standing at the door, bent over to salute him.

"You're welcome, sister Yinger. It's me." Song Yan smiled at her.

"Song Yan, you are here. Sister Su told me to let you go to her office first." Yinger said softly.

"Thank you."

Song Yan thanked her and then went to Su mei'er's office. After knocking on the door, Su mei'er, who was sitting behind her desk, smiled at him: "here you are. This is our cooperation agreement. You can sign it for three months first, OK?"

"No." Song Yan simply looked at the agreement and signed his name at the signature office.

"If you don't look carefully, you won't be afraid of me." Asked Su mei'er with a smile.

"I'd like to be trapped by such a beautiful girl as sister Su!" Song Yan took off his mouth.

"Glib!" Su mei'er gave him a white look and continued: "the playing time starts at eight o'clock. Most of the guests here are white-collar workers, so they like to be quiet. So, you should try to choose a quieter tune in music selection."

"Yes, I remember."

Eight o'clock.

Song Yan came to the piano and sat down. He opened the cover and looked at the smooth black and white keys like marble. A confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His fingers beat and fell on the piano keys, and a series of beautiful notes flowed out. The song he played was called "angel with one wing", which was adapted from a popular song. The singer is Murong Xinyue, the famous star of film and television songs.

This song is originally a lyric song, mainly about an angel came to the world and fell in love with people, because he didn't want to leave his lover, broke his own wings and left in the world.

To play a piece of music well, we have to understand the feelings contained in the piece. Piano master performance is not limited to skills, but focuses on the collision and resonance of the soul.

With song Yan's playing, the guests in the cafe gradually put up their ears to show their expression of listening and enjoying.

Standing not far away, Su mei'er saw the expression of the guests, and a smile appeared on her face. She said to herself, "this kid is really a genius at piano, and he has adapted this single winged angel so well."

After a single winged angel, song Yan continued to play another piano with a little sadness.

In a corner of the coffee shop, sitting with a book reading, wearing a white dress beautiful girl.

When song Yangang was playing, she closed her book and listened quietly. After a while, a little curiosity came out of her heart. Looking at the piano platform, she saw a young figure. Then, she felt that the figure was familiar. After a careful look, she could not help but flashed a shock and an accident: "how could it be him?"

She thought that she should be a handsome middle-aged man who could play such a beautiful and moving string, but she didn't expect that it would be song inkstone.The mosquito has built a WeChat official account. We can only search for "not mosquitoes" and pay attention to it, so we can communicate with mosquitoes better,

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