The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl

"An Chen? What? The big star wants to bully people!"

An Chen laughed when he heard the boy's unreasonable words. He had just walked over. Where did he come to such a conclusion?

"Don't spread rumors here. What's wrong with An Chen? Did she touch you? Don't go crazy here because of your mental illness." The short-haired girl responded with one sentence.

An Chen listened to the girl's retort and sighed in his heart. This eloquence is so good!

The farce inside is quite commotion, and many people have gathered outside. Wei Ze and Director Li have been walking around at the lecture, and they are rushing here after hearing what happened here.

"No one likes the erhu now. This is a fact. Let's not tell the truth anymore! In addition to playing those miserable songs, what else can the erhu do?" The boy was still struggling hard.

"Do you know how to play Erhu?" An Chen suddenly asked.

"I'm not going to learn this old stuff."

"Since you don't know how, why do you use your own understanding to summarize Erhu?" An Chen continued to ask the boy.

"This, isn't this what it is!" The boy didn't know how to retort, so he started to be unreasonable.

The people who gave lectures in the Erhu Lecture Hall belonged to a spontaneous folk music organization. They heard that the Conservatory of Music was going to hold a lecture, so they took the initiative to come to the door. When they heard the quarrel in front of them, they wanted to come and persuade them, but they couldn't find a suitable one. Chance.

"Let me tell you, don't use your own shallow knowledge to generalize about things you don't understand. The erhu can play many kinds of music, and it is no worse than any musical instrument."

"What's the point of just talking? Act for me." The boy now placed all his hopes on An Chen and this short-haired girl who can't play the erhu.

"Then let me demonstrate it to you." An Chen said with conviction.

"I can't." The short-haired girl approached An Chen and whispered to An Chen with her back to the boy.

An Chen was also stunned. He was praising the erhu so rationally, but he couldn't play it. What kind of suffering is this in the world!

I looked inside and saw that the interpreters of this exhibition hall, who were people from the folk music organization, were inside. They would definitely be able to play, but it was a bit unconvincing to ask them to play. After all, the boy was talking about them.

An Chen was caught in a brainstorm. She thought for a while and suddenly laughed.

"Brother Ling Han, lend me an erhu."

After hearing this, Ling Han walked towards the person sitting inside. He also knew what happened and directly handed over the instrument in his hand.

"Listen carefully." An Chen sat on the chair, put the erhu on his lap, held the piano in his left hand, and played the strings with his right hand.

Not only this boy, the onlookers were also curious about what An Chen would play. There were many people from other countries among the onlookers. They had never seen this instrument before and it was very novel.

An Chen carefully recalled the memories in his mind, and then started playing.

An Chen doesn't know how to play the erhu, she only knows one piece of music, and she doesn't know what each note of the erhu should be like. Her ability to play this song is all thanks to Wei Ze.

When An Chen was young, Wei Ze was particularly fond of Erhu for a while, so he taught An Chen tenaciously.

An Chen was young at that time, so of course she didn't like this kind of thing, but Wei Ze said that if she played this piece of music, she wouldn't have to learn it anymore, so little An Chen started to memorize it by rote.

Although An Chen didn't know where the music was, the song was played anyway. The impression he had on this when he was a child was so terrifying that he never forgot it.

There are many weird people in this world, such as you, who are so cute.