Liu Haoran thought he heard it wrong and emphasized again: "I'm talking about it cheaper."

"Yes, it costs 2,500 yuan."

Liu Haoran's face turned red and his neck was thick, "You are playing tricks on me. When he asked you just now, he only had 1,500 yuan, but why did it turn out to be 2,500 yuan when he got to me?"

The store owner had no expression on his face: "This is my piano, I can sell as much as I want. If you think it is expensive, you can put the piano back. If you have to ask a reason, because you can't play the piano at all, this piano is not suitable for you."

"You said I can't play, then he's better than me?"

The shop owner looked at Liu Haoran like an idiot: "What do you think?"

Liu Haoran is about to be angry to death.

He saw the store owner full of disdain and contempt. When he thought about the polite look when he was talking to Zhao Peng just now, the more depressed he felt.

He turned his head to Zhao Peng, "Zhao Peng, do you dare to compete with me? If you are a man, we will have a battle between men!"

Zhao Peng was also very upset by this fool.

He looked into Liu Haoran's eyes and smiled, "You really want to compare?"

"certainly!"

"What if you lose?"

"Just, how could I lose?!"

"What if?"

Liu Haoran looked at the guitar in his hand and sneered, "If I lose, I will buy this guitar and give it to you!"

Zhao Peng shook his head.

"Don't play so big. This way, if you want to lose, every time you see me, you will call me boss and bow to me. Similarly, if I lose, I can also call you boss and follow your lead."

Liu Haoran hesitated a little.

Calling the boss and bowing is probably a bit of a shame.

"Or, let's not compete. I just heard your piano playing level outside the door. To be honest, it's a bit far from me. I don't want to win such a game without losing."

"Just! Are you scared? You dare not?"

"Then compare, what else can I say!"

"What are you going to play?"

"You'll choose, after all, it's the one who will call me the boss in the future. I'll give in to you."

Liu Haoran sneered: "Who calls the boss, it's not necessarily true! Let's just play Huang Jiaju's glorious years. Do you dare?"

"Then it's the glorious years. How to determine the winner or lose?"

"If you two don't mind, I can be the referee for you." The shop owner suddenly interrupted.

Although Liu Haoran had some objections to the store owner, he thought that he opened a store and his level should not be too bad, so he nodded and accepted it.

"You come first." Zhao Peng signaled Liu Haoran.

"Come on!"

Liu Haoran grabbed the guitar in his hand and plucked the strings.

The so-called layman listens to the excitement, while the expert listens to the tricks.

Zhao Peng is not very familiar with Huang Jiaju’s songs, but this glorious years are so familiar that it cannot be more familiar.

When I was in college, I almost ran the song in my dormitory every day, and almost every ear was called out. Almost every melody and every syllable were integrated into his bones.

So, after listening casually, he found that Liu Haoran was playing in many places, and was a little rushed, so he didn't play on the beat at all.

In later generations, almost anyone who can be pulled out of his room can crush him if he can pull him out.

The reason why he was so confident was that in the junior high school of Huangqiao Town in 1998, there were very few people who could play guitar, which made him stand out.

However, even so, his two atmosphere groups were still shaking their heads and were very devoted.

Perhaps in their consciousness, Liu Haoran's level is already very powerful.

After finally finishing playing, Liu Haoran swept the strings again in a casual manner and looked at Zhao Peng with great interest.

Zhao Peng endured it and endured it before he could finish listening.

If he hadn't made a bet, he wouldn't listen to this noise that polluted his ears in a minute.

In fact, Liu Haoran should not choose Huang Jiaju’s songs at all, because Huang Jiaju’s songs have changed a lot and have a strong sense of rhythm. Objectively speaking, certain playing requirements are required.

The reason why Liu Haoran dared to play was not only because he was blindly superstitious about his own level, but more importantly, he could not distinguish the difficulty of the song at all. The so-called ignorant people are fearless.

Zhao Peng sat down on the stool beside the door.

Take a deep breath.

Gently pluck the strings first and try the feel.

Close your eyes.

I recalled the various lives in the dormitory in my college years, and it was the best time in my previous life.

The brothers in the dormitory are like father and son.

I don’t know how they are doing in their hearts, so I will never see them.

The music suddenly rang.

The intense and vital music was like a silver bottle shattering, and suddenly emerged from the guitar. His hands quickly flew around on the guitar, and the notes jumped out one by one, practicing lines and films.

Except for the boss, everyone in the piano store was dumbfounded.

Especially Liu Haoran, his face was ashamed.

There is almost no need to compete again. Just based on this opening music, he knew that he was no match for Zhao Peng at all, and he was still far behind and had a different level.

Zhao Peng plucked the strings and couldn't help but start singing.

In Cantonese, which he is not familiar with.

The afternoon sun shone through the glass door of the piano shop and shone on his legs.

White shirt, blue denim, clean hair, clean teenager.

He smiled at the corner of his mouth, singing a glorious years gently and powerfully.

Hu Li sat next to him and stared at him in a daze, and was insane.

I don’t know how long it took, but the piano sound ended.

Zhao Peng slowly opened his eyes, gently stroked the strings with his hands, and said with a smile: "It's really a good piano, and the adjustment is almost perfect. Thank you, the boss."

The boss smiled.

He is also very proud.

He was also very honored to be able to play such a good song with someone using his tuned piano.

Zhao Peng took out 251 yuan to the boss. The boss put the piano into the piano box and gave him a tuner. Then he walked out of the backstage and personally sent Zhao Peng and Hu Li to the piano store.

"If there is any problem with the piano, you can come to me at any time. When you are more proficient in playing, come to me to change to a more professional piano. I will adjust it for you in advance and will also give you the cost."

"Thank you~"

Zhao Peng carried the piano on his back, pulling Hu Li, who was still crazy, and left the piano store.

Zhao Peng ignored Liu Haoran, who had already collapsed.

Ignoring him at this time will be the biggest blow to him.

On the way back, Hu Li remained silent.

Zhao Peng noticed it and asked her: "Are you surprised by my piano? I didn't expect you to have a romantic and talented friend like me, right?"

Hu Li looked at Zhao Peng without refuting, and said quietly: "Zhao Peng, what else do you have that I don't know? Can you tell me at one time?"

Zhao Peng was stunned. He noticed that Hu Li's voice was not happy, but instead felt a kind of melancholy.

"What's wrong with you? The resentful temperament doesn't match you."

"Zhao Peng, I'm a little scared."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that you will go too far and I can't keep up with you. I'm also afraid that you will go too fast. Even though I try my best to chase you, I will still stop you from getting away."

Zhao Peng was stunned for a moment, thinking about why Hu Li suddenly felt a little depressed.

It was because Hu Li found that she was too far from her.

When studying and making money, you show abilities that exceed your peers.

Today, even he can play guitar, which makes Hu Li feel a sense of crisis. In other words, she should be a little inferior.

"It's okay. If I walk too fast, you will break my legs. I will crawl and run, and you should be able to catch up with me."

Zhao Peng knew that it would be difficult to answer this question if he responded positively.
To be continued...