Yang Yi's request was abrupt. The old man looked at Yang Yi's bronze muscles on his arm with a strange look, and his coils were solid.

Can such a guy play guitar?

The old man's mind was filled with an incongruous picture as if a cow was chewing a peony...

"Uh, you can try it." Hu Songnan nodded very well and did not refuse because of his prejudice.

After Yang Yi took off the guitar, he sat openly on the chair opposite the old man. He placed the guitar on his right foot, gently plucked the strings, and tried the sound.

"Buzz..." The deep and thick bass was clearly conveyed through the resonance of the piano box.

Yang Yi's ears moved slightly, and his expression became a little surprised. Then, he tried a few notes.

"Professor Hu, your guitar is not an extraordinary product!" Yang Yi finally raised his head and said to the old man in a little surprised.

Hu Songnan was stunned. He trembled his hand and pointed to a beetle-like carving seal at the end of the guitar box, and asked incredibly: "Don't you recognize this logo?"

"Is it still a famous brand?" Yang Yi looked at it and shook his head.

Of course he didn't recognize that the musical instrument brands in his previous life did not exist in this world, and the musical instrument brands in this life? Just kidding, I haven't read for a few years at all, so it would be strange if I could still recognize the predecessor of the musical cell!

The old man almost rolled his eyes and gasped helplessly before calming down the depression.

"Brown_Beetle, this is an old German factory, a classical guitar produced in 1970 in limited quantities!" The old man explained to Yang Yi with a beard and glaring, "Old man, it took me a lot of effort to buy it from a merchant!"

Well, after listening to Hu Songnan’s description, it seems to be very powerful... I feel like Steinway in the guitar world!

However, Yang Yi liked to play folk guitars in his previous life, so what is the good thing about the classical guitar, known as the three major musical instruments in the world, is that Yang Yi doesn't have a deep feeling.

Besides, compared to guitar, Yang Yi prefers violin, which is his favorite - pour a glass of red wine, light a candle, play the violin alone, and pair it with shadows...

It was a bit far away, and Yang Yi started his performance undeniably.

When the broken guitar strings merged into a low, melodious prelude, Hu Songnan, who was looking at Yang Yi with curiosity, frowned slightly.

This melody?

He hadn't heard it before, so it was normal. After all, Hu Songnan taught classical music, and he might not be able to cover all pop music.

However, Yang Yi's performance has given him a different feeling.

It's beautiful and smooth, not like a gameplay by an unknown person!

The old man leaned forward slightly, and he listened carefully.

The melody of some faint sadness lasted for more than ten seconds and gradually kicked off. Yang Yi gently hooked the strings of the piano and began to sing.

“I’m coming to your city,

Walking through the path you came..."

Yes, it’s Eason’s long time no see, a song that Yang Yi liked very much in his previous life!

Of course, Yang Yi's voice cannot maintain a very empty magnetic property like Eason.

However, Yang Yi's voice is also of good quality. His bass is very thick and has an inexplicable influence, spreading that sad mood in the hearts of the listener.

"Imagine a day without me,

How lonely you will be..."

The melody in front is still very plain, but the old man listens very seriously.

Finally, the mood of this song ushered in a small explosion.

"Hold the photo you gave me,

The familiar street,

It's just that you're gone,

We can't go back to that day..."

Yang Yi sang very affectionately, and before he knew it, he brought the original Yang Yi and faced Murphy's complex emotions.

However, he did not notice that the old man sitting opposite him shook slightly.

The lyrics of the line "It's just that you have lost your picture" seemed to make the old man's attachment to me suddenly come out.

"Will you appear suddenly?

In the corner of the coffee shop,

I will wave my hand and greet with a smile.

Sitting with you and chatting..."

Yang Yi finally sang the source of his coffee shop name, but this did not attract the old man's attention.

The lyrics that touched him from time to time were as sad as if the melody dyed the air into a blue, and the old man's eyes were moist.

In the haze, he seemed to see his wife in front of the not-withered flowerbed, raising her head, waved to him tremblingly, and smiling at him.

“How much I want to meet you,

Look at your recent changes,

No more talk about the past, just greetings,

Say something to you, just say something,

haven't seen you for a long time......"

Yang Yi didn't understand love in his previous life, and he didn't understand the previous life, but for some reason, when he sang this song, his mind was full of Murphy's back.

I don’t know why, but he sang this song so much that he almost burst into tears when he sang it for the second time.

NND, he didn't want to say "Long time no see" to anyone!

If there is, Xixi can barely count it as one, but she is not moved!

How come your soul is so sentimental?

Yang Yi lowered his head and closed his eyes, and was still plucking the strings in his hand. He finished playing the faint tail rhythm, but he looked down on himself in his heart.

When Yang Yi raised his head, he saw the old man rubbing his eyes in panic and tidying up his emotions.

Unlike Yang Yi, who quickly became nothing, the old man did not hide his sadness so easily, but he was a little face-saving, perhaps because as a teacher, he had to maintain his dignity habitually?

"Ahem!" Hu Songnan looked at Yang Yi awkwardly, his voice slightly hoarse, and the influence of emotional fluctuations was still there. "My friend's song is written with sincere feelings, the melody is simple but deep, and the words are plain but affectionate. Why haven't you seen it appear before?"

The old man was changing the topic, and he was afraid that his fragility would be exposed by Yang Yi.

Yang Yi could see that he did not point it out, but just followed the old man's words: "Because I don't have any plans for this, this song was written for me, my first love, there are too many negative emotions..."

The first love Yang Yi mentioned is of course Murphy. Although it is an excuse to hide it, it is obvious that even though the predecessor had prejudices against Murphy, he still had feelings deep in his heart. Therefore, it was written for Murphy and there was nothing wrong with it.

However, Murphy's identity is quite special. Yang Yi thinks that it is not suitable for his wife to say that Murphy is a girlfriend, and his ex-wife is even more irrelevant. It is better to use the word first love to locate it.

At least including his previous life, Murphy was the first woman Yang Yi liked!

However, the old man was not very satisfied with Yang Yi. He blew his beard and stared at him and said, "How can this be said to be negative? This is called deep affection! How have you devalued your love for the person you love?"

"From your song, you can hear that you still have a deep affection for your first love. Even if you repeatedly emphasize, just greetings, but long time no see, you should ask yourself, do you still hope she can come back, or do you hope you can start over?"

In Yang Yi's shocked expression, the old man criticized Yang Yi with a grudge. From his concept of love to the lyrics of this song, he hid his emotions and cursed without stopping for half an hour!

The old man’s original intention is to hope that Yang Yi can bravely pursue his former love without regrets.

However, Yang Yi could only nod with a wry smile.

What a love story! This so-called first love is probably just unrequited love. This is really a lie I made up, so I can only accept it with a bit of bullet and accept it.

However, unexpectedly, Yang Yi's "well-behaved" appearance was recognized by the old man.

"I decided to rent my house to you." The old man patted Yang Yi on the shoulder with some sadness and said, "But promised me that you must take it well."

Hu Songnan's eyes were a little dull, mixed with reluctance, but also with obvious firmness.

Yang Yi didn't know that his songs once made the old man shake his decision to leave.

However, the old man finally figured it out that his wife was not gone. She was just looking at herself from afar, waiting for her reunion in a hundred years.

Perhaps Yang Yi's appearance was also her arrangement?

My wife still hopes that she can live a happy old age with her children and grandchildren.

So, please ask the person designated by this wife to take good care of this small building that carries the past!

Eight years, long time no see...

How many years will it take? Let's see you again? Maybe, it's not long...
Chapter completed!