I think back to the time when Han Sanqian was a master of piano, popular on the Internet, and was called a male god by countless people.
And it was that piece of piano music that brought Su Yingxia and Han Sanqian closer to each other and witnessed their eternal love for each other.
"Are you a little bit too weak to win? It's just about style, but this is about piano. What kind of competition is this? I don't agree." Pangolin said dissatisfied.
He had the confidence to compete because he had seen Han Sanqiancai know the right pair, so he dared to propose a competition.
But obviously, things have developed beyond his imagination. Now, the advantageous project is no longer there, and the piano is also on the table.
The pangolin was looking left and right, but it didn¡¯t think Han Sanqian looked like someone who could play the piano.
If you play the piano to a cow, he might be able to do it.
Seeing Han Sanqian deep in thought, the young master smiled proudly: "What, are you scared?"
How could he be afraid when Han Sanqian was brought back to his thoughts? It was just that he suddenly missed Su Yingxia.
Within the bead curtain, the woman in green originally wanted to stop it. After all, it had been agreed before that they would come up with the question.
Now, the other party changes the competition items privately, which is a violation of regulations. But just when she was about to speak out, the woman in white nodded, so she could only change her words: "Master, is it possible?"
"It's not impossible, but the piano I want is not here." Han Sanqian sighed helplessly.
"What a joke, on this flower boat, the three top bands have all kinds of pianos, no matter the size or style. They have everything they need. How come they don't have the piano you want?" The young man said angrily and coldly. hummed.
"Maybe some people don't know how to do it at all, but they just found an excuse to show off." The bystanders also jeered.
"I think, don't make any excuses, just admit defeat and jump out of here."
As soon as the words fell, several people laughed.
The pangolin walked up to Han Sanqian and asked softly: "How about giving up this round? Anyway, we were in the lead just now. Let's fight him for the last round."
Han Sanqian said nothing, raised his head slightly and looked at the bead curtain: "There is indeed no piano I want here."
"Young master, you can tell me the style of the piano. We can arrange for craftsmen to build it at any time." A voice sounded from within the bead curtain.
"That's right. There is a large craftsman's room under this flower boat, and anything can be done." Someone sneered.
"Okay." Han Sanqian nodded.
In fact, he didn¡¯t really want to compete, but because he suddenly thought of Qin, he suddenly missed Su Yingxia even more, and naturally he wanted to play a song for her here to commemorate his thoughts.
Han Sanqian naturally knew the piano like the back of his hand, and was also very familiar with its principles and structure. He immediately drew a few strokes, took out the drawings, and handed them to the waitress.
Next, a group of people returned to their seats and took a short rest.
During the break, a group of people on the opposite side glanced at Han Sanqian with funny eyes from time to time. Pangolin felt very guilty, but Han Sanqian on the side, his thoughts had already flown back to the earth and Su Yingxia.
There is bitterness and joy, but in the end they all turn into honey and are sweet in my heart.
"Crunch!"
About half an hour later, the sound of wood scraping against the floor suddenly sounded in the hall. Everyone looked up and saw a black and white piano being slowly pushed in.
A group of people raised their heads and looked sideways. Even the women in white and green who were implicated could not help but look up at this time.
"What the hell is this?"
"Is this also called Qin?"
A group of people talked in low voices. Although everyone was proficient in music, they were still very confused about this strange piano.
Han Sanqian stood up slightly and walked to the side of the piano in a few steps. The speed was very fast but the workmanship was indeed fine. Although compared with professional piano makers, the accuracy of the sound was not particularly good, and some details were relatively well handled. It's strange, but overall, Han Sanqian is very satisfied to have such a piano in Bafang World.
Sitting down slightly and touching the familiar piano, Han Sanqian showed a faint happy smile.
Almost at the same time, the young master also sat down next to the piano that had been prepared in advance. He glanced at Han Sanqian with disdain, and a competition on the piano officially began
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