Magic Love Ring

Chapter 18: Invitation from the organizer of the competition

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Xiang Feifei is a girl who is very good at chatting. In just half an hour, Song Yan felt a lot more familiar with her, and even had some unfinished feelings about her.

"Sorry, I should go to the coffee shop." Song Yan apologized.

"Can we go together, okay?" Xiang Feifei asked.

"Okay, I'll treat you to coffee." Song Yan said with a smile.

When Ying'er saw Song Yan arriving, she took the initiative to greet her: "Song Yan, you're here... Well, is this your girlfriend? She's so beautiful."

Xiang Feifei smiled generously: "Sister, you misunderstood. My name is Xiang Feifei, Song Yan's classmate."

"Sorry." Ying'er said quickly.

"It doesn't matter."

"Ying'er, arrange a seat for my classmate, and the bill will be mine." Song Yan said.

"OK."

After making arrangements with Xiang Feifei, Song Yan went to Su Meier's office again, then walked to the piano, sat down, and opened the cover. His eyes fell on the black and white keys. His heart moved slightly, and he planned to play. The music provided by the music system.

After quickly filtering the remaining eight pieces of music in his mind, he decided to play a piece called "Blue and White Porcelain".

This piece is adapted from a song. The system’s accompanying introduction to this piece is: This piece was composed and sung by a music king from another time and space. It is a very popular song and tells a poignant story. …

Taking a deep breath, Song Yan placed his fingers on the keys.

next moment.

With his fingers beating, the beautiful yet poignant melody of "Blue and White Porcelain" flowed out from his fingers.

Music can touch people's hearts and souls the most. "Blue and White Porcelain" is a unique piece of music, and the person who plays this piece is Song Yan, who has acquired the skills of a piano master. Therefore, as soon as the sound of the piano starts playing, the guests in the store seem to be attracted by the sound of the piano. That water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

Light rain was falling, and the sky and earth were filled with fine mist like thin smoke. A woman from the south of the Yangtze River wearing a cheongsam and a paper umbrella arrived. She walked slowly onto the stone bridge and met a gentle and elegant man...

Drizzle, mist, stone bridges, and rivers create an extremely real world.

"This is a classical piece... so poignant." Su Meier was used to listening to Song Yan play every day. She didn't expect that this guy would come up with another original song, and this one was so amazing. Soon, She was completely immersed in the artistic conception of this piece of music.

After the song ended, most of the guests could not come back to their senses and were still immersed in the artistic conception created by Song Yan. Even the sentimental female guest shed tears.

"What a beautiful piece of music, what a touching story." Xiang Feifei looked at the tall figure on the stage, her eyes a little crazy. He seemed a little stupid, but he could write such a touching piece of music.

Then she thought of Song Yan's superb skills and sighed softly: "Song Yan, Song Yan, how many secrets do you still have that no one knows?"

Next to Xiang Feifei, there was a short-haired middle-aged woman wearing a beige suit. She gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but she had already decided in her heart that she must invite this young man to participate in the Xiangcheng Piano Competition. If he participated, the competition would be The influence can definitely be taken to the next level.

At the same time, she also sighed that there was a master pianist in a small coffee shop, and he was so young. The folk saying about masters was indeed true.

At the end of the two-hour performance, Song Yan stood up to express his gratitude to the guests, who also received warm applause.

After settling his wages, he breathed a sigh of relief when he walked out of Su Meier's office. Su Meier didn't ask who the composer of "Blue and White Porcelain" was today, otherwise, he would have to blame it on his unnecessary friend studying abroad.

"What's the name of the first song?" Xiang Feifei looked at him and asked.

"Blue and white porcelain."

"Can you give me the score? I want to adapt it into a guzheng piece." Xiang Feifei said with a longing face.

"Okay, I'll give it to you tomorrow." This piece of music originally has a classical charm, and it would definitely be good if it could be adapted into a guzheng piece.

After Song Yan asked Ying'er to pay, he was about to leave the coffee shop. At this moment, a middle-aged woman wearing a beige suit came over and handed him a business card: "Excuse me, sir, my name is Zheng Yun. One of the organizers of the Xiangcheng Piano Competition, I wonder if I can have a chat with you?"

Song Yan hesitated slightly, nodded and said, "Okay."

The two parties sat down again, and Zheng Yun said politely: "I wonder what I call you, sir?"

"My name is Song Yan."

"It turns out to be Mr. Song."

Hearing the address of the other party's gentleman, Song Yan felt a little nervous, and then heard Zheng Yun continue: "I wonder if Mr. Song has heard that there will be a piano competition in Hong Kong in the middle of next month?"

Song Yan's heart moved. It seemed that Song Xue had signed up to participate in this competition.

So he nodded: "I've heard of it."

"Then have you signed up to compete?" Zheng Yun continued to ask.

Song Yan shook his head.

Hearing that Song Yan did not sign up, Zheng Yun felt a little disappointed. It seemed that the influence of this competition was still too small. She also thought that Song Yan might not like this so-called piano competition, so she said with some anxiety: "Mr. Song As the organizer of the competition, I invite you to participate. I wonder if you are interested?"

"Participating in the piano competition is a good opportunity to earn fame." Song Yan couldn't help but lowered his head and thought.

Seeing that he did not reply immediately, Zheng Yun was inevitably a little anxious. It seemed that she had to increase her stakes, so she said: "Mr. Song, your piano level is no less than those of famous piano masters. If you agree to participate, you can enter directly without the preliminary or semi-finals." The finals, and the winner of the competition will also receive a bonus of 100,000 yuan.”

You can earn fame points and get bonuses, so why not

"Ms. Zheng, I agree to participate."

"That's great." Zheng Yun said excitedly, "Mr. Song, thank you very much."

"It's okay. I would also like to thank Ms. Zheng for giving me this opportunity. By the way, I am still a student, so you can just call me by my name. Mr. Song's name sounds a bit awkward!"

"Haha, it was me who was abrupt."

After the two parties exchanged contact information, they chatted for a while before leaving.

After walking out of the coffee shop, she smiled at Feifei, who had been silent the entire time, and said, "Song Yan, Xiaoxue didn't know you knew how to play the piano, right?"

"Yeah." Song Yan nodded.

"She also participated in this piano competition, and she also determined that the championship is hers. If you can win the championship, I think her expression will definitely be wonderful."

Hearing what Xiang Feifei said, Song Yan was a little hesitant. If he won the championship, would Song Xue hate him? Although Song Xue had always looked down on his cousin, he did not want to hurt her.

"What? Are you afraid that Xiaoxue will be sad if she loses?" Xiang Feifei asked with a smile.

After a moment of silence, Song Yan nodded.

Xiang Feifei continued: "Actually, you are completely over-worrying. I have a good relationship with Xiaoxue and I know her well. Although she is a bit arrogant, she is definitely not the kind of girl who is petty. If you can win against her, maybe you two brothers and sisters will be together." The relationship between them will get better."

"Really?" Song Yan's eyes lit up. He really wanted to have a good relationship with Song Xue.

Xiang Feifei smiled and said nothing.

The author's digression: When reading a book, don't forget to collect it (to be continued)