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Chapter 759 Street Performing Arts!

Chapter 759 Street Performing Arts!

"You're so disgusting, fucking open the door for nausea, you're so disgusting!" Mu Han said to Tong Erha.

When eating breakfast, it is really disgusting to mention such things as intestinal secondary absorption.

However, facing Mu Han's words, Tong Erha just smiled, obviously this was his revenge for Mu Han who brought breakfast back after ten o'clock.

Tong Erha hung the water at nine o'clock, and it ended a little after eleven o'clock.

After the water hanging was over, Mu Han asked Zhou Huixin to issue a hospital admission slip, but went to settle the remaining expenses.

After paying the admission fee, Mu Han and Tong Erha rested in the ward for a while, then packed up their things and left.

When Mu Han left, Zhou Huixin came out of the office. She stood in the corridor, looking at the backs of Mu Han and Tong Erha leaving, with some sadness in her eyes: "Obviously so handsome, why is it..."

Crying...!
After coming out of the hospital, Mu Han and Tong Erha first took a long-distance bus to Shenzhen.

When they arrived in Shenzhen by car, Pu Bingqing and the others had already called.They are already home.

"Okay, I see, let's go to the high-speed rail station now, let's not talk about it." Saying this, Mu Han hung up the phone.

After coming out of the long-distance bus station, Mu Han dragged his own salute, and Tong Erha naturally dragged Tong Erha's salute.

Although he is a patient, since the patient has been discharged from the hospital, he does not enjoy the treatment of a patient, and he drags his suitcase by himself.

"Boss, look at someone playing the piano over there." Tong Erha said to Mu Han as if he had discovered something.

On the square at the exit of the long-distance passenger station, it seems that someone is performing on the street.

Not only Tong Erha, of course Mu Han also saw it.

After all, there were so many people around there, it would be strange not to see them.

The other party used an electric piano.

There are two types of pianos, an electric piano and a mechanical piano.

A mechanical piano is naturally a piano in the perception of ordinary people.

The sound is produced by hitting the strings with a hammer.

The electric piano, on the other hand, collects the sound of a mechanical piano and plays it through a loudspeaker.

Its key feel is only simulated.

But the other party's playing technique is good.

Although the environment is very noisy, there are passenger flows everywhere outside the station, and there is also the sound of the station broadcast from time to time.

But in such a noisy environment, the sound of the other party's piano kept ringing, without being affected at all, as if it was like a green lotus emerging from the mud and not stained in the sewage, it was very beautiful.

"This song "Tears" is Li Runmin's work." Mu Han said.

Mu Han is very good at piano, Tong Erha naturally knows this.

After all, in the previous National String Music Competition, Mu Han's piano skills were praised by countless judges and audiences.

"Who is that? Chinese?" Tong Erha obviously didn't know anything about Mu Han's words.

"It's not Chinese, it's Korean with British nationality. His composition style is famous for its slow tranquility, elegance and sadness." Mu Han said.

"Oh!" Tong Erha said.

This sentence fell, and then he said with a smile: "I feel that this is not difficult to play. Koreans can't do it, they have no level. This is the same for playing games, and the same is true for playing the piano."

After Tong Erha's words fell, Mu Han was quite speechless.

"It's not that whoever plays a complicated piece is good. The most important thing in music is emotion. Regardless of the difficulty of the piece, this one is really good." Saying this, Mu Han said, "Go, let's go and have a look."

Having said that, Mu Han took Tong Erha over to watch the excitement.

They are the eight o'clock shift at night.

It's only less than three o'clock now, and anyway, when we arrive at the high-speed rail station, we have to sit there and wait.

The people watching the excitement here are basically travelers with suitcases or travel bags on their backs.

But when they were watching the fun, they put down the boxes they were dragging, and then took out their mobile phones, and kept taking pictures. Obviously, they all looked very novel.

But among the crowd, sitting in front of the piano was a little girl in her teens.

She looks about the same age as Xiaomengmeng, with a childish look on her face.

It's just that it's different from Xiao Mengmeng, her clothes are very simple, even a little old.

Looking very earthy, she wears a pair of glasses and wears a ponytail.

At this moment, the girl seems to have completely integrated into the world of music, and there seems to be nothing else around except music.

She forgets me.

Finally, when the song ended, many people couldn't help applauding.

While they were applauding, a middle-aged woman who appeared to be with the little girl came up to beg with a sign.

On the sign, the most eye-catching sentence is: "Please help us."

"So it's a beggar..." Tong Erha couldn't help but said.

After Tong Erha finished speaking, Mu Han stretched out his hand and tapped him on the head: "As for the song just now, you may not be able to reach that level even if you spend 3000 yuan to go to a special concert."

Having said that, Mu Han gave a slight pause: "It's not shameful to rely on craftsmanship to make a living. If you have to say this, then we as anchors are just beggars on the Internet?"

Facing Mu Han's words, Tong Erha was momentarily at a loss for words.

He rubbed his head: "It's not wrong to say that. In my live broadcast room, people always post that Internet beggar."

"Those are sand sculptures, you don't have to worry about them." Mu Han said, "But you have to make sure that you are not sand sculptures first."

Seeing the middle-aged woman come up to ask for alms with a sign, the crowd who had been watching vigorously just now dispersed with a whimper.

Only a few people from Xingxing took out the money.

When the other party came in front of Mu Han and Tong Erha, Mu Han said to Tong Erha, "Do you have cash on you? Lend it to me first, and return it to you when you go back."

"Yes!" Tong Erha said, and quickly took out his wallet.

He handed the wallet to Mu Han, and Mu Han looked inside the wallet, and there was a lot of money stuffed into it.

He randomly took out seven or eight cards and put them in the tin box held by the other party.

Seeing that Mu Han gave so much at once, the other party was obviously shocked.

All of a sudden, she kept thanking Mu Han: "Thank you, boss! Thank you, boss!" Saying this, she even prepared to kneel down to Mu Han.

Fortunately, Mu Han had a sharp eye and a quick hand, and supported her.

"Don't be like this, you guys rely on your skills for a living, you play well, it's worth the money." Mu Han said.

After begging for a circle of money, the little girl continued to play the piano.

As if she heard Tong Erha's heartfelt voice just now, the style of music played by the little girl changed suddenly this time.

(End of this chapter)