Chapter 270

"Is this boy still proficient in musical instruments? But looking at his clumsy appearance, he must be a fool with developed limbs. It is absolutely impossible for him to master such elegant things as musical instruments. " Zhang Lang said firmly in his heart.

Thinking like this in his heart, his face showed a sneer and said, "it's better to compare. Whoever wins will have a candlelight dinner with Miss Cheng."

And Shen Feng doesn't know that Cheng Xuan's family industry chain is very large, even bigger than Xue's group, and Zhang Lang can see that Cheng Xuan likes Shen Feng, so he said so.

Shen Feng frowned. He never used to bet on women.

But before he could speak, Cheng Xuan said first: "no problem. I'll have dinner with whoever wins." She smiled at Shen Feng. She just believed Shen Feng.

"Well, let's choose an instrument." Zhang Lang said, pointing to the piano not far away and said, "I'll use it."

This kind of private dance has a band, and the piano is one of the bands.

After that, Zhang Lang went to the piano not far away and said to the woman playing the piano very gentlemanly, "dear lady, can I borrow your piano?"

The woman nodded, stood up and walked aside.

"The following song" wedding in a dream "is for my favorite girl, Miss Cheng Xuan. I hope she will always be beautiful and beautiful." Zhang Lang looked at Cheng Xuan and said.

"You're shameless. Look what I'm doing!" Cheng Xuan said in front of everyone and didn't give him any face.

Zhang Lang, still smiling, saluted the crowd.

His heart is vicious: "smelly girl, when I win, I have to intoxicate you, then take a picture of you and send it to this smelly boy!"

Then he sat down slowly, arranged the score, took a deep breath, stretched out his fingers and slowly pressed the keys.

"Dong..." a clear and pleasant voice came out when Zhang Lang pressed the piano key.

"Ding Ding Dong Dong..." the sound intertwined into notes, echoing on the second floor of the seaside resort hotel

The song "wedding in a dream" played by Zhang Lang is not difficult. The people present are basically engaged in literature and art. They will know their level as soon as they hear it.

It's not hard for everyone to hear that Zhang Lang's ability to play the piano is not at the master level, but it's not bad at all. It's already very good.

Wang yuluo and Cheng Xuan's two daughters listened to the piano music, and Dai Mei locked up. They began to worry about Shen Feng.

But Shen Feng was very calm, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

After a song was played, there was a burst of applause from people around. Zhang Lang was even more proud when he listened to the applause. He played very long today.

So he stood up slowly, bent down very gentlemanly and said, "it's a shame."

After that, he went to the front of Shen Feng and said contemptuously, "it's your turn now, buns."

Cheng Xuan was not happy when she heard this. She shouted to Zhang Lang, "you are the earth steamed stuffed bun. Your whole family is the earth steamed stuffed bun!"

"Miss Cheng, don't worry. My restaurant is booked. After the dance, we'll have dinner." Zhang Lang said to Cheng Xuan, looking confident.

"You......" just as Cheng Xuan was about to say something, Wang yuluo caught her. "I can't be angry with such bastards. Besides, I haven't finished the competition yet."

Zhang Lang bit his teeth and sneered at Shen Feng: "Hey, what are you waiting for? It's your turn."

Shen Feng looked at the instruments of everyone in the band and frowned a little.

Zhang Lang saw Shen Feng's eyebrows locked and his face was even more proud. "There should be no musical instrument you can use in this band."

Instead of answering his question, Shen Feng said to several musicians in the band, "does anyone have a harmonica?"

"Harmonica? Ha ha, you don't want to play the harmonica. It's something that children can do. " After listening to Shen Feng's words, Zhang Lang laughed aside.

"Shut up." Shen Feng's eyes sank.

Zhang Lang felt Shen Feng's eyes, suddenly burst into a cold sweat and obediently closed his mouth.

"I have here." A female violinist got up and took out a delicate harmonica from her body.

"Thank you." Shen Feng walked over with a smile, said politely, and took the harmonica.

After receiving the harmonica, Shen Feng tried to play it, nodded and said, "the timbre is good."

The harmonica is the only musical instrument of Shen Feng club. He learned it from a veteran when he was a mercenary abroad.

The career of a mercenary was the most painful experience of Shen Feng's military experience, especially when he was a mercenary at first. Almost every time he performed a task, his brother died and his injury was common.

One of the veterans, at the end of each mission and in the dead of night, took out his beloved harmonica and played it alone in a quiet night.

The sound of the harmonica is full of yearning and helplessness, as well as the memory of lost comrades in arms.

Whenever the veteran plays the harmonica, Shen Feng will listen quietly. When he listens to the harmonica, his heart is also the most calm. It can be said that the sound of the harmonica helped him through his inner loneliness.

"Old ghost, what's the name of this song? It's so beautiful." Shen Feng asked the veteran.

"I don't know what it's called. I just blow it for a while when I'm homesick." The veteran smiled and said.

"Can you teach me?" Shen Feng smiled at the veteran.

"Of course." The veteran promised, wiped the harmonica with his dirty sleeves and handed it to Shen Feng.

"How does this blow?" Shen Feng took the harmonica and asked the veteran.

"Ha ha, I'll teach you, but the most important thing is to be careful." The old soldier replied with a smile.

Later, when the veteran was on a mission, he slept forever in the rain forest. There was nothing in front of the veteran's grave, only a Harmonica

Shen Feng gently put the harmonica on his mouth and closed his eyes slightly. In his mind, he thought of his former comrades in arms and his past, and integrated all his emotions into the small harmonica.

The harmonica sounded, its voice was ethereal and melodious. The moment the harmonica sounded, the whole dance was quiet.

The voice is like crying and telling, and the endless vicissitudes of life are sometimes like wandering children who miss their hometown; Sometimes like a lover, looking for and waiting for his lover to return

Wang yuluo looked at Shen Feng with his eyes slightly closed and absorbed. A trace of heartache appeared in his eyes.

She made a sound with a golden key when she was a child. She was spoiled by her family and everyone. She regarded her as a treasure in her hand. She couldn't imagine what kind of experience Shen Feng had to have to play such a desolate song.