Until, she could clearly see his flawless facial features.
With his beautiful face and red lips, he closed his eyes and pressed his slender fingers on the keyboard.
As if water came naturally, a smooth note poured out from his fingertips like tinkling spring water. It seemed to be an understatement, more like a long stream of water, awakening people's hearts in an instant.
Lan Ya shrugged. "Didn't this kid smash the piano in the summer when he was 17 and vowed never to play again in his life? He actually broke his vows for her."
"I said he was crazy, but you just don't believe it..." Qin Shou rolled his eyes.
Fu Hong held the wine glass and tasted it carefully: "I haven't heard him play the piano for a long time, but I got a kick out of it today."
Can we say that Chang Mian is versatile?
His grandmother was an artist, and she had been familiar with him since he was a child. He had cultivated his talent in this area. Dance and music were his specialties that he could pick up easily without studying hard. But when he was 17 years old, after his grandmother passed away, in addition to grief, he
I never touched a piano again and vowed never to touch it again.
In his words: He will only play piano for one person in his life, and that woman is his grandmother.
But now, a second woman appeared who made him interested in playing.
As soon as the song was written, the applause was like waves.
Chang Mian opened his eyes slightly, and his gaze quietly swept over everyone present, like a dragonfly touching water. The last thing that caught his eye was the elf whose beauty was so heart-stopping.
She just raised her head quietly and looked at him with admiration. Her eyes only stopped on him, as if he was the only one in her eyes.
Chang Mian smiled and said, "The following song, "Dream of Love," is given to my woman and I wish her a happy birthday."
But he was in no hurry to play.
"I heard that pianists nowadays like to use apples to introduce new tricks. I haven't played the piano for many years, and suddenly I got interested. Which lady here can give me an apple?"
"Me!" Immediately another hand was raised.
However, when other people's eyes fell on her, she shrank her neck with a whoosh, her finger shifted in the direction, and pointed at Chang Shang as if to make up for it: "Of course this opportunity is not for me. Such an opportunity, we should give it to
Give it to the only birthday girl tonight, right?"
The whole audience burst into laughter.
A waiter thrust an apple into Chang Shang's hand.
Chang Shang smiled sheepishly, stepped onto the stage gracefully, and handed the red apple to Chang Mian's hand.
There are bursts of sweetness in my heart.
Her clear eyes fell on his face for an instant.
The man's warm smile turned into the most beautiful scene the moment she handed her the apple.
Not only did he catch the apple, he also held her hand.
Even those jade hands fell on him and kissed lightly.
There was a click.
This lingering scene was forever fixed in the photo, and even later turned into a huge oil painting, hanging in her room. It was so beautiful, the intersection of the fairy tale princess and the prince charming.
For countless days in the future, she would always look at that oil painting with endless nostalgia and emotion.
The beautiful piano sound sounded again.
Chang Chang stood on the left side of the piano, looking at the profile of the man performing passionately, watching his fingers flying on the keys, watching the apples passing smoothly on the keys, she seemed to have walked into the beautiful dream he created.