[MTL]After I Transmigrated As A Fake Young Master, I Became Popular

Ch 36

    Lin Yanran followed the boss to a room behind.

    After entering the door, the other party pointed to the zither in the room and said to Lin Yanran, "Just try this."

    "Okay."

    Lin Yanran didn't say much, and sat down directly to adjust the zither frame and strings.

    The boss sat across from Lin Yanran, picked up a small teacup nonchalantly, and slowly sipped the tea.

    This is the most basic skill a luthier needs to possess, so he didn't feel any surprise.

    After a while, Lin Yanran looked at the boss, "Excuse me, is there any clean water?"

    The boss put down the teacup and lazily called the backstage.

    Not long after, a lady in Hanfu came in with a basin of warm water in a copper basin.

    Lin Yanran immediately got up, stretched out his hands, and washed the dust off his hands in the basin.

    He remembers that when he first came into contact with the guzheng, his grandmother told him that playing the qin is a very elegant item. Before playing the qin, the ancients would burn incense, clean their face and change their clothes to show their respect for it.

    Although modern times don't need to be so cumbersome, playing the piano should be solemn.

    In addition to being neat and tidy, you also have to wash your hands first.

    Grandma once taught him those things, although it was a long time ago, but it has always been imprinted in his memory.

    So like when he was a child, he solemnly washed his hands inside and out.

    Afterwards, he wiped dry on a clean white kerchief, and then sat back in the position just now.

    The boss quietly watched what Lin Yanran did just now. Although he didn't show anything on the surface, he already had some approval for him at the beginning.

    At least for now, the attitude towards playing the piano is still very pious.

    In the elegant and classic room, there is a faint fragrance of sandalwood.

    Lin Yanran closed his eyes, and after he calmed down, he began to recall the music composition that he had talked about.

    After choosing the most classic "High Mountain and Flowing Water", he opened his eyes.

    Lin Yanran lowered his eyes and played the piano with her head down.

    Yijia slowly slid across the strings, and the antique room was filled with ancient charm.

    The wonderful sound of the piano is like the orchids in the valley, and like the gurgling water.

    The boss, who was originally concentrating on tasting tea, stopped moving his hands, and his eyes were filled with uncontrollable joy.

    Gao Zitai and his follower PD waited boredly outside for nearly twenty minutes. Seeing that Lin Yanran hadn't come out, he couldn't help complaining.

    "What are you doing so mysteriously? Is it possible? If I don't come out, I'll go find a job first..."

    Although he said so, his eyes kept looking towards the corridor leading to the inner room.

    After watching this for about a hundred and eighty times, he finally saw the boss and Lin Yanran following the PD at the end of the corridor.

    After learning that they came out, Gao Zitai hurriedly walked in that direction.