Xiang Feifei was good at chatting. After half an hour, Song Yan felt better acquainted with her. He even wished they could stay here longer.
"Sorry, I must go to the café now." Song Yan apologized.
"May I go with you?" Xiang Feifei asked.
"Okay! Let me treat you to coffee." Song Yan smiled and offered.
Seeing Song Yan, Ying'er walked up to him and greeted, "Song Yan, good evening! Is she your girlfriend? She looks so pretty!"
Xiang Feifei smiled naturally and said, "Haha, you got it wrong. My name is Xiang Feifei. I'm Song Yan's schoolmate."
"Sorry." Ying'er gave an embarrassed smile.
"That's okay."
"Ying'er, take Feifei to her seat. I'll pay for her." Song Yan said.
"Alright!"
After Xiang Feifei left with Ying'er, Song Yan went to Su Mei'er's office to greet her. Then he walked to the piano and uncovered it. He stared at the black and white keys and planned to play a piece of music given by the system.
He recalled the left eight pieces of music in his mind and decided to play a piece of music named Blue and White Porcelain.
The music was rearranged from a popular song. The system introduced it like this: This popular song is written and sang by a very accomplished male vocalist. It told a sad and beautiful love story…
Song Yan took a deep breath and rested his fingers on the keys.
The next moment, he pressed down the keys. The beautiful yet sad melody of Blue and White Porcelain came from under his fingers.
Music has the magic and power to touch people. Blue and White Porcelain was a wonderful piece of music, and the player was Song Yan who had mastered the skill of Piano Master. As a result, the moment the piano sound was heard, guests in the café were brought to a small town in South China.
A light rain was falling and mist was rising. A beautiful lady wearing a cheongsam was walking on a stone bridge with a traditional paper umbrella. She met a gentle and learned man there…
Light rain, mist, stone bridge and river formed a really world.
"A classical music… Why am I so sad?" Su Mei'er was used to listening to Song Yan's performance every day. She didn't expect him to play another original piece of music. It was such an amazing piece of music that she was immersed in the music.
After the music ended, most of the guests still didn't recover, but buried themselves in the world created by the music. Many sentimental female guests even shed tears.
"What a beautiful song! What a touching story!" Xiang Feifei stared blankly at the figure on the stage. He looked a little dull, but he wrote so amazing music!
Then she remembered Song Yan's martial skills. She sighed and asked to herself, "Song Yan, how many secrets do you have?"
Beside Xiang Feifei's table, there was a middle-aged woman with short hair in a beige suit. She wiped the tears on her face and made up her mind that she would invite this boy to attend the Xiangcheng Piano Competition. If this boy attended the competition, the level of the competition would definitely be enhanced.
Meanwhile, she thought to herself that a small café had such a piano master at such a young age. Masters indeed liked to live in seclusion.
Two hours later, the performance was ended. Song Yan stood and bowed to thank the guests. He won warm applause again.