School ends at six o'clock, and there is evening self-study from 8 to 10 o'clock. However, the school will not force students to attend evening self-study. It is all voluntary. In the past, Song Yan was too lazy to attend evening self-study, but now there is no need to do so.
In this case, why not use these two hours, 50 yuan an hour, 3,000 yuan a month.
There are still three months left before the college entrance examination. It's like applying for a job. 9,000 yuan is enough for college expenses, so I don't have to be angry with my eldest aunt anymore.
Thinking of this, Song Yan walked towards this coffee shop.
"Master, welcome back."
The waiter in maid uniform bowed to him.
"Hello, I saw your advertisement for pianists posted outside. I'm here to apply."
As he spoke, Song Yan took a look at the cafe. The entire cafe was decorated in a comfortable and high-end style. There were not many customers now, only a few groups. There was a small stage in the center of the cafe, with a pure stage on it. With a white piano and soft piano music playing on the speakers, this kind of place is very suitable for urban white-collar workers with a petty bourgeois sentiment.
The waitress hesitated for a moment and said, "Please wait a moment, I will report to the boss right now."
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 an open door, then pointed and whispered: "Go in."
"Thank you." Song Yan said to the waitress, and then he looked into the office. The entire office space was quite open, and a faint fragrance wafted from it...
There is a white laptop on the desk, and a very beautiful woman is sitting in front of the computer typing away.
"Is this woman the boss? She's even more beautiful than Teacher Han Sha." Song Yan was a little surprised and raised her hand to knock on the door.
But as soon as he stretched out his hand, the woman stopped what she was doing, looked up at him, and said, "Come in." After he walked into the office, the other party pointed to the sofa and said, "Please sit down."
"Thanks."
After sitting down, Song Yan said directly, "Hello, I'm here to apply for a job as a pianist."
"I know. Xiaoying said it." As she spoke, the woman's eyes scanned Song Yan's body, and then her sexy lips curved: "You are still a student, right?"
"Yes, I am a student of Shengye Middle School." Song Yan nodded.
"Shengye 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 deliberately showing off, and said with some embarrassment: "My grades are not good."
"You are very honest." The woman chuckled. When she smiled, a charming aura suddenly came out. That mature charming aura was too lethal to a boy like Song Yan. For a moment, his eyes were dull. .
But soon, Song Yan realized that he had made a fool of himself, and quickly withdrew his eyes, not daring to look further.
"Giggle!"
The woman chuckled, seemingly not caring about Song Yan's impoliteness at all, and asked with interest, "What's your name?"
"Song Yan."
"Okay, student Song Yan, can you tell me why you came to apply for a job with me?"
Song Yan, who had no interview experience, hesitated slightly and said: "I will go to college in three months, 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 customer base here is mainly urban white-collar workers, so my requirements for pianists are relatively high."
The woman's tone was very tactful, and Song Yan could tell that the other party was rejecting him.
He was not angry about this. He raised his head, looked at her, and said confidently: "I think I can do it."
The woman was stunned, then frowned slightly, hesitated for a while, and then said: "I can give you a chance. You go and play a song in the hall. If half of the people applaud you, I will admit you."
"good."
Song Yan stood up and walked to the hall. With the skills of a piano master, he still didn't believe that he could not be a pianist in a coffee shop.
"You're quite confident!" The woman smiled again.
When he came to the hall, Song Yan went directly to the white piano, opened the cover, and sat down. Looking at the black and white keys that he had never touched before, he felt extremely familiar.
At this moment, the voice of the beautiful landlady sounded: "Everyone, this classmate named Song Yan is going to play a song for everyone. If he plays well, I hope everyone can applaud."
"As long as it sounds good, we will definitely not hesitate to applaud." A male customer responded, but he was doing it to save face for the beautiful proprietress. As for Song Yan, he didn't think this student could play such good music.
"Come on, young man." Another female customer said with a smile.
"Thank you." Song Yan stood up and bowed to several tables of guests and said, "The song I'm playing next is called "Refrain". I hope everyone likes it."
After finishing speaking, he took a deep breath, sat down again, and placed his hands on the black and white keys.
Su Meier was a little confused when she heard the title of the song mentioned by Song Yan. She had always had an inexplicable love for piano music since she was a child. It can be said that she has heard all the famous and beautiful piano music, but the song "Song Yan is going to play" Refrain", this was the first time he heard it.
"Is it his original work?" For a moment, she became interested in Song Yan.
Without any warning, the fingers on the black and white keys started to beat flexibly, and then, a string of notes with a touch of sadness flowed out from his fingers...
At this moment, Su Meier was suddenly stunned. Then, she gently closed her eyes and listened to the music with only her ears.
Several groups of customers who originally didn't think Song Yan could play any beautiful piano music stopped talking after hearing the series of slightly sad notes and quietly enjoyed the music.
"Refrain" means restraint and restraint. This piece is one of the ten songs given to Song Yan after he obtained the skills of a piano master.
The theme of this piece expresses missing, 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 piece of music, but soon he was completely immersed in the artistic conception of the piece:
Love is precious only in a heart that is good at restraining and waiting. A living thing that cannot survive the winter is not worthy of enjoying the sunshine of spring. Sometimes being a fool who waits and waits is just the right way to get happiness. Only by stubbornly believing can you avoid the so-called miss.
Is it sad? Still moved.
It is undeniable that Song Yan was moved by his own music, and felt that his heart was filled with a touch of sadness, as if he had missed something in his life.
As for Su Mei'er, who closed her eyes and listened to the music, she completely entered the artistic conception of the music. She didn't know what she recalled while listening to the music, and a clear teardrop fell from the corner of her eye.
Finally, just one song.
Song Yan withdrew from the sadness and let out a long breath, but what worried him was that there was no applause.
"Is this song not to their liking?" Subconsciously, he looked back and saw Su Mei'er wiping her eyes.
At this moment, a burst of loud but not intensive applause sounded.
A smile appeared on Song Yan's lips. He knew he had succeeded because he heard all the customers in the coffee shop applauding him, even the waiters. He conquered them with the sound of the piano. At this moment, he felt like I feel a strong sense of pride, and even more fortunate that I have acquired this skill.
The author's digression: Thanks to the three classmates of Little Mosquito Ji Shao td87835792 for their rewards. (To be continued)