Godfather Of The Green Fields

Li Ang immediately thanked him and thanked him. Although this is also the work of Huahui, but people write reports for the first time, for their own name, but also call to inform themselves about the domestic things, this is the mind, this love has their own.

“Is there anything I need to help?” Huahui asked.

“Not necessary for the time being, thank you.” Li Ang thanked, “I will not be polite if necessary.”

The girl giggled when she heard it.

Ending the call with Huahui, Li Ang’s face was gloomy.

Gao Bo is it.

“Daily Sports” is it!

You have provoked me!

Seeing that Li Ang’s face is wrong, Alice is concerned about the inquiry.

These messy things, Li Ang didn’t want Alice to follow the same thing, smiled and shook his head, saying nothing, he would handle it well.

Alice didn’t continue to ask, since Li Ang didn’t say it, naturally there was no reason to say that she knew that if she continued to ask, the other party would tell her, but the girl was very well-behaved and knew the measure.

……

At this time, an artist took the violin and solicited business in the coffee shop. Li Ang made a snap.

A handsome blond young man came over.

“Mr., what song do you want to listen to?” asked the handsome guy, and glanced at Alice at the same time, his eyes immediately widened. He had never seen such a pure and beautiful girl, just like the elf in mythology. Stunning.

Li Ang shook his head. “Can I borrow your violin?”

The violin guy regained his gaze and hesitated.

“I pay double the price,” Li Ang said.

“Of course!” Hearing this, the young man immediately plucked the violin.

Li Ang took the violin and debugged it.

Then directed at the beautiful girl nodded, gently said, “Für Elise.”

Soft and romantic songs float in the air, soft, soft, warm and human hearing, nourishing the human heart…

Chapter 237 Li Ang is not a liar (below)

When Li Ang borrowed the violin from him, the blond young man still looked down on his heart, apparently not thinking that Li Ang could have any outstanding performances. These resident artists are somewhat proud of themselves.

In his opinion, this Asian person is swollen and full of fatty, wanting to be arty in front of that beautiful Miss.

Then he heard Li Ang’s violin playing, and his expression was very surprised.

“Für Elise” is Beethoven’s famous song, but playing with the violin is difficult. The piano has chords and is played by both hands. There is a high-pitched bass. If the violin is pulled, there is only one tone. If the level is not good, it will be very monotonous.

And this Asian player’s playing skills are quite exquisite, this young man can’t reach this level.

There are a lot of customers in the cafe, all of them are talking softly. At this moment, they are all attracted by this soft music. Some people’s subconscious accidents are played by the resident artist. After seeing it, they are surprised to see that A young man with an Asian face.

Li Ang took the violin and looked at Alice affectionately. Only he and Alice knew what this song meant at this moment.

Für Elise!

One song, the remaining sound around the beam.

Li Ang returned the violin to the young man and handed a large bill.

Young man took his violin, but did not accept the banknote.

Li Ang was surprised. The other person said with amazement, “It is already the best reward to be able to hear such a great performance.”

Seeing that the other party is determined not to accept, Li Ang is laughed, and he asks Alice with a false hand. The girl smiles and the white hand is handed over.

There was a round of applause at the coffee shop.

Out of the cafe, Li Ang asked Alice, “Like?”

Alice is nodded, and her heart is zi zi. Although Li Ang didn’t say that today, the relationship between the two people is more intimate and they understand each other’s minds.

This kind of feeling that you understand me, warm and flowing, is wonderful.

……

Huaxia University of Political Science and Law.

Mao Zhengyi, that is, big hair, some tweaked look at his own T-shirt, “So, is that too?”

“I feel very good.” Zhang Quanda said with a smile.

Wang Dapeng looked at the T-shirts on his friends and looked at his own body. He laughed too.