The bereavement boss, he is crooked behind my back

Chapter 74 Did you get knocked down?

"Hoo--" Following a whistle with a rich sound, Shi Yi swiped across the phone screen with one hand.

A song "Havana" was released in an instant, and the volume reached the upper limit.

The next moment, she grabbed the lower ends of the two mallets and raised them in the air, with sharp and crisp arcs.

When the hi-hat is stepped on, the ride cymbal is vibrated, and the cymbal surface and cymbal cap in between emit a crisp and bright tone.

"Havana, ooh na-na~"

As soon as the prelude ended, the mallet in Shi Yi's hand began to speed up, so fast that it was dazzling.

“He didn't walk up with that “how you doin'?”

The bass drum vibrates violently, and the open and closed hi-hats alternate perfectly.

When the music reaches the treble, the toms follow closely to match the melody.

At the same time, her thinned black hair swayed more and more dynamically. Sweat rolled from the corner of her forehead to her chin, and then rubbed against her neck. Even though it was smooth and not protruding, it still looked a bit damn sexy.

"Havana, ooh na-na~"

As the singing weakened and the accompaniment strengthened, Shi Yi's drumming speed became faster and stronger, and his state became more and more ecstasy. His eyes were out of focus as if there was nothing, but each beat fell on it with incomparable precision. where it should fall.

The sun had already slanted to the west, and there was no light in the piano shop, but she didn't know where the light was covering her inside.

It made her radiant in the eyes of outsiders, like the God of Freedom on the base of the golden disc in the square.

The music is like a trumpet, she holds a drumstick and prepares for a sprint!To pierce the enemy's black shirt!To twist its flesh and blood to forge its own city!

The two store managers were dumbfounded, enjoying the feast of the drum set involuntarily.

No matter what type of music it is, once it captures the ears, it can capture the hearts of the people.

"Havana, ooh na-na~"

When the ending sound was over, Shi Yi slammed on the drum again, and then threw the mallet in his hand.

They flew like sky cannons, and then fell straight down.

She didn't look up, but tilted her head slightly, and acted according to her feeling.

In the end, he caught it perfectly, and after counting the flexible turns of his fingertips, he pressed the two mallets back to the drum with a snap.

"Om—" the aftertaste lingered.

"Oh~~~~" A sound of crazy praise also hit it.

At this time, the door of the piano store was already surrounded by many people who came out of the nearby shop.

After they witnessed the whole process of Shi Yi's solo drum performance, the expressions on their faces were first shocked and intoxicated, and then clearly unfinished.

In the end, she was shot in the heart by her cool hammer!
So they all covered their mouths, for fear of leaking embarrassing saliva.

Ruan Yuan's face tensed slightly, and the tranquility in his eyes was stripped by seven points.

It was another sudden skill of hers, and her proficiency was astonishingly high.

So, how much did this man learn behind his back?

Or, is this really Shi Yi?
"Did you knock it down?" Shi Yi got off the chair and raised his head towards the male shopkeeper.

"What, what?" The man obviously hadn't calmed down yet.

"Damn you," she raised one lip, "since this is in a piano store, it's natural to talk about some art. Let me ask you, did my drum performance just knocked you down?"

Chinese culture is profound.

Shi Yi cleverly extended the word knocked down to admiration.

The man was stuck for a long time, but he still chose to admit: "It fell down."

Even though he and his wife have learned various musical instruments, they haven't been able to reach such an extreme level of rendering.

Teaching music is completely different from being able to play music.

Obviously, this guy belongs to the latter.

"Then will you accept my younger brother to learn guitar?"

The man put his coat on again silently: "I think you can teach."

"I don't have time," Shi Yi wiped off the remaining thin sweat on his face with his forearm, then pulled the sweat-soaked wide collar outward to dissipate heat, his thin lips parted slightly to let out some steam, all of them looked bold and unrestrained, "Drum kits don't require a lot of music theory knowledge, but rely more on the practitioner's own sense of music and practice, and most importantly, I don't know how to play the guitar."

Her drum set was learned in the university club.

30% talent plus 70 & explosive speed.

It didn't take long for her to be promoted to the drummer in the school's top ten bands.

Then he was ostentatious all the way, and would occupy the headlines of the colonel's Weibo whenever he arrived at the art festival.

A bit ruffian, that's what I learned at that time.

The man had no choice but to resign himself to it. After all, what he said was water that was thrown out, and it was hard to get it back.

After finally finishing the registration for the specialty class, Shi Yi pushed Ruan Yuan by the back of the neck and went out.

Although there was still a small group of people outside, they obviously didn't intend to stop them.

After all, after so many years of honing in the society, the enthusiasm of childhood has long been worn away by the years, and it is no longer possible to impulsively chase the surprise of that moment.

If they were a few years younger, maybe they would go up and clamor for this handsome guy's WeChat.

After walking a little further, we returned to the pedestrian street.

Shi Yi intentionally looked at the other specialty classes around him, and suddenly stopped across the street from a dance club.

In the glass window not far away, a girl is talking to someone.

Her hair was tied up high, she was wearing a pink and white ballet dress, her figure was upright, her insteps were stretched outwards and very tight.

The haughty and lonely temperament is obviously several times stronger than in school.

Sure enough, once a person reaches his professional field, he will shine.

After chatting with someone, the girl disappeared behind the glass window, presumably preparing to finish class.

"Why didn't brother leave?" Ruan Yuan's dark eyes burned with a dark light.

At his current height, he couldn't see the scenery inside the glass window high up on the wall.

However, he knew exactly what was inside.

In his previous life, how many times had he sneaked around in front of this dance club, catching the setting sun and hiding in the clouds, and secretly protecting Ye Zhi who was home after class.

At that time, even if he was weak and lonely, he could fight the whole world for the white moonlight that he thought was the brightest in the world.

Her relationship with him is not some vulgar love, but almost a kind of faith.

It is a ray of light that shoots into the abyss, a beautiful faith, and a cluster of hope for the world.

But now that I think about it, it's pretty ridiculous.

"I was tired from beating the drums just now, so I stood here and rested for a while." Shi Yi supported him with one arm and hunched his back a little, as if he was really tired.

Ruan Yuan's eyelids drooped slightly: "If brother is really tired, why not take a few steps to the milk tea shop in front of you."

She unconsciously licked her lower lip: "No, no, I can just stand here and rest."

"In this case," his half-covered pupils were full of light, but they were black, "then I will be my brother's support."

One, a support that could overturn her at any time.

Shi Yi was a little touched, he just felt that the past year had not been in vain: This little brat in mourning can finally say some heart-warming words.

(End of this chapter)