Chapter 779

"I often watch my wife play the piano and learn from her. Although I only learn from my wife, I think I play better than you."

Ye Rongrong said confidently.

On the level of Murong Lin, ye Rongrong is confident to abuse him every minute.

"What? You play the piano better than my big brother

Murong Yi thinks she heard the funniest joke in the world.

My eldest brother is a pianist, just a step away from a Master Pianist.

This "rustic old hat" even said that his piano skills were better than his elder brother's.

This is a joke.

Murong Yi admits that the "native hat" is very good at growing watermelons, and the watermelons are also delicious. After all, these farmers should do the work.

Doing well shows that he is a good hand at planting land and watermelon.

But playing the piano is not the same. Playing the piano is a very elegant thing. It can only be played by people with a certain degree of self-cultivation.

He is a big farmer and can play the piano. He is more powerful than his elder brother, the pianist.

How could this be possible? Even Murong Yi suspected that this "rustic hat" didn't even know the notes corresponding to the keys of the piano.

"Yes, your elder brother doesn't play the piano very well. I play better than him. That's normal!" Ye Rongrong said.

"You are very good at piano?"

Muronglin looks at Ye Rongrong and asks.

Muronglin does not believe that ye Rongrong is better than himself at piano level.

You know, Murong Lin began to learn to play the piano at the age of seven, and worked hard for more than ten years to achieve his present achievement.

If this is not as good as the farmer, Murong Lin thinks that he is better than feeding himself a bag of salt.

"It's OK. In Taoyuan Village, you can rank among the top 100."

Ye Rongrong said with some diffidence.

"Poof..."

Listening to her husband's words, Liu Qingqing couldn't help laughing.

Now the Taoyuan village is full of men, women, old and young.

The key is to play the piano. Liu Qingqing estimates that it's himself and ye Guangrong.

Where does my husband come from!

If my husband's piano level can only rank a hundred.

What kind of existence is this person in front of her husband!

"Wife, are you ok?"

Seeing that Liu Qingqing was a little out of breath, ye Rongrong asked nervously.

It's only three months. My wife is going to give birth. I'm not careless!

"I'm fine. I just choked." Liu Qingqing said.

The main reason is that her husband's words just now made Liu Qingqing want to laugh, but she couldn't.

"There are pregnant people. Pay attention." Ye Rongrong said with concern.

"Well!"

Liu Qingqing responded happily.

It's a great feeling to be loved.

"Don't you want to compare? Hurry up

I don't know why, although Murong Lin wishes Liu Qingqing a good home.

However, looking at Liu Qingqing's intimate relationship with Ye Guangrong, Murong Lin always felt uncomfortable.

"Wife, what did he play just now?" Ye Rongrong asks Liu Qingqing.

"The piano piece played by the senior just now is for Alice." Liu Qingqing said.

"Who is Alice?"

Ye Guangrong asked suspiciously. I don't even know Alice. How can I play for Alice.

"You don't care who Alice is, just say whether you can play it or not, if not, just give up!"

Murongyi looked at Ye Rongrong with disdain and said.

I don't even know who Alice is. It's bullshit to compare this song to Alice with my big brother.

Let's see how this "old hat" will end.

"Wait for me."

It's hard for ye Rongrong to solve this problem. Now that the information is so developed, ye Rongrong picks up his mobile phone and searches for the score of this song dedicated to Alice.

With Ye Rongrong's memory, you can remember the score with two eyes!

"Honey, you don't know the piano score for Alice."

Looking at her husband and looking at the piano score dedicated to Alice on her mobile phone, Liu Qingqing asked suspiciously.

"This kind of unknown music score, your husband is generally difficult to deal with."

Ye Rongrong said. Ye Guangrong said in his mind that there are many ancient and modern music scores at home and abroad, but not everything.

Unknown, or music like, "lazy system" are lazy to collect to Ye Guangrong.

Blow it, blow it hard, when you cry.

Murong Yi looks at Ye Guangrong with a sneer.

Anyone who has never played the piano song "for Alice" dares to compare it with his elder brother.It's arrogant.

"I said, can you hurry up? I'm not as slow as you

Murong Yi dissatisfied with the dawdling of Ye Rongrong.

Is this just a story? No!

"Ha ha, it seems that you have a lot of experience in having children. Having children in the future is absolutely like laying eggs."

Ye Rongrong said with a smile and sat on the stool in front of the piano.

"You..."

Before Murong Yi could speak, she was interrupted by the piano sound.

Listen to the voice of that buckle heart Xuan, Murong Yi is quiet.

Muronglin is quiet.

Mary and Liu Qingqing are also quiet, listening to Ye Rongrong's piano music.

Pan Chengchen and Aunt Liu, who are busy in the yard, also stop their work and listen to the wonderful music quietly.

The birds in the tree stopped chirping and listened quietly.

……

At this moment, the yard of Ye Rongrong's house is quiet. Both people and animals are afraid of their own noise, which will give this wonderful movement.

Ten minutes later, a song for Alice was played in Ye Guangrong's hands.

Ye Rongrong stood up and waited for everyone's applause, only to find that no one clapped except looking at himself.

This makes Ye Guangrong feel a little uncomfortable.

How can I have some applause!

"Why not clap!"

Ye Rongrong said, looking at the people who were staring at him.

"Husband, you are so wonderful!"

Liu Qingqing looked at her husband admiringly and said.

I haven't heard my man play piano for a long time. It's still so good and intoxicating.

"Ah My God, you are so wonderful! It's amazing. I love you so much

Mary said to Ye Rongrong in English.

This Mr. Ye is absolutely the best man, the most amazing man I have ever seen.

Mary found herself deeply in love with this strong and amazing Oriental man.

"I said, Mary, can you put it another way? You'll love me if you come or not. I know my charm is great. You can't help falling in love with me, but you should also express your admiration for me implicitly."

Said here, ye Rongrong looked at muronglin, who was still in a daze, and continued to say to Mary, "you will scare me like this, and your husband is here. Is it too hard for him?"

"Don't understand, love is love, why can't you say it?"

Mary asked, looking at Ye Rongrong with some incomprehension.

"Forget it, just love it!"

Ye Guangrong finds that he really can't communicate with this Mary!

It's like "casting pearls before swine"!

"Were you playing the piano just now?"

Murong Yi looked at Ye Rongrong and asked.

How can this "native hat" play emotion? It's so good that it's like killing my big brother!

This completely subverts the impression of this "old local hat" in my heart.

A "rustic old hat" like a big old man is better than those piano masters.

Is this still a "rustic hat"? Is he still a farmer?

In addition, his five big and three thick physique, sitting in front of the piano, makes him feel so uncoordinated.

But the music he played made people so harmonious and intoxicated.

"Nonsense, it's not me who plays the piano under your eyes, or ghosts."

Ye Rongrong looks white and murongyi says.

"I just feel like hell!"

Murong Yi told the truth.

"Little sister, don't talk nonsense, Mr. Ye. I admit defeat. Your piano skills are far beyond my level. You should not say that you are better than those masters in the piano industry now."

Murong Lin stares at his sister, and says to Ye Rongrong with a face full of admiration.

"Ha ha, it's not as exaggerated as you said. In Taoyuan Village, my piano skills are all over 100!"

Ye Rongrong said very humbly.

Ye Guangrong thinks that there are too few modest young people like himself in this era of exaggeration.

"Mr. Ye, you are too modest. I have heard the piano performances of some of the most powerful pianists in the world, and they are not as good as you. You are absolutely the top pianist in the world.

Murong Lin said respectfully.

These artists admire those who are good at their own level, especially Ye Rongrong. This level is directly higher than Murong Lin's.

Therefore, in terms of address, Murong Lin respectfully called Ye Guangrong "Mr. Ye".

As for ye Rongrong's saying that his level is more than 100 in Taoyuan Village, Murong Lin didn't hear it.In that case, if you believe it, you will be mentally retarded.

This piano competition, Murong Lin lost convinced.

"Well, you've found that. Now you can't keep a low profile."

Ye Rongrong said shamelessly.

"I don't know which Master Mr. Ye follows?" Murong Lin asked curiously.

"To play the piano is such a simple thing, do you still need to pay homage to teachers?" Ye Rongrong forced to say.

"Mr. Ye, you are very good."

Murong Lin did not dare to talk to Ye Guangrong. He had to jump off the building.

I study piano so hard and learn from so many famous pianists. Now I am a pianist.

Now in Ye Rongrong's mouth, it seems how simple it is to play the piano. Does it need people to live!

……

I don't know if he was hit or not. Murong Lin was in a bad mood all afternoon. He was a bit reticent.

As for Mary and murongyi, both women are fascinated by the novelty of Ye Guangrong's family. Like children, they chase giant wild boars, take pictures of giant white geese and have fun.

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