: Small scale chopper
Looking at the smiling musical instrument shop owner, Xia Feng's mind suddenly appeared in the head of the Celestial Master branch, with a cunning and cunning face.
In other words, in his opinion, most people who sell things, as long as they really want to do business, are the same.
"Brother, do you know why I can't play so many musical instruments, do you have to come to your house?"
"why?"
"Because you are real, many people think I'm handsome, but they are hypocritical. They hide it in their hearts and don't say it. Only you say it. You say how real you are."
The owner of the musical instrument store was immediately stunned by Xia Feng's words, but he soon laughed a few times without feeling embarrassed:
"Haha, my brother is really humorous, came here today to see the musical instruments?"
"Well, I want to buy a ukulele."
Hearing that Xia Feng wanted to buy a ukulele, the owner of the musical instrument shop rolled his eyes and said:
"Look buddy, I'll tell you, don't believe those people on the Internet who say you can learn how to do a guitar by yourself.
If they could learn it by themselves, then these teachers who specialize in teaching would probably have long since changed their careers to work as intermediaries to sell houses. "
"Choose a few for me to see."
Xia Feng did not answer the boss's words, but directly looked at the musical instrument.
Now no matter which store you go to, whether you want to buy a musical instrument or want to get a haircut, I'm sure it won't just let you cut your hair.
What if my brother got a card?
Or is my brother coming for a set meal?
There is a bundle for the next software on the Internet, a bundle for a trip, and now even shopping and eating are bundled.
Why are people now so thick-skinned and dark-hearted? There's nothing you can do. If you are thin-skinned, you're embarrassed to refuse. If someone asks you to apply for a card, you do it. If someone asks you to come with a package, you agree. , and then you will gradually clean up in your own pocket.
So I can only refuse, because when I look around, there are routines everywhere. You see an old lady on the front foot pitiful, give her 10 yuan, and the old lady on the back foot will tell others that you want money here, and then Help people catch up.
Many people have scolded that, nowadays society is ruthless, people are cold-blooded and so on, in fact, everyone is more or less responsible.
However, someone like Xia Feng who has suffered losses and was fooled in the past will naturally not fall into this kind of routine. After all, there are more routines in reality, will there still be more routines in novels?
"Many people watch some so-called analysis of the so-called great gods on the Internet, and then come to pick out musical instruments, but when they are finished, they watch videos at home and learn by themselves for a few days and find that they can't work, and they stop playing the musical instruments.
So my brother, my brother is not trying to earn your little study money, or I just don't want to see you wasting your time. "
The boss brought two ukuleles at this time, and then handed one to Xia Feng's hand:
"This one has a darker tone, and the other one is brighter."
The last time Xia Feng came here to pick a guitar, because the boss was bragging with a group of people and telling his stories, so he picked it all by himself. After he finished picking, the boss finished playing.
It is precisely because of this that he was mistaken for some teenagers who couldn't play, but always wanted to buy a guitar and go home to teach himself to be handsome.
"I'll try."
In order to make the boss shut up, Xia Feng made a simple adjustment and then jumped up.
The rich folk notes came out sweetly through the rubbing of the strings, and the boss opened his eyes a little unexpectedly:
"Brother, you know how to play, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Key brother, you didn't give me a chance to say it at all."
Xia Feng stopped and smiled helplessly.
The boss was also a little embarrassed after hearing this, and then moved a chair and let Xia Feng sit down:
"Did you teach yourself? Or did you learn it before."
"I have also learned by myself and with others. It is not a system, but it is still possible to play."
Xia Feng said truthfully.
"What song did you play just now? It should be a folk song, but I've heard most of the folk songs, but I'm very unfamiliar with you."
"This is my original creation. It's called Stranger."
"Original? It's so good. Anyway, there's no one in the store now. You can sing it and let me hear it. I'll see if the song you wrote is good. I'll check it out for you. I'm also an old original."
"There's no need to sing."
"What are you embarrassed about? There are a lot of people here who can play music. If you have nothing to do, you can play and communicate with each other. Let me sing it. It's good to hear the melody in front of you."
Seeing that the boss insisted so much, Xia Feng no longer refused, even if it was regarded as a practice.
As the strings of notes sounded, a faint sadness suddenly filled the musical instrument store. The store owner listened very seriously, and his brows subconsciously wrinkled, as if Xia Feng's singing had brought him into his memory of the past.
"Once Country Voice
quietly hide
unspoken promise
always rest assured
many times
tears will flow
That window is what makes me strong
small door
and her tenderness
Give me warmth and accompany me
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This song is a song that Xia Feng likes very much, because the lyrics are very well written. Incisively and vividly.
Speaking of which, this is not his hometown, so when he sang this song, there was a rare wave in his heart.
Just when he finished singing and put down the ukulele in his hand, the uncle seemed to be still immersed in the singing, and even his eyes were filled with tears.
"Enough brother, you are not an actor, so you don't have to cooperate with the performance so much."
Xia Feng called the boss, waited for the boss to react, and then clapped his hands to Xia Feng:
"Brother, this song is really well written. I can't see that you are young enough to be able to write this kind of song. It's amazing!"
The boss is full of praise for this song, and he will no longer continue to sell him to sign up for study.
For the next ten minutes, the boss dragged Xia Feng and chatted with him, such as asking him if he had any idea of making music, releasing an album, or going out to a singing competition, etc.
During the process also revealed the idea of buying this piece of Stranger, but since he didn't say it clearly, Xia Feng pretended not to hear it and turned the topic around.
In the end, it was Xia Feng who reluctantly left because he had something to do. Otherwise, according to the owner of the instrument, he would have to stay today and play the skewers anyway, to introduce him to his friends and exchange music together in the future.
After I bought the ukulele and came home, Xia Feng tried to play a few songs with it, and it felt pretty good.
However, he regretted that he had chosen to sing Stranger in the school. After all, it was difficult for the student group to understand the true meaning of this song.
Might as well sing some cheerful songs.
But what to sing?
Xia Feng thought about it and suddenly clapped his hands, and couldn't help but blurt out:
"Little Apple!"
Thinking of Little Apple's simple and easy dance and the cheerful rhythm, Xia Feng suddenly came to an idea, thinking that it would be hard to think about this evening of No. 1 Middle School.