Desert Camels. Yang Yi had heard this piano piece before. In fact, most of the music on the shelves in his coffee shop were not pop albums, but pure music CDs for piano or violin. Usually, he would play these pure music CDs in his shop!
Of course, Yang Yi was still appreciating the famous music in this world. He had not played it yet, but he recognized it when he heard the prelude.
This was the first time that Yang Yi had heard a master's live performance. Jian Yifan's performance seemed to be as good as the recordings that Yang Yi had heard.
Closing his eyes and listening to it, the beautiful notes seemed to be alive and beating. At the beginning, the rhythm was a little slow, as if he had walked into a desert. Worries and worries were brewing, and the slightly nervous secondary melody was urging him like a clock, pushing the main melody in a faster direction.
Slowly, as if the camels were growing stronger, the notes that were played by the heavy keys seemed to indicate that they were walking steadily into the distance.
Of course, these feelings were just imagination, but the beautiful piano playing stimulated these imaginations.
"Papa, Papa!" The little girl felt that the music was very nice and wanted to whisper to her father. She pulled on her father's clothes and whispered.
"Shh!" Yang Yi lowered his head and raised his fingers. Then he rubbed the little girl's head, indicating that she should listen carefully.
The movement was very long. There were strong winds and sandstorms in the middle, but the camels fearlessly challenged all the difficulties. The melody became more and more passionate. Jian Yifan's fingers moved faster and faster, and the rhythm became more and more obvious.
In the end, it seemed to be a eulogy. After a while, it returned to a brisk ending and gradually calmed down.
Yang Yi slowly opened his eyes and saw Jian Yifan's hand gestures. He was like a real performer. He was indeed professional!
Ding Xiang was the first to applaud. She was not very good at appreciating music, but even people who did not know much about music could tell the difference. Ding Xiang also felt that this old man played very smoothly. He should be very good.
Xi Xi also applauded. The little girl really felt that the music was very nice. It was even better than her mother's piano.
"Thank you, thank you. I couldn't control myself when I saw the good zither, so I played it for a while. You don't mind, do you?" Jian Yifan cupped his hands and smiled. He was very polite. Perhaps it was because he had been abroad for many years, but he behaved very gentlemanly.
"You flatter me. Teacher Jian is definitely a virtuoso!" Yang Yi said with a smile. "It's our honor to be able to play a song in this restaurant."
Actually, the entire movement had taken up quite a bit of time. The piping hot coffee that Ding Xiang had brewed was no longer emitting white steam.
Yang Yi noticed this detail. He pushed the cup on the bar and said, "Ding Xiang, make another one. This one is cold."
Jian Yifan came over and sat down at the bar. He wanted to tease the cute little girl Xi Xi, but he quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, it's not her fault. It's all my fault. Don't blame her."
Yang Yi was stunned for a moment. He then smiled and said, "Teacher Jian, you misunderstood. I didn't blame Ding Xiang. I just asked her to make a hot cup for you."
"Then I'll pay for two cups of coffee!" Jian Yifan felt bad and wanted to reach into his pocket.
"How can you do that? We're so lucky to be able to listen to your 'Desert Camel Herd'. This cup of coffee is on me. " Yang Yi quickly stopped him. After some persuasion, the honest Teacher Jian finally gave up on the idea.
However, Teacher Jian still kept the money, saying that it was a tip for Ding Xiang. Yang Yi didn't stop him. He even smiled and let Ding Xiang, who was blushing, accept the money.
After a while, Jian Yifan got to know Yang Yi's name. He also knew that Yang Yi liked classical music.
"Would I be lucky enough to hear Mr. Yang play?" Jian Yifan humorously said, "Thank you for this cup of delicious freshly ground coffee. I'm not good at anything, but I have some experience in teaching students. Perhaps this is the only way to repay your generosity, Mr. Yang."
Jian Yifan really wanted to give Yang Yi some pointers. Although he didn't know how good Yang Yi was, he had no problem giving pointers to most piano players.
Yang Yi was stunned for a moment. Then, he was delighted. He stood up and said, "Teacher Jian, it's great that you're willing to give me pointers."
In his previous life, he wasn't someone who liked to work behind closed doors. He was obsessed with swords and knives. He even traveled all over China to ask for advice from famous masters of different sects. After coming to this world, Yang Yi's biggest hobby was music. Although he didn't want to become a pianist, if he could get the guidance of a master pianist and improve his personal ability, how could Yang Yi not be happy?
Sitting in front of the piano, Yang Yi was in a daze for a moment. He hesitated whether he should play a classic from his previous life.
However, Yang Yi gave up on the idea. He was accepting Jian Yifan's guidance, not showing off his "creative ability."
Yang Yi didn't hide anymore. He tried his best and played a piece that he had practiced before.
Ding Xiang watched from the side and couldn't help but cover her mouth in shock. Brother Yang could do this?
Yang Yi had never played the piano in front of her before. He was too low-key. Ding Xiang foolishly thought that Yang Yi bought the piano for Murphy. She didn't expect Yang Yi to know how to play the piano!
At that moment, Ding Xiang felt a tug on her clothes. She looked down and saw Xi Xi at the bar. The little girl proudly muttered to her sister Ding Xiang, "My PaPa is amazing!"
"Achoo!" After saying that, Xixi sneezed again.
"Xi Xi, why did you sneeze?" Ding Xiang noticed and quickly wiped the little girl's nose with a tissue.
Jian Yifan, who was sitting in front of the bar, also heard the cute little girl's words. He smiled.
Jian Yifan didn't expect Yang Yi to be so good. He was almost on par with the students he taught. What Jian Yifan found interesting was that the smooth piano sound and clean fingering seemed to contradict Yang Yi's tall and sturdy body. However, they somehow merged together!
Jian Yifan couldn't help but sigh at how amazing the Creator was!
Of course, Jian Yifan could still find many problems with the performance.
After Yang Yi finished playing the song, Ding Xiang and Xi Xi stopped clapping excitedly. Jian Yifan then said to Yang Yi, "Boss Yang, I might be a bit blunt. I'm used to being a teacher. I want to discuss the performance with you. Perhaps my words might not be pleasant to hear. You don't mind, right? "
What he wanted was to point out the flaws and help him improve! Yang Yi wasn't a young man in his early twenties. He didn't have that much vanity.
Therefore, Yang Yi smiled calmly and said, "Teacher Jian, don't worry. Just tell me what you want to say! I'm terrible at it. I know that. "
"No, no, you're actually not bad. It's just that there are some parts …" Jian Yifan excitedly started to guide Yang Yi.
The rain trapped Jian Yifan and Yang Yi in a coffee shop. Although they had only met once and were only guiding him on a whim, Jian Yifan and Yang Yi quietly built a friendship because of their mutual love for the piano.
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