When I arrived at the third floor, I saw rows of acoustic guitars on the wall, and a feeling of intimacy surged.

In his previous life, he studied it for more than a month, and then traveled thousands of miles to Hong Kong. He gritted his teeth and spent more than 10,000 yuan to buy a classic Martin ARTIDP acoustic guitar. At that time, he was so excited that he seemed to be holding the bride into the bridal chamber.

There were many customers on the third floor, but most of them were in the electric guitar and bass area. Chen Chong observed it and found that they were all young people in their twenties. This was not surprising. In the past few years, the success of the Winner band stimulated the musical enthusiasm of young people in Hong Kong and set off a band group trend called "Haud".

A uniformed clerk came over and asked, "Three, what do you need?"

"Oh." Chen Chong pointed to the acoustic guitar area and said, "I plan to buy a guitar."

"Please here." The clerk asked while leading the way: "Who wants to use it?"

Tianbao immediately responded crisply: "I use it."

The clerk looked at her and introduced, "Then you are here in the right place. We have a special children's piano here, which is small and beautiful, and is suitable for girls."

"No, buy the standard size." After all, Chen Chong has studied it and knows that children's piano can only be considered toys, not musical instruments, and it doesn't make sense. Besides, Tianbao has already started, and he has not shown any discomfort when playing the guitar he uses. He picked up a guitar with the "NARTIN" logo, swept the strings with a very nostalgic look, and then said, "Tianbao, you can choose it yourself. If you see which one looks good, you can buy it."

Tianbao stood still and asked, "What about the price?"

“No more than 30UU.”

"Stingy" Tianbao bulged his mouth and bargained: "50UU."

"30UU, no negotiation." Chen Chong said without giving in, "Unless you don't want New Year's money anymore

Tianbao grimaced him, and then started to choose one guitar and one guitar. The budget of 30UU is also a considerable business. The clerk accompanied her diligently and introduced her.

Teresa Teng was amused by the interaction between them. She looked at Tianbao and asked, "Mr. Chen, do you often do this?"

"Yes." Chen Chong held the guitar and sat on the chair next to him for customers to rest. While adjusting the strings, he said: "You can buy a very good guitar for two or three thousand. She has just started and is a child again. Maybe one day I won't play it. Buying more expensive ones is a waste. When she really pops up, she will buy a better one.

Teresa Teng sat down on the chair next to him and asked, "Mr. Chen can play guitar too?"

"It will be a little bit." Chen Chong sniffed the faint fragrance and said with some emotion: "In fact, guitar is just a tool to express music. The key is not whether it is good or not, but whether the person playing is good or not. Unfortunately, I used to study which guitar is good, but I didn't spend time practicing the piano and buying a box to return a bead. Now I regret it too late.

The tone and expression of his speech obviously made Teresa Teng a little confused. She bit her lip lightly, not knowing what to say. Against the backdrop of her sunglasses, this expression had a unique touching style.

After adjusting for a while, Chen Chong tried to play it a few times, and asked, "Is the sound right?"

Teresa Teng nodded. As a top singer, her pitch is naturally not wrong.

Then the sun started to bounce.

He played a finger-playing guitar song adapted from an anime song. The ending song of "That Flower" "All You Give Me", which is one of Chen Chong's favorite guitar songs, so he spent a lot of time practicing in his previous life.

He didn't know what the Japanese lyrics of this song meant at all, but he remembered a few lyrics from the Chinese version adapted by the Internet expert Xiguo Siren. There were two lines in it, "The past yesterday, the most beautiful wish... Time passed away and flowed quietly like the wind", which was very consistent with the mood at this time.

In the minds of many people, folk guitar is just one of the accompaniment instruments when singing. The concept of playing guitar with fingers was not familiar and accepted by ordinary people until the 21st century. Chen Chong only played but not sang. His playing techniques and music were different from ordinary accompaniment. He was cheerful and lively but with a faint sad music, which quickly attracted several people to watch.

"What did he play?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it. Maybe it's a classical guitar."

"No, the classical guitar is a nylon string, and his acoustic guitar is obviously a steel string."

If it were in the previous life, Chen Chong might be embarrassed - he knew that his level was not very high, but after traveling through time, he had been through many major events and had long been unstoppable and humiliated. At this time, he was immersed in a strange mood, leisurely and leisurely, a little crazy, and he performed beyond his level, and felt quite content.

At the end of the song, Chen Chong stood up, holding the guitar in one hand and holding the chest with the other, imitating the coquettish man who played the piano just now, bowing to salute to the surroundings.

"Brother, it's really good to play. Is there a band?"

"Yu, they are playing acoustic guitar. You are playing rock. What do you call him to do?"

"He plays the acoustic guitar so well, and he is not a casual play on the electric guitar."

Chen Chong saw that many customers were looking here and quickly said, "Sorry, everyone's kindness, I appreciate it. I don't form a band, I just play acoustic guitar casually."

The few people persuaded him a few words, and when they saw that he was determined, they dispersed.

"Brother-in-law, what song was you playing just now?" Tianbao ran over with a guitar in his arms and asked, "Why have I never heard you play it?"

"This song is called "Playing Cotton Early Morning"." Chen Chong teased word by word, then looked at the guitar in her hand and asked, "Have you chosen it?"

"No" Tianbao gave him a big roll of his eyes, and then ran back to pick up the guitar.

Teresa Teng looked at her back and asked, "Mr. Chen, you have a good relationship with Tianbao."

"Yes." Chen Chong smiled and said, "It's almost the same as his own sister."

"The song you played just now." Teresa Teng asked with a smile: "It's really called "Playing Cotton Early in the Morning"?"

"I am usually busy and can only practice piano early in the morning. This girl always says that I play cotton early in the morning to make her sleep poorly." Chen Chong sat down again. He thought the original song was too weird, so he said, "Actually, this song is called "That Flower".

""That Flower"." Teresa Teng repeated it softly, and then asked, "Is there only the song, no lyrics?"

"The lyrics were originally there." Chen Chong made a helpless move and said, "But I forgot."

"Is this a song composed by Mr. Chen himself?"

Chen Chong struggled for a moment, then gave up the meaningless view of honor and disgrace, nodded, and said calmly: "Yes, I can play it casually."

Although his eyes were blocked by the sunglasses, he still captured Teresa Teng's surprised and admiring expression, and was very happy. He picked up the guitar and said, "Actually, I can play a lot of your songs."

This time he played Teresa Teng's classic work "Story of Small Town", which is the introduction song of finger playing, and it is not difficult. He played it while Teresa Teng hums gently.

After playing, before Shen Chong could speak, a voice came from behind.
Chapter completed!