Street pianos are rarely seen in China, but they are not too rare in Fanying Country.

These pianos are often quietly displayed on street corners, and anyone who is interested can go over and play a piece.

Due to lack of maintenance and tuning, the tone of these street pianos is often not very accurate, but generally it is not too far off.

It is impossible to use it as a professional instrument to play magnificent music, but if it is just for fun and play some more relaxed music, it is completely fine.

Yang Tian looked at the piano, then turned back and looked at the happiness overflowing on Sakurajima Maki's cute little face. He suddenly felt a bit comfortable and satisfied in his heart, and he also had an urge to express this emotion.

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"Maki, have you ever heard anyone else play the piano?"

Yang Tian looked at Sakurajima Maki and asked.

Sakurajima Maki was suddenly called by her first name, and was slightly startled. She felt a little embarrassed and her face turned slightly red.

After all, in the etiquette of Fanying Country, calling someone by their first name, especially between members of the opposite sex, can be said to be a symbol of close relationship.

She paused and then said: "I think... I've heard of it.

I used to have that kind of record player at home, and what was played on the record player seemed to be piano music."

"The record player..." Yang Tian smiled bitterly. This equipment in Ninja Village is so ancient.

In this era where computers and televisions have become popular and most people are bombarded with all kinds of information, people in Ninja Village can still use record players to listen to music. It is really retro.

"So, you must have never heard live playing, right?"

Yang Tian asked.

"Uh... no," Sakurajima Maki said, shaking her head.

"Want to hear it?"

Yang Tiandao.

Sakurajima Maki was slightly startled and said: "I thought so...but no one is playing it now."

Yang Tian smiled and said: "It will be available soon.

Just sit here and listen."

With that said, he stood up and walked towards the piano.

He came to the chair in front of the piano, sat down, paused briefly, and collected his thoughts.

Passers-by were not too surprised when they saw someone sitting in front of the piano. After all, people occasionally come to play this kind of street piano - most of them are amateur piano enthusiasts, and a small number of them are piano professionals.

subject students.

The quality of the playing is generally not particularly high, but it can still be heard.

At this moment, passers-by and some tourists sitting and resting nearby looked at Yang Tian with interest.

Seeing that the young man was young, only in his early twenties, and his temperament seemed to be relatively ordinary and simple, they didn't have any expectations.

After all, if you have an ordinary temperament, you are generally not a piano major, you can only learn it as a part-timer.

In addition, if you are young, your amateur studies will definitely not be very good. Being able to play a piece of music fluently is considered a success.

Not far away... Sakurajima Maki was still sitting in the seating area outside the ice cream shop. Looking at Yang Tian who was sitting in front of the piano over there, her beautiful eyes widened slightly - eh?

Could this guy still play the piano?

..."Huh-" Yang Tian took a deep breath, then opened his eyes and sat upright.

In just a few seconds, his temperament and demeanor completely changed.

It was as if he suddenly transformed from an unknown boy into an aristocratic artist playing music in the palace.

Then...he started playing.

His fingers began to tap the keys briskly, and his hands flew like butterflies on the black and white keys.

A sound that was familiar to almost everyone around him floated out.

"Eh?

Is this... a Turkish march?"

That's right, the piece Yang Tian started to play was the third movement of Mozart K331, which is the famous Turkish March.

As we all know, it is easier to get cheers and applause when you play songs that are familiar to everyone than when you play some difficult and off-the-beaten-path repertoire.

However, correspondingly, playing familiar music often requires higher proficiency.

After all, if it is a piece that no one has heard of and if you play a few wrong notes, no one will be able to tell. If the tempo is slowed down, no one will know that it is slowed down, and the difficulty will naturally be reduced.

And if it is a piece that everyone is familiar with and has heard it many times, it will be easy for everyone to distinguish if it is played incorrectly, played slowly, or is uncoordinated.

At this moment... many passers-by heard this familiar piece of music and found it interesting. They stopped to hear how this young man played, or in other words, they wanted to try to detect some unskilled or unskilled performance in this piece of music.

Wrong and missing ingredients.

However... they listened for a minute, but still couldn't find any mistakes or inconsistencies.

The only mistake is probably that some of the piano's notes are not so accurate.

But this is certainly not the player's problem.

But other than that, whether it was rhythm or precision, this young man did it flawlessly, as accurately as the recorded music played from the record player.

This made the tourists a little confused - this young man is quite awesome! ...Maki Sakurajima was originally eating ice cream, looking at Yang Tian, ​​and listening to his playing.

But as she listened, the smooth and brisk sound of the piano came, which inexplicably made her heart jump for joy and relax.

Unknowingly, she put down the cone, walked to Yang Tian, ​​and listened to his playing at close range.

Yang Tian smiled slightly at her, and continued to play without slowing down at all.

Sakurajima Maki looked at Yang Tian closely, looking at the elegance and dazzlingness that was completely different from the past, and suddenly felt confused in her heart - how many things were hidden in this guy... That night, the first

When they met in private for the first time and put a knife on his neck, he was so calm, calm and unafraid.

Today, when he came to his room, he was smiling so playfully and acted wantonly, without taking his identity as a young master seriously.

Later, she was poisoned by him and could do nothing to him, but he showed such gentleness and caring, as if warm hot water flowed into her heart, quietly melting the shackles that imprisoned her.

But now, sitting in front of the piano on this street, he seems to have become another person, as elegant as a prince playing calmly in the palace. Where is the slightest trace of simplicity and mediocrity?

How much does this guy have that he hasn’t shown yet?

It's like an iceberg, with only a tiny corner showing.
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