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    "What is this delivery guy doing? Don't tell me he's repairing the piano?"

    "In my impression, repairing a piano seems to involve opening the lid?"

    "Why do I feel that this delivery boy is going to play the piano?"

    "Interesting, I was the first to see how to repair a piano."

    Originally, everyone knew that Lin Cheng was going to repair the piano, but when they saw the posture in which he was about to play the piano, everyone was dumbfounded.

    Just when everyone was confused by Lin Cheng's actions, a burst of beautiful music flowed slowly like a gurgling stream.

    The moment Lin Cheng played a few notes, everyone immediately recognized what the song was.

    "This is the piano piece "The Mark of the Rain"!"

    "I know this is "The Mark of the Rain", but the question is, didn't the delivery guy go to repair the piano? Why did he still play it? Is playing the piano also a way of repairing the piano?"

    "But speaking of it, this piano piece is really nice."

    The manager of the piano store looked at Lin Cheng with surprised eyes, his eyes fluctuated, and no one could guess what he was thinking at the moment.

    At the beginning, everyone was still wondering why Lin Cheng played the piano instead of repairing it.

    However, with the passage of time, the voice of doubt gradually weakened and finally disappeared.

    The entire hall of the piano shop was completely filled with the sound of the piano played by Lin Cheng, and each note was like a beating elf, slipping past everyone's ears.

    Zhou Mi stared at Lin Cheng blankly, his eyes full of fascination.

    She is a music fan herself, especially piano music.

    Zhou Mi also went to enjoy the special concerts of some well-known pianists at home and abroad.

    The music of those well-known pianists can also fascinate Zhou Mi, but compared with Lin Cheng's performance, it seems to lack something, something that moved her.

    Of course it doesn't mean that Lin Cheng's playing level is higher than those pianists, but that there is something in the music played by Lin Cheng that other pianists don't have.

    Just what is this thing?

    Appreciating the beating notes coming from his ears, Zhou Mi felt that these notes seemed to come alive, as if they had life.

    Suddenly, Zhou Mi's eyes lit up, and she thought of it, he thought of what was so much in the music played by Lin Cheng.

    That should be a kind of spirituality, something mysterious and mysterious that cannot be seen or touched.  A kind of thing that only exists in nature and cannot be formed the day after tomorrow. Perhaps this is the talent of music!

    But it is this spirituality that can give life to music.

    This kind of spiritual music can resonate with her even more.

    Unknowingly, she actually entered the world woven by Lin Cheng's music, experienced the soul brought by Lin Cheng's music, and was moved.

    At this moment, Zhou Mi seemed to be standing in front of the window, quietly admiring the belated spring rain.  The rain kept falling, intermittent rain, gently knocking on the window, deeply and densely melting into the leaves, falling to the ground and splashing small whirlpools.  The drizzle is like silk, gentle and gentle, pouring unhurriedly, it seems that there is no intention to stop.

    Listening to the sound of the rain, quietly thinking about the past encounters, gradually, a touch of sadness came to my mind.

    Although sad, but after the sadness, my heart is filled with emotion.

    Zhou Mi was intoxicated by this wonderful feeling.

    In this beautiful piano sound, almost everyone is addicted to it, or moved, or sad, or joyful, or emotional. In the world of music, their emotions have been released to the maximum, just like  It was a dream, beautiful and hazy.

    At this moment, everyone seemed to have forgotten that Lin Cheng was going to repair the piano, and they were completely immersed in the world of music.

    Lin Cheng was sitting in front of the piano, his slender and fair fingers were dancing nimbly on the 88 keys, and the beautiful music sounded accordingly.

    During the time he was playing, there was nothing but the sound of the piano playing in the huge hall of the piano store. No one on the scene spoke, and they were all completely immersed in the world of music.

    I don't know how long it took, and the song "Mark of the Rain" finally finished playing.

    After a long time, everyone gradually woke up from their obsession. They didn't even notice that there was still a look of unsatisfactory thoughts on their faces.

    Clap clap!

    The first thing everyone did when they woke up was not to ask Lin Cheng why he didn't repairInstead of playing the piano instead of playing the piano, he couldn't help but applaud. Perhaps only in this way can he express his thoughts in their hearts at the moment.

    They thanked Lin Cheng for allowing them to have a wonderful dream again.

    "Isn't the delivery guy's piano performance really nice? I suddenly had some doubts. Did he really play "The Mark of the Rain"? I've heard this piano piece many times on the Internet before. Although it's nice,  But it doesn¡¯t have the feeling of being there just now, which is really beautiful.¡±

    "Oh my god, is this really a delivery boy? Is his piano level probably comparable to that of a professional? It sounds so good."

    "I have listened to many concerts by well-known pianists, but I found that their performances are not as good as the takeaway brother. Is the delivery boy's piano level comparable to those of those well-known pianists?"

    "It seems that the Internet is not all rumors, at least the hidden dragon and crouching tiger in the Meituan organization are true."

    "I'm studying vocal music. Although I don't know how to play the piano, I know how to appreciate it. I feel that this delivery boy's piano skills are no worse than those of the professors in our college. Sure enough, all the masters are among the folks!"

    "Did everyone shoot a video just now? If you have one, send me a copy, and I will post it on the Internet."

    "Hey, I uploaded the video just now, but unfortunately the delivery boy turned his back to me, so his face was not captured."

    At this moment, Lin Cheng stood up from the stool, and then walked towards the manager of the piano store.

    The manager looked at Lin Cheng with appreciation. Unlike Zhou Mi and the others who just enjoyed music, he graduated from a major.

    It is precisely because of this that he knows better than anyone else how high Lin Cheng's performance has reached.

    Seeing Lin Cheng approaching, he said with some regret: "Little brother, I admit that your piano performance level is very high, but high performance level does not mean high piano repair skills"

    Before the manager of the piano shop could finish speaking, Lin Cheng interrupted him directly, saying: "The piano just now is in good condition, but there are six keys that have some problems with the tone and need to be tuned. These six keys are  Bass a, middle c, middle g, middle b, and treble d, treble f. In addition, the maintenance of the piano is too dry, and the parts are in danger of deformation, so we need to pay attention. "

    After hearing this, the manager of the piano store couldn't help opening his mouth wide, with a shocked expression on his face.

    He said in an unconfident tone: "You really found out the problem? But you didn't even turn on the piano, how did you do it?"

    Lin Cheng smiled lightly, and said: "Who told you that you can't do it if you can't play the piano?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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