The God of Trade in Two Worlds

Because most ladies like to go shopping from the first shop on the street to the last one when they go shopping, so the shopping street here is rarely infested with vehicles, and it is a real paradise for pedestrians.

This is also the biggest reason why Li Cheng chose to play here.

It was not yet noon, and the air was filled with the smell of some brand of perfume. Li Cheng played a "New Song of Herdsmen", and then changed to another song "Journey to Gusu", which had a stronger ancient charm.

Mark's attention on the accordion was completely diverted. He listened to the tune and was powerless to complain.

Yes, the sense of picture is the artistic conception in the old saying.

It is said that when a piece of music is played alive, the audience can follow the music closely, but Mark knows that this phenomenon can only happen in concerts.

First of all, the audience is ladies and gentlemen who love pure music. Secondly, the music hall has advanced equipment and great sound, which can fill everyone's ears with music. It is completely different from street performers.

Putting away his stickers and accordion, Mark sat on the stone steps in the small garden, and inexplicably uttered an inaudible monotone: "Oh."

There were many people who expressed emotion like him. Seeing that Li Cheng changed another song, which still sounded reluctant to leave, some girls found an open space and sat down, resting their chins and looking at the cross-legged girl on the bench. juvenile.

"He's so pretty."

"There are very few boys with such delicate skin, like... a little white face, but I don't find it annoying." The girl with long blond hair laughed and laughed, and her slightly curly bangs fell back, hitting her face sweetly. On the dimple.

At the beginning of the second song, everyone was chatting and laughing. When the climax came, even the young people who liked to play around became quiet.

In the entire shopping street, outside the section that isolates the small garden, there are noisy crowds, and everyone in the entire small garden area has a peaceful look on their faces.

Li Cheng slightly opened his eyes and looked at the hole of the flute to prevent his fingers from being misplaced. The belief values ​​of hundreds of people radiated out bit by bit, part of it entered Li Cheng's body, and the other part directed the music to a farther place.

"Unbelievable."

When accidentally breaking into this area, someone exclaimed in amazement.

"There are so many people gathered here, is it because the player is Chinese and not a local?" A pock-faced boy on a skateboard passed by, looking at the scene in front of him in surprise——

Seeing everyone surrounding the young flute player, their eyes were either joyful or sad, hearty or smiling.

His companion obviously didn't agree with the teenager's opinion: "Why do you think so?"

"Obviously, isn't it?" The pockmarked boy thought for a while, "At least if I see a foreigner, I will stop for a while and comment on how different his clothes and face are from ours."

"I'm afraid it's more than that." The companion smiled: "Did you know that there was such an experiment: a violinist whose concert tickets were frequently sold out was standing on the street in New York one day playing the violin, and the passers-by hurried past, Some people stopped, thought the piece was beautiful, and left after listening to it for a while. In the end, no more than five people could stop this violinist's piece from beginning to end. Any one ticket is worth a lot less."

"Even a great musician can't stop more people. How could an ordinary flute player stop everyone just by his appearance." The companion pointed to the crowd who were already sitting on the ground.

The pockmarked boy raised his eyebrows, leaned the skateboard against his body, and listened to the slow flute music. After a while, he looked serious, and subconsciously said: "...Maybe."

Li Cheng finished playing the last part of the second song, and was about to change to the third song "You Lan Feng Chun". In the middle, something flickered in the eyes of the nearest lady in a white shirt and business attire, and she shook slightly. God reacted, and suddenly applauded vigorously, and the applause sounded one after another.

Li Cheng looked at her and nodded with a smile. The lady closed her eyes and covered her mouth with her hands.

...he was like an angel.

This street concert lasted from nine to eleven in the morning, and from two to five in the afternoon, and the flow of people gathered on the shopping street reached a new high. In the past, the people in front left and the people behind came, although There are many people, but it is not crowded, but now the people in front come but do not leave, and the people behind come and are also unwilling to leave, resulting in a half-hour crowd jam.

However, even in such a crowded place, there was no pushing or crowding when everyone left, as if the peaceful music of the flute could cleanse the soul and make people peaceful.

"*#￥x#&%...##&z＄**..."

The night does not make people sleepy. In a city with rich nightlife, the night is just the beginning of the carnival. Angelia played with her friends a little later today, and did not return home until eleven o'clock at night.

Humming an unknown song, she checked the fingerprints on the door cheerfully. There was still a warm yellow light in the living room that was not dazzling.

""Welcome"? A famous Chinese song?" A deep voice interrupted the memory in Angelia's mind with some doubts, and then her father who just came down from the second floor was printed in her eyes, "Leah, How did you come into contact with these?"

Angelia's understanding of Duke's work level is just like her mother's familiarity with her childhood when she was still alive. Duke has always been busy at part of the time. People like them are most interested in inspiration. Once there is inspiration It must be recorded.

Now that Duke is able to come out of the studio, I think it happens to be a time when there is no inspiration.

"What "Happy Encounter"?"

"It's the song you just hummed." Duke was a little curious about his daughter's ability to play such a song. He heard this song at a meeting with Chinese musicians a few weeks ago. To be honest, this song has a Chinese style. Too serious, full of strong regional taste, especially the feeling of playing with the flute, which is very different from his violin playing style.

Angelia said strangely: "I heard it on the street. It was played by a very young and beautiful boy. I wrote it down after listening to it... Dad, he played it very well, even better than the violin you played."

... I believe that no father would like his daughter to praise others for being better than himself.

Duke: "Leah, I thought you would understand that the highest level of music is moving people with emotion, not whether the music is good or bad. No matter how good the music is, it has nothing to do with the performer."

"Okay, but I think his songs are quite emotional. At least the people on the street, a large part of them cried when they heard the middle part, and I cried too, although I don't know why." Leah grinned. With a smile, "I decided to listen to it tomorrow, or confess my love to him and make him my boyfriend."

"He's just too good."

Duke shook his head, disapprovingly.

The next day Duke followed his daughter to the shopping street, and was surprised to find that twenty or thirty young people had gathered here. Angelia happily shuttled through the crowd like a bird, and got together with the other two girls.

About thirty or thirty of them are Liya's classmates.

Duke looked at his watch.

Eight forty-six.

He was sitting on the stone steps in the small garden, and there were many people chatting here.

Not long after, another person sat down beside him. This person looked at the other side and patted him on the shoulder: "Dude, keep looking over there. Are you also here to listen to that kid play the flute?"

Duke didn't seem to like being touched very much, he paused, and then nodded casually: "Why?"

"It's nothing, me too." The man chuckled, "I just want to see what he can do, he doesn't even know me, but I noticed him from the first moment he came here, let's get to know him, my name is Mark, a little... street player."

"That's right, it was his arrival that made me lose my business. Fortunately, there are many streets in New York." Mark showed his gray teeth.

The corner of Duke's mouth twitched into a smile.

Nine o'clock sharp.

A man and a woman came from not far away, and twenty or thirty young people quickly made way for a passage. The boy sat on the bench with a flat face, then crossed his legs, and pulled out a fife in his hand. It was green in color and played in the sunlight. Underneath the glittering and translucent color, the fingers are as white as milk.

Today's opening song is a "Serenade".

Compared with yesterday's famous Chinese songs, it is obvious that Schubert's "Serenade" can resonate more with foreigners. The romantic and lingering tune was heard melodiously, and Duke's heart slowly calmed down.

If possible, he really wanted to invite a pianist to score this serenade. Of course, even without a score, the feeling that the other party brought to people was also achieved.

Duke's hand that used to play the violin trembled slightly, and he slowly closed his eyes, feeling that he was bathed in darkness, and stood among the white fallen feathers, the scenery intertwined so harmoniously.

Thinking of the selection of concert personnel mentioned by several friends two days ago, Duke felt that he seemed to have found a good candidate.

So at this time, if someone seriously saw Duke's face, they might exclaim aloud. This is Duke Gabriel, one of the most famous violinists in the United States today.

[This is a smiling street performance. Hundreds of people stop on the street and are reluctant to leave. The performers are comparable to masters.] This time someone also brought a recording device. Almost after Li Cheng’s first song stopped, the recording The following message has been forwarded from each other's communication to the Internet, a very long section of the title, and began to receive one or two clicks...

"No matter what I heard, I cried qaq."

"Which master is it?"

"It sounds like a flute. I always thought that the sound of the flute was too crisp and unpleasant. I never thought it could play such a romantic beauty!!!"

"We are listening to the third song, so hurry up and listen."

"Actually, it's just to chat about something new. It's not a big deal. What good tunes can a person playing on the street play? My friends, only the one at the concert is the most authoritative."

"You upstairs must not have heard this piece of music, and you won't say that when you hear it."

When someone said that he was watching the scene, the residents on the shopping street who saw the news all ran over, "Where is where?"

"Are you Japanese?" A little girl standing in front of the crowd asked Song Jia.

Song Jia: "No, we are all Chinese."

"Then why do you want to play the flute here?" A reporter from New York squeezed in and asked, "I heard that you don't charge any fees, so why did you make such a decision?"

"To share music."

Song Jia smiled decently, and her heart was already running wildly for the alpaca. Before she came, she never thought that Li Cheng's musical instrument playing was no different from singing. If this continues, it may not be a problem of being famous.

She looked at the boy who had always been calm.

Dear.

...what on earth are you trying to do?