Master Zuojing is sticking to me again

Yesterday afternoon, Tong Xinghao's two voices frightened He Xiran and poked Wen Xiaoyu in the ribs, so he immediately lost the qualification to eat, and was kicked out of the gate by Wen Xiaoyu.

In the morning, He Xiran was still waiting under the ginkgo tree at the entrance of the alley. When Wen Xiaoyu slipped out on a small electric motor, he saw him jumping to pick the ginkgo fruit on the tree.

Wen Xiaoyu whistled, and He Xiran immediately stopped and turned around.His breathing was a little unsteady, and his wet pupils shone with tiny light in the morning light, as bright as the light that shone when he was shy yesterday.

Wen Xiaoyu tilted his chin: "Get in the car."

He Xiran came over, took his hand out of his clothes pocket, and then reached into his trousers pocket.

"Another money? I really want more money." Wen Xiaoyu said.

"You are so beautiful." He Xiran said angrily in a low voice, "I won't give it to you again."

He took out a tube of ointment from his pocket, and said to Wen Xiaoyu, "I...found this at home, it can speed up the healing of wounds, and it's not easy to leave scars."

When Wen Xiaoyu went to pick it up, he put it back, stepped into the car and said vaguely: "I'll take it, anyway, I have to paint it for you."

"Finally I have a mind." Wen Xiaoyu turned the handlebar and drove forward. He saw He Xiran raised his hand in the rearview mirror, as if he wanted to hit him, but remembered that his back had nowhere to attack, so he pursed his lips and tried again. let go.

In the review week, the students are always listless, the teacher is anxious, and only the club class is as active as ever.

Wen Xiaoyu has already handed in the transfer application form this week, and now he can transfer to the photography club as long as the school approves it. Before that, he will continue to take piano lessons.

He knows some pianos, but he is not very interested. He prefers a free-spirited guitar to a calm and elegant piano.

When he was young, there was a piano at his grandma's house that his parents ordered from abroad. They hired him a teacher, but practicing the piano was an extremely boring thing in his eyes. He couldn't just sit down and practice for hours. piano.

His parents were not around to supervise, and his grandma always spoiled him, so he only studied casually for a few years and then stopped.Later, his parents always used this incident to scold him for his impetuous temperament, which made his young brother's talent even better.

When my younger brother occasionally comes to live with his grandma, even if no one asks him, he will practice the piano for two hours every day.Wen Xiaoyu was even more irritable when he was practicing the piano. Every day when he heard the sound of the piano, he would go out to play outside. He almost never heard his brother play a complete piece of music.

Until the last summer when the typhoon raged, Wen Xiaoyu was trapped at home and couldn't go out. His younger brother only dared to practice two pieces a day and stopped practicing.

He remembered that once, when the last note of the piece fell, his younger brother turned around carefully and asked him, "Brother, is this piece good?"

"It doesn't sound good." Wen Xiaoyu said lightly.

"I've tried my best to play it." The younger brother murmured, "Why don't you like it?"

"It's not that I don't like it." Wen Xiaoyu said, "It's that you don't like it."

The younger brother stared at him blankly, as if he could not understand what he said.

Wen Xiaoyu asked: "Do you like piano?"

"I..." The younger brother stayed for a long time without giving an answer.

But at this moment, the figure of He Xiran playing the piano overlapped with his younger brother, his fingers danced nimbly, and beautiful notes slowly slipped out from his fingertips.Everything is perfect, like his tall and straight figure, like his flawless face.

If Wen Xiaoyu can record this clip with a camera, I believe many people will admire his piano skills, and at the same time, they will also find that his eyes are empty.

The feeling of being proficient but not loving resurfaced in Wen Xiaoyu's heart again.

When the piano sound stopped, there was warm applause in the classroom, and the piano teacher praised again and again.He Xiran got up and bowed to the audience, his expression and posture were impeccable as if he had practiced it thousands of times.

He returned to Wen Xiaoyu's side, looked at Wen Xiaoyu for two seconds, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Only then did Wen Xiaoyu realize that she had been frowning, so she let out a sigh of relief, shook her head and sighed: "It's nothing."

This lesson is about four-hand playing, and the practice piece is "Serenade".Theoretical knowledge is boring and boring, Wen Xiaoyu always wants to doze off because of lack of interest.

He Xiran nudged him lightly with his elbow and said, "You are not allowed to sleep, you have to practice piano with me."

"I haven't practiced with you before, have I?" Wen Xiaoyu yawned.

He Xiran gouged him out of the corner of his eye, and emphasized: "This time it's a four-hand combo, and someone must practice with it."

"Go find someone else. You play so well and you are the teacher's favorite student. There must be many people who want to practice with you." Wen Xiaoyu said indifferently.

After the teacher finished explaining the theory, he called He Xiran to the stage to demonstrate with her, and then began to let the students practice freely.

Wen Xiaoyu leaned sideways on the piano, watching the movements of other students, most of them quickly found a piano partner to cooperate with, and no one came to He Xiran for the time being.

He Xiran pretended not to care and lowered his head to practice his own, during which Wen Xiaoyu found that he had played several wrong notes.

After waiting for a while, two girls with reddish cheeks eagerly looked here, their eyes flickering.Wen Xiaoyu took two steps back silently to make room for them.

One of the girls took a deep breath, walked up to He Xiran holding her hands, and asked softly, "He Xiran, may I practice the piano with you?"

He Xiran raised his head, revealing a face that was as cold as if covered by heavy snow in midwinter, even his eyelashes were covered with a layer of ice.

"I have a piano partner." He said bluntly.

Wen Xiaoyu: "?"

After the girl walked away with a face full of disappointment and embarrassment, another girl who was eager to try also extinguished her courage. No one asked again, and the two girls formed a team to practice piano.

Wen Xiaoyu walked over with a few question marks on his head, and asked He Xiran: "Is there something wrong with you?"

Who would have thought that He Xiran would beat his chest and say, "Whenever I get nervous..."

God damn nervous, his face just said: How dare you put your finger on my piano to see if I can break it for you.

Seeing his annoyed appearance, Wen Xiaoyu forced herself to suppress the desire to complain, but a smile leaked from the corners of her eyes and brows.

"Laugh again!" He Xiran's slightly drooping eyes were full of depression, and he said angrily in a suppressed voice.

"You'll be in the nest too." Wen Xiaoyu snorted lightly, and sat down beside him.

It's been a long time since I played the piano. At first, Wen Xiaoyu's fingers were still a little stiff, and there were a lot of mistakes in rhythm and intonation.He Xiran led him patiently, and followed the song bit by bit.

Fortunately, he had some foundation when he was young. After practicing it twice, the notes under Wen Xiaoyu's fingers gradually became smoother, causing He Xiran to turn his head to look at him frequently.

"Are you showing off your piano skills to me?" Wen Xiaoyu turned his head slightly, and met He Xiran's gaze.

"How did you learn so quickly?" He Xiran still looked at him carefully.

Wen Xiaoyu didn't answer this question, her slender fingers danced leisurely on the black and white piano keys, her wrists were well-proportioned, the faint smile on her mouth and her elegant posture revealed a completely different temperament from usual.

"You play too fast." He said to He Xiran who was staring at him intently.

The theme of "Serenade" is soft and lyrical, but He Xiran didn't know whether he flicked his head or something, the movements of his fingertips became faster and faster, and he seemed a little out of mind.

As soon as Wen Xiaoyu tilted her head to remind her, He Xiran immediately looked away, but a fine blush appeared on her white cheeks, and the situation under her fingers did not improve, and a warm atmosphere like a dance music gradually popped up.

Wen Xiaoyu was puzzled, and found that the more he reminded him, the more chaotic he played.I had no choice but to fall silent, and use the gentle notes on my fingertips to lead him to slow down the rhythm and return to the peaceful atmosphere.

The cooperation between the two became more and more tacit. At some point, the students around stopped practicing one by one, and all looked at them intently.

Until the end of the last time, there was only the lingering sound of the keys in the classroom, and the rest was silent.After a long time, a classmate applauded in a daze, and the applause resounded in the emptiness, spreading to the entire classroom like a tide, smashing those quiet comforts to pieces.

"Wen Xiaoyu, you are like 'If you don't make a song, you will be a blockbuster'." The piano teacher said half-jokingly, "Are you going to leave me a regret before transferring to another agency, and let me know that I am not Bole?"

Wen Xiaoyu accepted the joke: "It's a pity that you have already signed the transfer application form. Let's face this reality soberly."

The students roared with laughter, and the teacher shook his head and sighed in unison, ending the class with exaggerated acting skills.

On the way home, He Xiran sat on the electric car and hummed a tune softly. The warm autumn wind carried the melodious tune in Wen Xiaoyu's ears, making people feel happy like the radiant sunset glow in the sky.

When the green light came on, Wen Xiaoyu turned the handlebars to move forward, but He Xiran behind him suddenly said, "Ride slowly."

"I'm not slow enough?" Wen Xiaoyu motioned him to look to the side, "The bicycles are crushing us."

He Xiran snorted and ignored him, and asked after a while: "You can play the piano, why did you want to transfer?"

"I don't like piano." Wen Xiaoyu said bluntly.

There was no sound behind him, Wen Xiaoyu glanced at the rearview mirror, He Xiran lowered his head, most of his face was hidden behind his shoulder, unable to see his expression clearly.

"Why don't you go to the performance team?" Wen Xiaoyu also asked a question, but rather than getting an answer, he wanted to see He Xiran's face clearly.

It's a pity that He Xiran didn't look up for a long time, and the relaxed atmosphere before was stagnating at an uncontrollable speed.Just when Wen Xiaoyu was about to give up this attachment, He Xiran behind him moved.

The chestnut hair fluttered in the breeze, revealing a smooth and full forehead, and the beautiful side face was painted with a layer of honey-like color by the setting sun, showing a furry warmth, and the silent appearance made people feel soft.

No matter how slow the speed is, there will always be a moment to stop.Wen Xiaoyu parked the car in front of the house, silently waiting for He Xiran's response.What is this man thinking?Wen Xiaoyu thought to himself.

He Xiran got out of the car and stared at the closed iron gate of his house.Blinking her slender eyelashes, her eyes turned to Wen Xiaoyu's face.

"Can you give up if you don't like it?" He asked.

This question is too big, Wen Xiaoyu didn't answer, but said: "You can listen to your own heart, it knows all the answers."