Therefore, Zhao Peng was almost a layman on the road to music development. He could only practice repeatedly according to the scores written by others, and he could never write a song.

Even when he heard the song, he could not completely break it down. Just like a person who could not speak Cantonese, he could only imitate it, but could not achieve easy transformation and understanding.

"Haoran, that's great. I didn't expect you to play the guitar."

"You know, Haoran has been playing since he was a child. Haoran's mother is a music teacher, and his father can also play the piano."

"So awesome!"

"As long as Haoran's guitar is here, this graduation party will definitely win the first prize for our Class 10."

Zhao Peng couldn't help but smile when he heard Liu Haoran's two classmates bragging.

Just then, the owner of the piano shop looked up and saw them and smiled gently.

Didn't get up to welcome guests.

Zhao Peng was not surprised that piano stores are different from ordinary shops. People who play music have personalities. Whether they buy or sell pianos, they all rely on a style that they can understand each other and do not cause trouble to each other.

It is rare to play music of this level in the store like Liu Haoran.

Generally speaking, as long as the piano store is opened, the boss is at least a person with great piano skills, and it is definitely impossible for him to be a layman. The reason why the boss didn't say anything should be disdainful of saying it.

What do college students and primary school students need to say?

With an unnecessary rapid plucking, Liu Haoran finished playing, and the two students clapped together to make the task of swaying the atmosphere.

Liu Haoran was very satisfied and came down to carry the piano in his hand, preparing to negotiate the price with the boss. When he turned around, he saw Zhao Peng entering the door and his face changed immediately.

He and Zhao Peng had no grudges, but they said Zhang Xiaoqiu a few words in the car last time. Zhao Peng couldn't stand it, so he said a few words to him.

He can talk about people and people talk about them, but he has not suffered any loss.

But what embarrassed him was that in the following competition, he didn't get any ranking.

Even Li Wei didn't get it.

On the contrary, Zhang Xiaoqiu won a second prize in Chinese.

This made Liu Haoran, who was a top student, feel very uncomfortable, and feels that the face of Class 10 was humiliated.

What’s even more annoying is that Zhao Peng, whom he hates the most, actually won the first prize and came back.

This first prize is the first first prize in Yucai Middle School’s competition since its graduation year.

There was no one in the limelight for a moment.

He was so angry that he couldn't think of food for several days.

After finally adjusting, he slowly drove Zhao Peng out of his heart.

Unexpectedly, the enemy's road was narrow, and it was a shame to meet Zhao Peng in a place like a piano store.

When he saw Hu Li next to Zhao Peng, his eyes were even more jealous.

Such a person actually has such a beautiful girlfriend. Is God blind?!

I can't help it.

He sneered and said, "Isn't this Zhao Peng? Why, you want to buy a guitar too?"

Zhao Peng didn't want to pay attention to this fool, just nodded.

His lukewarm heat made Liu Haoran feel bad. After almost no thought, he directly said: "Is the guitar played by people like you? Can you afford to buy a guitar?"

As soon as these words came out, the piano walkers were stunned.

The owner of the piano store looked up at Liu Haoran, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, as if he was saying, "If you weren't looking at you who wanted to buy a guitar and could barely endure you, or with your terrible piano-playing skills, you really thought I would have let you stay in the store for so long."

Liu Haoran and his two classmates naturally knew Zhao Peng, although Zhao Peng did not know them.

After Zhao Peng won the award last time, his photos were published in the school’s publicity column. Not to mention them, almost everyone in the school knew him.

They were also surprised to hear Liu Haoran say this to Zhao Peng.

I thought to myself what happened to Haoran, and Zhao Peng doesn't look like a difficult person.

My girlfriend is beautiful.

I was suddenly confused.

When Hu Li heard Liu Haoran say this, Zhao Peng got angry, walked a few steps forward, pointed at Liu Haoran and said, "Tell me clearly, why aren't we playing guitar? If you can play, we can't play? Are we not the same kind of people?"

Liu Haoran is just targeting Zhao Peng. He doesn't want to deal with girls like Hu Li. "I won't tell you, what's the point of hiding behind a girl if you have the ability to talk on the guitar?"

After saying this, Hu Li became even more annoyed.

Don’t look at her being well-behaved in front of Zhao Peng, it’s because she is just a love-minded person. When she likes someone, she wishes she can’t be 100% good to him.

But after all, she grew up on the street and saw a lot of things. How could she be scared by Liu Haoran’s student?

Now we have to go forward and talk to Liu Haoran carefully.

Zhao Peng grabbed her and shook his head at her.

Then he ignored Liu Haoran and began to look at the guitar in the piano store.

In his eyes, Liu Haoran is just a brainless child. Although he is not good at studying, he actually doesn’t understand the worldly style. Such people are destined to suffer a great loss in the future.

He is not his parents, so there is no need to tell him this truth.

Unexpectedly, the more he ignored Liu Haoran, the more he thought he was despised and the more angry he became.

He walked to Zhao Peng with the guitar in his hand and shouted, "Zhao Peng, do you dare to compete with me in piano skills?"

Zhao Peng smiled and shook his head: "I'm not very good at it, you play very well."

Liu Haoran said: "I know you are mocking me. If you have the ability, you can compete with me!"

"I'm really not as good as you."

Liu Haoran was about to be angry to death, "I won't know how much guitar you buy."

Zhao Peng didn't say anything. If he could, he would try not to answer.

He walked to the front of a piano, tapped the piano panel gently, then listened quietly to the echo, nodded with satisfaction, turned around and asked the boss: "How to sell this piano?"

The boss was slightly surprised when he heard Zhao Peng’s question.

He is a musician who specializes in music and knows that most people use guitars to dress up as literary style. In fact, they don’t know how to practice when they buy them home, because they are afraid that the plaids are too lazy to move before they are well crawled.

If a person likes or does not like guitar, or is professional or not, you can tell if you just listen to what he says about guitar.

Beginners like to call guitar.

And experts often talk about the piano.

Although not absolute, it is very representative.

As soon as Zhao Peng asked, he knew that Zhao Peng was a person who really liked guitar.

Moreover, Zhao Peng has a good vision. The guitar he asked about happened to be the most expensive guitar in their store.

In this small town, even though he is a boss, he is still very happy. This is the natural favor of musicians for their kind.

“This piano is 1500.”

The voice of the piano shop owner was very soft, and Zhao Peng couldn't help but look at him, thinking that if he sang a song, it would definitely sound very nice, a bit like the tone of the singer named Zhou Shen in his previous life.

The piano is still a bit expensive.

1,500 yuan is definitely nothing to him in the future, but now is the time for him to be the most nervous.

The money for selling eggs for more than a month was used to contract land, pay the excavator and tractor, sell seeds and fertilizers, and pay back the money to Zhao Guangquan, leaving only two or three thousand.

These two or three thousand are used to spend the capital of egg business and to deal with sudden things.

Besides, a piano worth 1,500 yuan was a bit outrageously expensive in 1998.

It's a bit like a piano that is 20,000 to 30,000 yuan in previous lives.

No matter how you say it, it is not something that an amateur player can afford.

"Oh, it's a bit expensive. The boss recommends a similar piano to me. The price is controlled by two or three hundred." Zhao Peng replied naturally.

After hearing this, the boss smiled and walked out of the counter.

"I thought you could afford it, but I didn't have money to pretend." Liu Haoran sneered and looked at the guitar in his hand. Suddenly, he felt it was not useful, so he put it on the side, took off the 1,500 yuan guitar, and started to pluck it up like a human.

In fact, with his difficult skills, even if he gives a 1500 piano, he can't play any good sound even if he gives a 15,000 piano.

And relatively speaking, the better the piano, the higher the technology required.

If the technology is not up to standard, it is better to use a training piano.

"Childish!" Hu Li was too lazy to pay attention to Liu Haoran, and followed Zhao Peng, thinking to herself that teenagers of the same age were all students who studied well, so why are the two so different?

Let’s see how mature we Zhao Peng are and how steady we are.

The shop owner took Zhao Peng to the corner and took a piano to Zhao Peng, "You can try this piano. This is the piano I used to use when I was a novice. Although it is not a brand, it is really very useful. The one I used has been using for more than ten years and is still using it."

"Thank you, I'll give it a try."

Zhao Peng took the piano over, swept off the strings, then climbed several sets of grids, and tried several commonly used chords.
To be continued...