Why?This is obviously a surrogate abuse article [Transmigration Book]

Back in the room at night, Zhou Muye took off his shirt and changed, when a head popped out from the window sill, "Ah Ye!"

Zhou Muye paused and looked sideways.

Ruan Xiao lay on the window sill, looked in for a moment, and was obviously stunned. His black eyes scanned Zhou Muye from top to bottom, and went back and forth many times. Finally, his face blushed and he squatted back under the window sill.

The soft voice floated up: "Holding, I'm sorry, you change your clothes first..."

Ruan Xiao squatted there, facing the red brick wall, with a blank expression, but his mind was full of Zhou Muye's powerful backline.

Zhou Muye was standing sideways to him at that time, and the light and shadow made his back look like a plaster of David. The ravine in the middle of the spine was very deep, and the shadow was especially obvious.

Ruan Xiao knew that Zhou Muye had a good figure and looked good in any clothes, but he didn't expect that he would look better with his clothes off, with the sexy taste of a mature man.

Thinking about it over and over again, it was inevitable that I would feel flustered and distracted, and secretly let out a hot breath.

Through the open window, Ruan Xiao could hear the rustling of changing clothes in the room, and after a while, the sound of footsteps pulling slippers came.

After Zhou Muye changed his clothes, he leaned over the desk and looked under the window sill.

Ruan Xiao squatted facing the wall, lowered his head and rubbed his face, like a rabbit with two paws up to wash his face.The black hair almost melted into the night, and the exposed part of the nape of the neck was extremely clear and bright.

Zhou Muye knocked on the window sill.

Ruan Xiao raised his head, his face was pretty red, Heishuishui's eyes dodged for a moment, compared to the recklessness when he first came here, he was much more well-behaved: "Aye..."

"Hey." Zhou Muye tore off the hem of the clothes stuck in his waist with one hand, his tone was slow, like a cynical young master, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Ruan Xiao patted his buttocks and stood up, not daring to look up at him for a while, blushing and muttering: "No... Besides, you don't draw the curtains yourself..."

Also beat up.

Zhou Muye pulled a chair, sat down loudly, and said softly "Tsk", "If you want to see it, I'm useless nailing iron pieces on the window."

"You..." Ruan Xiao couldn't say no to Zhou Muye, his face puffed up with anger.

Zhou Muye raised his chin contemptuously at him, he could see that he was in a good mood: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Ruan Xiao remembered the purpose of looking for Zhou Muye again, and hurriedly threw himself on the window sill, looking anxious: "Aye, I just remembered that my show doesn't have a soundtrack!"

The short program is okay, as long as the technical requirements are completed within 2 minutes and 50 seconds, the purpose tends to examine the basic skills of the athletes, so the soundtrack can use ready-made music works, at most a slight change in rhythm and instrumental music.

But the free skating is different. The free skating allows the contestants to give full play, so everyone has put a lot of effort into choreography, arrangement and presentation.A complete and wonderful figure skating performance is inseparable from the soundtrack. In order to make the music better fit the performance and mobilize emotions, the arranger teachers may make some magic changes to the original song.

This is the piece that Ruan Xiao is going to perform. It was adapted by Pei Zhan himself, and it is a fusion of two pieces of classical music.

It's a pity that Ruan Xiao only knew that the chorus part was the fourth movement of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony, and he didn't know the name of the verse part at all.

If there is no corresponding soundtrack, it means that the effect of the program arranged by the master for him will be greatly reduced, and what's more, he may not be able to perform on stage.

Thinking of this problem, Ruan Xiao was so worried that he had no choice but to run to Zhou Muye's window sill for help.

Zhou Muye was obviously also aware of the seriousness of the problem. He sat up slightly and looked at Ruan Xiao: "Your master didn't leave a recording for you?"

Ruan Xiao shook his head discouragedly: "I didn't keep anything, I just remember what the song is like."

Zhou Muye tapped the table with his fingertips, and after a while, he said, "Don't worry, it's too late today, go back and rest first, let's go to the piano room tomorrow and see how much we can remember."

Ruan Xiao had thin red eyes, rubbed the tip of his nose on the back of his hand, raised Qingling's eyes, and whispered, "Thank you, Aye."

The temperature of the transparent greenhouse behind him is constant for 24 hours, and a large area of ​​gorgeous roses blooms inside. With that color as the background, Ruan Xiao by the window sill is as delicate and beautiful as a boy in an oil painting, and it has a different taste at night.

Zhou Muye looked at him with dark eyes for a while, lowered his eyelashes, and shook his head slowly: "You don't even want to call me Young Master."

Ruan Xiao: "..."

At this moment, there was a knock on Zhou Muye's door.

The two looked at each other through the window.

Ruan Xiaofang said softly, "Good night, Ah Ye."

The figure is very consciously lowered to the window sill.

Zhou Muye sat in his seat for a while.

Every time Ruan Xiao disappeared from his eyes, he would always spend a few seconds thinking about what happened to the short emptiness.

Zhou Muye got up to open the door, and found Zhou Zhiguang in pajamas with a pillow under his arm outside.

On the ground beside him, there was an Ah Huang squatting.

Zhou Muye: "..."

He leaned against the door frame, looked his father up and down, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Zhiguang frowned: "What's wrong with me? I still want to ask you what's going on!"

Outside the window sill, Ruan Xiao paused when he heard Zhou Zhiguang's furious voice before he could escape.

After struggling for a while, fearing that Zhou Muye would be scolded, he quietly leaned back on the window sill, very carefully showing only a pair of eyes, looking in the direction of the bedroom door.

Father and son, one leaned lightly against the door frame, and the other looked at each other coldly.

Zhou Zhiguang is the chairman of a group with a market capitalization of [-] billion yuan. The consequences of being stubborn with his wife are obvious to all, that is, being kicked out of the room while hugging the pillow.

Shang Yao asked him to find a room to live in among the twenty or so vacant rooms in the villa, and he would not even think about going back to the master bedroom tonight.

Zhou Zhiguang was about to look for a guest room, when he passed by the door of Zhou Muye's bedroom, out of anger, he went straight to the door to find fault.

Ruan Xiao hung on the window sill and could guess the cause and effect.

I thought to myself that this chairman is serious in front of him, but not only is he unassuming behind his back, the way he hugs his pillow also has the effect of a comedian.

Zhou Zhiguang scolded Zhou Muye: "Why did our Zhou family have such a traitor like you? Huh?"

Zhou Muye lowered his head and smiled lightly, without refuting.

Ruan Xiao discovered that Zhou Muye actually had a good temper in front of his family.

Zhou Zhiguang probably wanted to vent all the anger he received from Shang Yao here, and the more he said it, the more serious his face became:

"Look at what you said in front of your mother? Is it a human speech?"

"Of course I know your mother is not someone else, so I need you to remind me?"

"Your mother now praises you as a good man that our Zhou family only has in 100 years. She says she doesn't regret having a son like you, but she regrets marrying me. Do you know that there is no harm if there is no comparison?"

"It's fine if you don't help me, but you still step on me, do you take me, the majestic head of the family, seriously?"

"Is it because you usually give too much pocket money?"

Ruan Xiao let out a "puchi" and quickly covered her mouth.

Fortunately, it didn't attract the attention of the two people in the room.

Zhou Zhiguang's ancestors have been the richest man for three generations, so even though he is now middle-aged, he still has a young master's temper. Except for Shang Yao, he has never suffered from anyone else. Due to his status, he is somewhat machismo.

But that's all appearance, deep down he's still a man who loves his wife.

For a man of Zhou Zhiguang's age and class, his mistresses and mistresses outside can tear out an eight o'clock family ethics drama, but Zhou Zhiguang has always been consistent with everything from the time he was young to the present. is an insulator.

It's a pity that the man has a stupid mouth and a tough personality, which often makes Shang Yao angry. Every time he quarrels, it will not end well, just like tonight.

Zhou Zhiguang came to Zhou Muye to vent, but Zhou Muye just listened quietly and didn't talk back.

Finally, when Zhou Zhiguang had said enough, Zhou Muye smiled lightly and said, "What's wrong with you just coaxing her?"

Ruan Xiao was stunned for a moment, and his eyes turned to Zhou Muye.

Zhou Muye had neat black hair, handsome features, black eyes with a relaxed smile at the moment, his crow-feather-like eyelashes were gently covered, and the mole of tears softened the sharp profile lines.

Ruan Xiao opened his mouth, subconsciously nibbling at the back of his hand on the window sill.

Aye, he is really gentle.

Zhou Zhiguang glared at Zhou Muye: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"No." Zhou Muye smiled and said, "Dad, I have to go to school tomorrow."

Zhou Zhiguang knew that it was time to leave, but he still kept his mouth stubborn. He pointed at Zhou Muye with a pillow, and said harshly, "You should sleep for me in this guest room today."

Zhou Zhiguang was about to leave, when he saw Ah Huang at his feet, he wondered, "What's wrong with this dog tonight? He's depressed."

Then he said, "By the way, what are you doing shutting it out?"

Zhou Muye looked down at Ah Huang.

Ah Huang is seven years old this year, according to the age of a dog, he is not young. When he is sitting there, he is as stable as an old dog.

Zhou Muye knelt down, patted Ah Huang's dog's head, patted it, and said one word:

"do not."

"chaos."

"lick."

***

In the afternoon of the next day, Zhou Muye took Ruan Xiao to skip physical education class and go to the music classroom in the school's art building.

In the first classroom at the corner of the stairs, there was the sound of tinkling pianos.

Zhou Muye and Ruan Xiao sat side by side on the piano chair. After Zhou Muye tried a few notes, he asked Ruan Xiao to recall the free skating track and hum it softly.

Ruan Xiao had practiced that tune thousands of times, and he could barely hear the tune, but it was embarrassing for him to hum it in front of Zhou Muye.

Ruan Xiao lowered his head, humming very quietly.

Zhou Muye asked, "Did you not eat?"

"..." Ruan Xiao's face was flushed red, he grabbed the hem of the coat and twisted it a few times, cleared his throat, and hummed the melody from memory.

Ruan Xiao is not a tone-deficient person, but he is not far behind.

Zhou Muye looked at the piano keys in front of him, let Ruan Xiao hum the melody for a while, raised his wrist, and pressed on the black and white keys, continuing the voice behind Ruan Xiao.

When the soothing and sad tune played in the music classroom, Ruan Xiao's eyes suddenly lit up.

He knew it was this song!

Ruan Xiao stopped speaking, listening to the tune in his ears, and fixed his eyes on the hands with slender knuckles on the keys.

As expected of the son of a pianist, he plays really well, and he can play any classical piece of music without using the sheet music.

After Zhou Muye played the four bars, he put down his hands and turned his head to look at Ruan Xiao: "Is this it?"

Ruan Xiao nodded excitedly, and couldn't help clapping his hands: "Aye, you are amazing!"

Facing the praise, Zhou Muye remained calm and said, "This is Gymnopédie, No.1."

"Gi...Gi, Gi..." This is a French word, Ruan Xiao couldn't pronounce it, and scratched his head embarrassedly, "What?"

Zhou Muye put his hands on the keys again, and started playing from the beginning this time.

In the melodious tune, he casually said: "French composer Satie's Dance of the Naked No. [-] is not difficult. It is just the repetition of section A, but the chords add a lot of color to the work."

Ruan Xiao couldn't understand what he heard, but it didn't prevent him from feeling that the music was played well.

This song is very easy to create a sense of imagery, romantic, gentle, and sad, as if walking in the sun on an autumn afternoon, going to the cemetery to see an old friend, the road is unhurried, and there is plenty of time to recall the past.

After Zhou Muye finished playing a piece, he looked at Ruan Xiao: "Is this all right?"

Ruan Xiao shook his head and slumped his shoulders, the excitement just now dissipated again.

He said: "The master made an arrangement, incorporating the Fifth Symphony in the middle, and the rhythm of the music is also arranged differently."

It is basically impossible to reproduce an adapted piece of music, and there are many artistic treatments that Ruan Xiao can't express.Therefore, they can only restore it to the greatest extent, at least the rhythm cannot be messed up.

Many movements in figure skating have to be done stepping on the dots. If the rhythm is messed up, it will not match the choreography, and the effect will definitely be stretched.

Ruan Xiao knew this, while the gloomy clouds were gloomy, his mood was very low.

He wanted to perform that show well so much, so he had a heavy mental burden.

On the side, Zhou Muye secretly took a deep breath and rolled up his sleeves.

He sat forward, stepped on the pedal, and said patiently: "That's smooth from the beat."

Intermittent piano sounds came from the music classroom, attracting bands rehearsing on the same floor.

Shen Tiancheng and the band members crowded at the back door of the classroom, looking inside through the glass.

Ruan Xiao tugged Zhou Muye's sleeve at this moment, pointed at the keys and said something.

Then, the rhythm of the notes at Zhou Muye's fingertips crescendoed.

"What's going on?" The lead singer exchanged glances with the others, "Xiao Yuanxiao is teaching Master Zhou how to practice the piano?"

"Ruan Xiao doesn't know how to play the piano, right? Besides, Master Zhou has a mother who is an internationally renowned pianist, so I don't want Ruan Xiao to guide him." The bassist rubbed his chin thoughtfully with one hand, "It looks like Master Zhou is playing for Ruan Xiao." Playing the piano overnight."

She shook her fingers and concluded, "I feel like writing a song for you."

The drummer leaned against the door, looking at the backs of the two teenagers sitting side by side in front of the piano under the sunlight pouring in from the classroom, and made an envious voice: "It's so romantic."

"Romantic fart." Shen Tiancheng had a see-through expression, "It's just a trick to pick up girls."

He glanced into the classroom again, his eyes fell on Zhou Muye's tall back, he shook his head, and said the same thing: "Zhou Muye is an idiot."

The lead singer rubbed his stomach at this moment: "But having said that, when I saw Ruan Xiao, I thought of fried chicken, and I wanted to eat fried chicken..."

"After you say that, I too..." the drummer hesitated to speak.

The two looked at Shen Tiancheng.

"Okay." Shen Tiancheng has always been generous, and took out his mobile phone to order takeaway, "Let's order first, and when the fried chicken arrives, call these two in the classroom together."

After talking, the band members left as quietly as when they came.

But not long after they left, the seemingly romantic and beautiful filter in the classroom shattered.

"Oh, that's not right!" Ruan Xiao interrupted Zhou Muye with an anxious tone, "From here on, it should be faster, even faster than just now. How many times have you said it, why are you always playing it wrong!"

"Boom!!!"

With a bang, Zhou Muye pressed down the entire row of keys, and did not move.

Ruan Xiao was startled by the loud noise, and looked at Zhou Muye dully.

In the music classroom, the aftertaste of the sound of the piano dissipated.

Zhou Muye stood up and made a gesture of invitation to the piano with one hand. When he looked down at Ruan Xiao condescendingly, his eyes were cold: "You can play it yourself."

Ruan Xiao looked up at him, opened her red lips in a daze, then realized something, lowered her eyelashes, the end of her eyes were stained red, Xuejing's small face was full of shame and apology.

"Aye, I'm sorry..." Ruan Xiao apologized honestly, his voice was a little bit in his mouth, he lowered his head, and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.

From just now to now, he interrupted Zhou Muye many times, and each time his tone became more and more impatient. If it was someone else, he might have left him long ago.

Zhou Muye looked at Ruan Xiao's hair, unmoved.

Ruan Xiao pursed her lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "The competition is only a week away, and I just remembered that there is still a repertoire, and I can't figure it out now, so..."

So I couldn't control my temper just now.

Ruan Xiao has always lived in a daze, with a good temper and a good personality, but he tends to collapse when he takes one thing too seriously.

Ruan Xiao knew that this matter had nothing to do with Zhou Muye. Zhou Muye was willing to help him out of affection. Hard work, no matter whether he can sort out the tune in the end, he should thank Zhou Muye.

But the actual situation is that he was too anxious and eager for success, so he forgot to measure.

Ruan Xiao squeezed his palms, thought for a while, and said in a low voice, "Otherwise, forget it, I'll go to the coach and see if I can change the show."

Zhou Muye, who had been silent for a long time, finally said, "Are you going to give up now?"

Ruan Xiao paused and raised his head.

Because of his fair skin, his eyes were obviously red when they turned red. At this moment, the black pupils were soaked in water color, moist and bright.

Zhou Muye stared at him for a while, looked away, sat down again, and said in a low voice, "For you, changing the program will lose its meaning. It's better to give up the game and don't bother."

Ruan Xiao lowered his head, a wry smile appeared from the corners of his raised lips.

Zhou Muye was right, he participated in this qualifier just to perform the program his master made up for him, if he changed the program, he might as well not be on it.

"Say it, it's useless to be anxious. It can't solve the problem." Zhou Muye started playing the piano on his own, repeating what Ruan Xiao said just now that the rhythm was wrong, "Think about it slowly, as much as you can remember, and the rest. If it doesn’t work, change your action.”

Ah Ye didn't even find him troublesome, and he couldn't give up so quickly.

Ruan Xiao regained his energy and carefully recalled the rhythm of the music while Zhou Muye played the piano.

Just thinking about it, his attention was attracted by the big white hands with slender knuckles.

Zhou Muye's fingers are very suitable for resting on the keys, and they are very flexible when moving between black and white. Because the sleeves are rolled up, the exposed wrist is thin and powerful, and the wrist hangs loosely, which is indescribably elegant and pleasing to the eye.

Ruan Xiao looked at it, squinted his eyes slightly, fascinated, and then followed Zhou Muye's arm to look at his profile.

Under the sunlight that came in from the window, Zhou Muye lowered his eyelashes, the corners of his eyes were long and narrow, and his profile was dignified and unrestrained, especially when he was playing the piano quietly and attentively, that scene could easily make one's heartbeat stall.

"Aye..." Ruan Xiao looked at Zhou Muye, lost his mind, and finally asked the question that has been stuck in his mind for a long time, "Why are you so good to me?"

After finishing speaking, he came back to his senses, dodged his eyes guiltyly, and took a low breath secretly.

As soon as such a question is asked, it seems that the relationship between the two should be pushed to an end.

Ruan Xiao was nervous and apprehensive, but the sound of the piano in the classroom didn't stop, and the rhythm wasn't even disturbed at all.

Ruan Xiao looked aside again, Zhou Muye was still focused on the keys, making it unclear whether he didn't hear it or didn't want to answer.

After getting along for so long, Ruan Xiao discovered that Zhou Muye was indeed very kind to him.

Always care about his physical condition, never let him be wronged outside, respect his wishes in everything, show him TV, give him massage, not only that, but always patiently accompany him to solve problems.

Ruan Xiao drooped his eyelashes, thoughtful, after a while, he circled his stomach, and said with a clear smile: "Is it because of the child?"

Zhou Muye didn't raise his head: "No."

The sudden answer caught Ruan Xiao off guard. After confirming what Zhou Muye said, his heart was running at high speed like a motor with full horsepower, and his blood surged.

Ruan Xiao murmured: "Then why..."

Zhou Muye pressed his fingers on the keys without interruption, with ease.

Turning his face to look at Ruan Xiao, raised his eyebrows lightly, with a dull expression:

"Because caring for fools is everyone's responsibility."

Ruan Xiao: "..."

***

week!

牧！

wild!

I owe so much!

Ruan Xiao really felt like a fool now, being played by Zhou Muye made him feel like he was riding an elevator.

In an instant, the heat rose to his head, and he rushed over and pinched Zhou Muye's neck.

The rhythm of the piano sound was chaotic, and finally had to stop.

The two were making a fuss on the piano chair, but luckily there was a wall next to it, and Zhou Muye was knocked against the wall so that he would not fall off the chair.

"You're kidding me!" Ruan Xiao blushed, huffed and knelt up, almost riding on Zhou Muye.

"I'm not kidding you." Zhou Muye pulled the corner of his mouth lightly, with a cynical smile, "I'm serious."

Ruan Xiao was angry: "Who wants your love!"

Zhou Muye took Ruan Xiao's two hands, one left and one right, but Ruan Xiao couldn't maintain his balance and fell on top of him.

Ruan Xiao couldn't see it, but felt that Zhou Muye was laughing, and the vibration from his chest made his heart go numb.

Must be laughing at his stupidity!

Ruan Xiao raised his head unconvinced, but because he didn't grasp the distance well, his lips stuck to something all of a sudden.

For a moment, Zhou Muye fell silent.

It was the kind of silence that stopped even breathing.

The atmosphere surrounding the two became weird.

Ruan Xiao didn't bother Zhou Muye anymore, he was so nervous that he didn't dare to take a breath, at the same time, he felt the freshness on his lips, so he unconsciously pursed it.

The thing rolled up and down a bit.

It's the Adam's apple.

"..." Ruan Xiao froze for a moment, raised his eyes, and met a pair of dark eyes.

In Zhou Muye's usually cold eyes, there seemed to be some hot sparks, but they were fleeting.

Ruan Xiao suppressed his arrogance, finally realized that he was intimidated, and was about to stand up.

at this time.

Zhou Muye said out of nowhere: "You first."

Ruan Xiao is still wondering what is meant by "you first", it's like a fight between children, if you say that you hit someone first, you should get revenge in the next second.

Then, Zhou Muye roughly pulled him up.

Ruan Xiao exclaimed, but what was in his mind was Ah Huang who was dragged out of the living room last night, and suddenly he could feel the irresistible power of Ah Huang when he was dragged out of the living room.

While thinking wildly, Zhou Muye pushed back again.

With a sound of "boom", Ruan Xiao staggered and sat on the keys, the dull roar matched his heartbeat, and the shock made his eardrums hurt.

He looked at Zhou Muye with a different expression from the past, becoming a little contemptuous and careless, but his eyes were very bright.

His cheeks were hot when he looked at him like that.

Zhou Muye approached, clasped Ruan Xiao's ten fingers with both hands, and raised his arms above his head.

In an instant, Ruan Xiao felt that he was completely opened up, exposed to Zhou Muye's sight like a puppy with its belly turned open, this posture was fragile and insecure.

"Aye..." Ruan Xiao's thin voice trembled a little.

Zhou Muye stood in front of him, looked down at him, almost forehead to forehead.

Ruan Xiao is like a beautiful 3D doll, put on the piano, her face is flushed, as delicate as a little rose, under the sun, her skin is so delicate that no pores can be seen.

The clear eyes sparkled and flickered, and it was impossible to tell whether they were afraid or looking forward to it.

Zhou Muye thought he was looking forward to it.

Drooping her eyelashes, she glanced at Ruan Xiao's slightly parted red lips, which were moist and translucent, and could recall the warm and soft touch when it was pressed against the skin.

Zhou Muye whispered, "Happy?"

Ruan Xiao was confused: "What, what?"

Zhou Muye continued to speak softly: "Are you happy to see me breaking the precept?"

Ruan Xiao felt a little dizzy as if a building had collapsed.

Instantly realized what is meant by "you first".

You provoked me first.

Ruan Xiao couldn't help but argue: "I didn't..."

"You'd better be honest." Zhou Muye took a few small steps forward, so that he couldn't get any closer, "Otherwise I'll file a complaint when I go back."

It's like a local rich man who threatens long-term workers.

This kind of atmosphere was fresh and exciting, Ruan Xiao felt his heart was going to break, and hummed softly: "What are you suing?"

"You not only seduced the young master." Zhou Muye said, "You got pregnant before you got married."

"..."

Having been charged with these two crimes, Ruan Xiao showed an expression of being bullied miserably and having nowhere to seek justice.

Zhou Muye glanced lightly at his facial features twice, and finally said kindly, "I won't tease you anymore."

Ruan Xiao was visibly relieved, and looked up, thinking that Zhou Muye could let go.

Zhou Muye said at this time: "Come closer."

Ruan Xiao: "Huh?"

"Ah what?" Zhou Muye said, "Are you still kissing?"

"..." Ruan Xiao's brain crashed.

Zhou Muye gave a light "Tsk", with an expression of "I really can't do anything with you, so I'll condescend to accommodate you", tilted his head and lowered his face.

Ruan Xiao held her breath, under the sun, her long eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings in the wind, and finally closed her eyes tightly.

Just when the breath is about to mingle——

"Surprise!"

The back of the music classroom was suddenly knocked open with great force.

The two people in front of the piano quickly separated, and there were a few dull sounds of the keys.

Shen Tiancheng was carrying two big bags of fried chicken, with the band members behind him.

People from both sides of the classroom met each other, but they all looked at each other in blank dismay, something cracked in the air.

Shen Tiancheng looked at Ruan Xiao, who had a blushing face, and then at the rare Zhou Muye, who was a bit absent-minded, and asked with uncertainty, "What... are you doing?"

When they bumped in just now, they had a glimpse, and only knew that the hands of the two were raised very high, and Zhou Muye's tall back completely covered Ruan Xiao in front of him.

Soon, Zhou Muye returned to his usual aloof look, but there was a little bit of restlessness between his brows, and he turned his face to look out the window.

Seeing that Zhou Muye didn't mean to talk to Shen Tiancheng, Ruan Xiao felt that it was so awkward, so he took the initiative to take the conversation, and stammered, "You...do you mean that?"

As he spoke, he raised his hands above his head and put his arms against his ears.

"Ang." Shen Tiancheng nodded with a blank expression.

Ruan Xiao glanced at Zhou Muye, then at the four people in front, forced a smile: "I...we are practicing gymnastics."

Everyone: "..."

The lead singer quietly pulled off the drummer's sleeve, covered his lips and whispered: "Gymnastics on the piano..."

The drummer and the lead singer looked at each other.

The two girls let out a "tsk" at the same time.

This combination of scenes and actions is very AV.

Ruan Xiao was dragged to eat fried chicken.

He turned his back to Zhou Muye's direction, and he ate especially hard today, with his head buried, killing chicken legs one after another, super ruthless.

Also super cowardly...

The main reason was that he didn't dare to face Zhou Muye, so he pretended that he was busy.

Zhou Muye sat alone on the piano chair, watching the people in front of him eating fried chicken, and his eyes would spend more time on Ruan Xiao's back.

Shen Tiancheng always talked a lot of nonsense, while eating fried chicken, he chatted and laughed loudly.

There was a lot of joy and laughter over there, which made Zhou Muye's place even more deserted and lonely.

Zhou Muye looked at Shen Tiancheng, and bit his lower lip thoughtfully.

The more I think about it, the more wrong I become, and the more I think about it, the more irritable I become.

Finally, he turned around and played "Dance of the Bumblebee" facing the piano, still at 1.25 times speed.

When the tempo exploded and the exciting piano music played, the group of people who ate fried chicken were stunned at the same time.

The bass player whistled at Zhou Muye's back: "Young master is awesome!"

The lead singer sighed: "Is there anything in this world that Zhou Muye can't do?"

The drummer reminded: "Have a baby."

Ruan Xiao: "..."

Shen Tiancheng raised the drumstick: "Master, do you want to save some for you?"

Zhou Muye turned a deaf ear to their words, and his hands fluttered over the keys without stopping.

Shen Tiancheng quietly asked Ruan Xiao: "Little Yuanxiao, what's wrong with your young master?"

Ruan Xiao's mouth was full of chicken, his eyes were bent, his smile concealed a bit of embarrassment, he shook his head, expressing that he was not clear.

But I thought in my heart, if I recorded a piece of Zhou Muye's playing live and posted it on the Internet, the title would be "You guys can't kiss each other, but they play wild dance of wild bees at 1.25 times speed".

It should be able to get a lot of likes.

***

In the next few days, Ruan Xiao didn't dare to go to the music classroom with Zhou Muye.

But Zhou Muye didn't invite him again.

The two of them didn't go to the ice rink for the time being after school, but went straight home, grinding the tunes on the Zhou family's antique piano.

When Xiao Kaiyang heard that Ruan Xiao hadn't prepared the repertoire, he was anxious for him, and wanted to find a music teacher to arrange the music for him, but there was no time.

Ruan Xiao became more and more determined: "It's okay, Ah Ye has already sorted it out for me."

The main theme of "Dance of the Naked No. [-]" has been able to match the tempo of the show. The question now is how to perfectly graft the main theme and the chorus of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony.

In Pei Zhan's arrangement, there are not only piano, but also orchestral music. After processing, the two pieces of music are very ingeniously integrated.

But Ruan Xiao couldn't express it.

Zhou Muye can play the piano proficiently, and also has some knowledge of music theory, but if he is asked to create independently, it will still be a little difficult for him.

The competition will be next Tuesday, and until this Saturday, the two of them are still trying to make a draft of the score.

At eight o'clock in the morning, they sat in front of the piano, and the sound of the piano echoed in the spacious hall of Zhou's house.

After a while, Shang Yao yawned and went downstairs, still wearing a nightgown and a blindfold on her head.

She lay on the railing of the stairs and looked down, squinting sleepily: "What are you doing? Playing the piano early in the morning."

Because of the quarrel with Zhou Zhiguang, Shang Yao deliberately flew abroad to participate in the performance this week, and she just came back last night, and now she is terribly sleepy.

The music stops.

Seeing Shang Yao, Zhou Muye looked at the draft of the music score. After a while, he picked up the music score and stood up: "Teacher Shang, can you help me read the arrangement."

Shang Yao went downstairs and heard that Ruan Xiao was going to participate in the figure skating qualifiers, "Huh?" said a little more energetically: "Xiao Xiao is not bad, I'm going to participate in the competition."

Ruan Xiao stuck out her tongue and smiled embarrassedly.

Shang Yao took the score, glanced at it for two or three seconds, then threw it back to Zhou Muye, and said, "Compile these two pieces together in 6/8 time?"

Zhou Muye nodded and asked, "Is that okay?"

Shang Yao sat down on the piano chair: "Listen and see if it works."

Shang Yao touched the piano, closed her eyes, brewed for a while, and began to play.

She didn't open her eyes the whole time, and she played the front part very well, no different from Zhou Muye's usual performance, but when she was about to enter the chorus, she suddenly added a more intense chord, but it was not abrupt, fast and Naturally leads a sad naked song into a turbulent fifth symphony.

Ruan Xiao took a breath, listening to the music, the scene of usual training emerged in his mind, and his every move roughly stepped on the beat.

Although the song Shang Yao is playing now is different from Pei Zhan's arrangement ideas, it can be said that it has been restored to 70.00%. With the current degree of completion and the subsequent adjustments to the free skating choreography, it can completely reach the level of playing!

Shang Yao kept her eyes closed the whole time, and stopped moving after a piece was played.

Ruan Xiao was excited, and immediately turned into a fanboy, wanting to come forward to express her appreciation, but Shang Yao seemed to be still in the mood, so she had to wait aside.

But waiting and waiting, Shang Yao lowered her head lower and lower, and at last she suddenly let out a "slip", sucked up the non-existent saliva, and opened her eyes in a daze: "Huh? I fell asleep halfway through the play."

Ruan Xiao: "..."

Zhou Muye: "..."

Shang Yao closed the piano cover and looked at the two with sleepy eyes: "Can you?"

Ruan Xiao nodded fiercely: "Okay!"

Zhou Muye expressed his admiration: "You can do it."

I can play better than him in my sleep.

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