There is a little tree on the mountain

Mother Yun felt that she had enough to eat and drink, and it was time to sell her son.She gestured to Papa Yun, and Papa Yun replied "OK" and got up to leave.Mother Yun explained: "His dad went to get something from the car."

Lu Xiaolin nodded, and at the same time noticed that Yun Qianshan was sitting upright, like a big bell, which could still make a solemn and sacred sound when struck.

Mother Yun said: "Xiaoshan has been learning the violin since he was a child, and he just learned to play. When he went to college, he suddenly became serious and said that he wanted to play the violin for you. But I object to the song he wants to play, because..." She Showing an indescribable expression, he paused for a long time, probably thinking how to say it more euphemistically, finally sighed and said. "Oh, you'll know when you hear it later."

Yun Qianshan: "Mom, you should encourage me at this time."

Mother Yun looked at Lu Xiaolin and said, "Xiaoshanren is a good person, but sometimes his brain is not very good."

Lu Xiaolin: "???" I don't know why, but I always feel that the current atmosphere is very strange.

Lu Xiaolin: "Why did you think of playing the piano for me?"

Yun Qianshan blinked and said, "It's agreed before, what song do you like, I'll play it for you."

Yes, there is this stubble.Lu Xiaolin almost blurted out "March of the Volunteers", but he really couldn't remember which song he clicked on at that time.Judging by Mother Yun's expression, it can't be Xiao Huangge, right?Impossible, it should be pure music.Could it be that pure music actually has a distinction between yellow and not yellow?He didn't understand.

But when did you say you wanted to play the violin?When school started?Practiced for three months?So formal?

Why do you want to do this?

Father Yun brought the piano box over, and the four people present were silent, only Yun Qianshan made a faint sound when holding the piano, which was not as loud as the breeze passing by his ears.

The sound of the wind was still beating the drums.

It's not the wind, it's the heartbeat.

Lu Xiaolin became tense like never before. He could feel that something would change the moment the bowstring touched.

Dai Xingyan sent Ye Ruirui back to the bedroom from the cafeteria to take a nap, and walked out to see if the two roommates were still alive after running 3000 meters, but found that they were not only alive but also very emotional, and couldn't help but sigh: "Fuck! The wild bees are flying! Awesome, Brother Shan!"

Knowing that this person is a shit-stirring stick, Yun Qianshan didn't even bother to roll his eyes, and continued to play the violin wholeheartedly.

Lu Xiaolin, who has no musical ability, heard the words "flying wild bees" and felt that it could not be more appropriate. Hearing the violin version of bees at close range, he felt that a group of bumblebees had already settled in his head.But this is no ordinary bumblebee, this is Yun Qianshan's bumblebee, that must be good and deserves to be applauded.