[Shanshan is here] Please give me more advice for the rest of my life

But no matter how you feel, life always goes on.

Mr. Xiao, a busy man, still has no intention of going home, only Meng Kai occasionally comes back to help him get some materials or daily necessities; He played the scene of getting along well with Xiao Wu outside.

The only difference is that there are more inexplicable piano lessons every day, so there is no need to worry about which coffee shop to go to to pass the time after get off work.

Now that I have recognized my mood, I have no plans to burn the sundial, forget about food and sleep, and practice the piano. One is that there are so many things in the store recently, and I can't squeeze any energy from the busyness. The second is that I don’t have the need for it, not to mention that I don’t have the idea of ​​following Chen Youxi at all, even if I have that heart, I can’t reach that level without ten or eight years of hard work. , people may not know what level of diligence is for a long time.

Anyway, thinking about it, Xiao Wu probably didn't expect me to reach that level of practice. By then, I can play one or two complete songs, and it's probably enough to put on a bluffing posture.

Han Chen is very dedicated, almost every day he can report to Xiao's house on time and on schedule, and the time he chooses is extremely tricky and impartial, basically 10 minutes before dinner, and the process is routine and polite without hesitation They sat down at the dinner table together.

His temperament is obviously very different from Xiao Wu's. He is enthusiastic and funny, and he never hesitates to praise the delicious food. What's more, he will cook his favorite dishes specially.

I really admired his superb skills of making food, and felt ashamed. After arguing for a long time, I couldn't figure it out. With Xiao Wu's reticent temperament, how could he have such a chatty friend?

It's an incredible series of unsolved mysteries!

I don't know if it's because I cannibalize people's mouths and take people's hands short, or because I really feel that I have completely given up on being indestructible. This great pianist is extremely tolerant of my extremely slack piano practice, and even sat on the sidelines "Secretly" "Bu Mian also turned a blind eye and closed one eye. Later, he simply killed the game and didn't even bother to lift his head.

After a few days of such tacit understanding and peace, there is a bit of meaning that the well water does not violate the river water.

So much so that when I occasionally thought of the young man who always sat at the piano with his own holy light when we met on the first day, I couldn’t help feeling a little guilty, thinking that I wasted the good time of the concert and my own practice, but it was me Violence is a serious crime.

The person concerned looked completely indifferent, raised his eyebrows and said casually: "No, no, it's not so comfortable to hold a concert here. Nowadays, there are not many people like Mr. Xiao who are foolish and have a lot of money to take advantage of!"

He touched Meow, who was playing with the ball next to him, and came to a big conclusion: "There are food, money, games to play, and cats to tease. Where can I find such a good job?"

Although I have known about his narrow temperament hidden under that skin in recent days, I still can't laugh or cry when I hear this judgment, and I don't know how Xiao Wu will feel after hearing this evaluation.

Han Chen blinked, looked at me and continued: "Such a good thing, the last time I talked about it can be traced back to when I taught Youxi."

I couldn't answer this, so naturally I pretended I didn't hear it. I don't know if I saw something or it was a bad taste. This great pianist seems to be very keen on bringing up Chen Youxi in front of me intentionally or unintentionally. And often there are words in the words, which are meaningful, as if they have decided who can stimulate them.

I think I haven't reached the point where I can discuss these things with him without any scruples, so I can only pretend to be deaf and dumb, pretending not to know.

Meow has grown a lot these days. From a small ball when I dragged it back, it has become a slightly larger ball, but it still looks like it is growing on my trouser legs, and I can’t teach it no matter how I teach it.

I had no choice but to hold it in my arms so as not to hurt my pants, while flipping through the music score in front of me, not even knowing when I fell asleep on my stomach.

When I woke up again, I only felt that my arms were numb from being pressed, my neck was sore, and my arms were empty, and there was no trace of meowing.

There was a person standing by the window, tall and tall, imposing. I hadn't fully woken up yet, so I vaguely thought it was Han Chen, and didn't pay much attention to it.

It wasn't until he stared at the floor for a long time that he suddenly realized, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly raised his head to confirm that it was indeed Mr. Xiao who hadn't been home for half a month.

He was wearing a long windbreaker today. He didn't know where he came back from. He had a rare air of travel and dust, but it couldn't conceal the fierce aura from the inside out.

Young Master Xiao's gaze obviously didn't fall on me right now. I saw him frowning slightly, so I followed his gaze and saw Meow, who was biting his trouser leg and dragging happily.

I couldn't help but took a deep breath, and said to my ancestors, you are not afraid of anything, I feel uncomfortable in my arms, or have you lived comfortably?

I was thinking about whether to hug him directly now, or to hold Xiao Wu first, when Mr. Xiao, who was standing silently in front of the window, suddenly took a few steps. Meow was obviously used to dragging me, and he was familiar with the road. With his trousers being dragged forward.

Xiao Wu took a few steps and then went back the same way. I was just wondering when I saw a small puddle of water on the ground, probably left by someone who knocked over the cup, and now it has been dragged dry by Miaowu's white hair It's clean.

"..."

This is really using it as a mop. I really can't laugh or cry, my expression changed again and again, and finally I couldn't help but reminded: "Mr. Xiao..."

The mature and stable Mr. Xiao seemed to have paused for a moment, then slowly stopped, and looked at me: "What's wrong?"

There was no trace of panic on his face when he was caught. He was obviously playing with Meow as a mop, and his expression was as honest as he was replying to a company's confidential documents.

If it wasn't for the little thing holding his trousers in the back, shaking his wet hair aggrievedly, I might really think that I was dreaming, so I had to say in a tactful tone: "My cat."

He didn't even look at me, he just picked up Meow who was hiding behind him, looked at it solemnly before his eyes for a moment, and then commented confidently: "Well, the mop."

I was so angry and funny, I really couldn't associate such a "seemingly childish" behavior with the mature and calm Mr. Xiao, and I felt that I might have met a fake Xiao Wu.

So much so that I took the blower to dry meow carefully, and when I returned to the piano room, I was still a little foggy.

Xiao Wu was sitting at my original position flipping through my piano score, lowering his eyes slightly, looking from my angle, his handsome profile was clearly defined.

So I stood at the door without moving, and it was only at this moment that I finally felt a sense of reality.

Frankly speaking, when I opened my eyes and saw him just now, my first reaction was actually to ask why he came back. I just learned a lot from a pitfall. Experience tells me that God knows which sentence will touch his back scales, and then Or, although I didn't mean it that way, this sentence is more or less rushing, so it's better to say less and make less mistakes.

In a vague way, he thought a little vile and funny, but it was a pity that he couldn't see the expression of Young Master Xiao when he heard this, maybe he could stay busy for half a month without going home?It's very interesting!

Of course, with such an idea, I only dare to think about it before, and I will never really try it. I am not sure that Xiao Wu will be able to get out of it if I get annoyed, or whether I will let things go and make peace, and peace is the most important thing. good.

I think I can almost get used to it. It has always been like this. When Mr. Xiao is in a good mood, he will go home to sleep for a few days and eat a few meals. If he is in a bad mood, he will not see anyone for half a month.

But what's the problem?This is his home, so naturally he should come and leave whenever he wants.

Just lowering his head and thinking about the ins and outs of what happened today, he saw Xiao Wu knock on the lid of the piano, and said with a half-smile: "Is that how Han Chen taught you?"

My heart skipped a beat, and I finally remembered that I fell asleep while practicing the piano, and when I woke up, I saw Xiao Wu standing by the window.

To be honest, I really want to take the blame for this alone. After all, I am the one who made up his mind and refused to learn from it. Han Chen can only be regarded as an accomplice of "connivance of crime" at best, just pushing things along.

However, I glanced sideways at Xiao Wu's face, and after a while I decided to choose a compromise: "The store has been busy recently, so I don't have much time."

Xiao Wu remained silent all this time, as if trying to discern the truth from what I said, he looked at me carefully for a while before saying: "Come here."

I couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so I had to walk over according to the words.

His eyes are dark, and he doesn't shy away from other people's eyes at all when looking at people, as if those little thoughts that cannot be seen have no place to hide in these eyes: "Really busy?"

I didn't change my face, and my tone was sincere: "I'm very busy."

If nothing else, I'm telling you that it's true that there's been a lot of trouble in the store for almost a week or so.

It's not a big deal, it's nothing more than a small change of suppliers, relocation of counters, etc. It's not tricky, but it is time-consuming and labor-intensive.

At least, if it weren't for this, I wouldn't be so sleepy lying down next to the piano and falling asleep.

Xiao Wu's face was always calm, it wasn't the anger that I could see through at a glance that night, and of course it wasn't the obvious joy when he teased Meow just now, it was my most unpredictable appearance.

I felt helpless, and thought a little funny, probably it was another time to test my IQ, why can't I say something well?

Zheng Wu was slandering himself, but suddenly felt a cool touch from the fingertips, my heart trembled, I couldn't help shrinking, but the grip was tighter, and my fingers were tightly intertwined.

Xiao Wu's low voice came from next to his ear, probably because the voice was so soft, it actually had a hint of gentleness: "Don't move."

He said: "Is it because you're tired and don't have the strength to practice the piano? Or do you really think it's more comfortable to lie down and sleep?"