The school girl at the same table can't be a middle school girl

After a while, the song is over.

Jiang Chen sincerely praised.

"Nice!"

Originally, after An Yimo finished playing, she was still a little unsatisfied, and was slowly savoring the artistic conception, but unexpectedly heard a familiar voice, and quickly opened her eyes.

Turning around, I saw a familiar and handsome face with a hint of a smile on it.

"when did you come?"

An Yimo asked in a flat tone.

"Uh, a few minutes ago."

"Oh."

An Yimo just nodded, then turned her head, stopped looking at Jiang Chen, looked up at the blue sky, and had no intention of driving Jiang Chen out.

"I didn't expect you to play the piano, and it's quite nice."

Jiang Chen opened his mouth and said.

An Yimo said thank you softly, she didn't look at Jiang Chen, but stared at the white cloud above her head, as if she was thinking about its shape.

Should it be a fawn, or a white horse?

"Can you play one more song?"

At this time, Jiang Chen said.

"What do you want to hear?"

Now, An Yimo turned her head to look at Jiang Chen and said, blinking her eyes.

No, it's two strokes.

"Encounter, is that okay?"

"can."

An Yimo nodded, and then her fingers danced again, like a dancing elf in a wonderful forest.

The familiar melody sounded, and Jiang Chen was quickly intoxicated by it. After a while, he hummed softly.

"Hear, the departure of winter, I wake up in a certain month of the year"

Jiang Chen has a good voice, warm and moist, and has a youthful air. Apart from holding concerts with no audience in reading classes, he also often goes to karaoke with Wu Gui and Cheng Xing.

But they haven't learned singing skills specifically, they just have fun.

When you are sad or happy, you can sing when you want to sing, to vent your emotions, especially when you are alone in a box, sing freely, sing boldly, and sing whatever you want.

That feeling, I have to say, is really nice!

Soon after, the song was over.

An Yimo turned her head to look at Jiang Chen, and smiled.

"You sing very well."

"Haha, thank you, but you don't need to comfort me, I know what level I am."

"It's not consolation, the voice is nice."

An Yimo said hastily.

Jiang Chen was startled.

Immediately, a warm current surged into his heart, he believed it, and the girl's tone was sincere, and he couldn't believe it.

However, the voice is nice, but another meaning is that the singing is not good?

Forehead.
After An Yimo finished speaking, she looked up at the blue sky again, and at this time the cloud changed shape again.

The current shape looks like a teenager holding a long gun.

"Are you really Grandpa An's granddaughter?"

At this moment, Jiang Chen asked

"Ah."

An Yimo nodded.

"I used to come here to play often, it seems that I have never seen you."

Jiang Chen said.

"I've been back to my grandfather's house before, but I haven't seen you either."

"Well, probably missed it."

"Can you play the guitar?"

At this time, Jiang Chen caught a glimpse of a guitar next to the piano and asked.

"Well, some."

"sleeping"

Jiang Chen just wanted to marvel subconsciously, but when he saw An Yimo in front of him, he suppressed it forcefully, and then continued to ask.

"Then do you know any other instruments?"

"I can play a little harmonica, but it's just a little bit, not very good."

"Isn't it amazing to play so well? Are you so humble?"

"It's not humility. For those who are very good, I'm really not very good."

An Yimo said seriously.

Jiang Chen couldn't help feeling the urge to touch his forehead.

Why is this girl so serious?

"Do you still want to hear it?"

At this time, An Yimo asked again.

"Yes, but I can't think of any songs to listen to for a while. How about you just play a few songs you like?"

Jiang Chen said tentatively.

"it is good."

An Yimo readily agreed, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing two dimples, which made Jiang Chen startled again.

Most of the time, An Yimo entertained himself, played and enjoyed by himself, and being alone had its own advantages.

On a deeper level, it can also be played to nature, blue sky, white clouds, mountains, trees, and sometimes birds that stop on the branches not far away.

But she still thinks that if someone likes to listen to her play and sit beside her seriously, she will be very happy.

Although I have participated in some public performances before, but that was many years ago.

Since she entered high school, her mother no longer let her participate in performances, but instead concentrated on her studies. An Yimo could only play a few impromptu songs in her free time to express her emotions.

Today Jiang Chen showed up to be her listener, and she suddenly realized that it turned out to be quite happy when someone listened to her play.

Afterwards, An Yimo played one of her favorite pure music, "The Flowers in the South of the City Are Blooming".

After a while, the song is over.

"It sounds good."

Jiang Chen murmured.

Hearing this, the girl showed a faint smile.

"An Yimo, can you sing Sunny Day?"

"Well, yes, I like this song too."

In the following time, Jiang Chen took out his phone, opened his playlist in Netease Cloud Music, and pushed it to An Yimo one by one.