The son-in-law who has returned for thousands of years

"Please." Xu Ping nodded.

Liu Chuanfeng took off his suit jacket, walked to the high platform in the middle, and sat in front of the Steinway piano.

The manager of the restaurant turned on the surrounding wall lamps in a timely manner, and focused the light on Liu Chuanfeng's body, which really set off a bit of demeanor for him.

Liu Chuanfeng whispered into the microphone in front of him, "A piece of "To Alice" is for the beautiful Miss Chu Jin."

After finishing speaking, Liu Chuanfeng moved his fingers slightly, and the melodious piano sound resounded in the field.

Liu Chuanfeng played the piano in his hand, and sneered in his heart——Xu Ping, how do you take my trump card?

As a son of a wealthy family, music education naturally cannot be left behind. The Liu family arranged for him to have a piano teacher when he was very young.

Later, in order to pick up girls, he specially practiced the song "To Alice", which has been used to impress girls for several years, and it has never been disadvantageous.

Liu Chuanfeng played this piece really well. Many diners put down the tableware in their hands and listened to the light music.

At the end of the song, Liu Chuanfeng stood on the stage and bowed to take the curtain call, with a confident smile on his face again.

This is me, son of the Liu family, Liu Chuanfeng!

"Hey, Xu Ping, it's your turn." Liu Chuanfeng deliberately stood in the middle of the restaurant, and said to Xu Ping aggressively, "You don't even dare to play the piano for your wife, do you?"

Xu Ping sighed, and was about to stand up when Chu Jin suddenly grabbed his hand.

"If you don't know how to do it, don't show off. I... I won't care." Chu Jin looked at Xu Ping seriously, "You are a man, don't lose face for me."

"Hehe, I'm fine." Xu Ping patted Chu Jin's hand, got up and walked towards the center of the field.

Xu Ping sat on the chair with his ten fingers resting lightly on the keys.

Liu Chuanfeng looked on coldly and said, "Xu Ping, if you can't do it, don't show off. Is it interesting to pretend?"

Xu Ping raised his chin, smiled and said, "Whether it's an act or not, you'll know if you look at it."

Without any warning, Xu Ping's hands on the black and white keys jumped up.

A series of notes flowed from his fingers.

The sound of the piano is light and relaxed, like larks flying over the restaurant, taking away all the restless emotions.

Except for the sound of Xu Ping's piano, there was no sound in the restaurant, and even the waiters serving the dishes stopped in their tracks.

Xu Ping played Canon, a classic piece, which is not difficult to say, but not easy to say.

This kind of piece is the piece that tests the player's skills the most - if you want to play a well-known piece of music, it is equivalent to competing with countless pianist masters.

Xu Ping did it.

He has been immersed in the piano for hundreds of years, and his skills have already reached perfection!

It is sad and ridiculous that Liu Chuanfeng chose the piano to show off his skills to him.

In the flowing music of silk and bamboo, one tone follows another tone from beginning to end, until the last conclusion, they are fused together and never separated.

The music stopped abruptly.

Canon's song is indeed over here, but everyone present has a feeling that there is still something to say.

Is it really over?

Xu Ping pressed his hand on the keys again!

Like a storm, bursting notes poured down from his fingers.

The silver bottle burst into water, and the iron cavalry protruded and shot!

Wave after wave, weight after weight, continuous high-density notes, still following the musical form of Canon, are constantly fused together.

Those who can come here to eat are considered to be the upper class, and many of them have excellent musical literacy.

Without exception, they froze in place, their eyes full of disbelief.