Yang Jingxing looked at the girl's hands, they were the hands of a performer. The skin on the back of the hand seemed to have no lines, the slender wrist to the fingertips were uniformly white and tender, the fingers were long and straight, and the nails were smooth and shiny with a clear crescent white color. Yang Jingxing didn't seem to be interested.

Satisfied, he only admired it from one angle, and wanted to turn the girl's hand over. During the movement, his fingertips seemed to touch the palm of He Peiyuan's half-held hand.

The palms of her hands were of course very alert, and He Peiyuan made a movement to pull her hands away. Although she didn't pull away, it was combined with a verbal urging like a warning: "Hurry up, I'll tie it myself."

"Let me study it." Yang Jingxing defended, but still picked up the thumb prosthesis with his right hand. He held the girl's thumb with his left hand and found the angle to compare the length: "Is that so?"

He Peiyuan nodded, but her expression still seemed a little dissatisfied.

Yang Jingxing pulled the thread again. Only one hand could pull it, and his left hand was reluctant to let go. The efficiency was really low.

He Peiyuan raised and stretched her arms to observe the movements of the beginner. Although her hand was held by Yang Jingxing, she had to straighten her arms to keep a safe distance. This movement must be tiring. Just like this, her elbow seemed a little

Trembling.

Yang Jingxing was still arranging the line slowly, almost as if he was delaying on purpose.

He Peiyuan made a faint protest in her throat, and forcefully snatched her right hand, which was becoming increasingly difficult to support, from its clutches, and tried to glare more reproachfully at the helpless scoundrel. The girl moved her buttocks, moved her chair, and faced the workbench.

He put his right hand on the table, as if waiting for the doctor to check his pulse. He seemed a little resistant to the doctor.

Yang Jingxing smiled and continued. He seemed to be serious and focused. He pinched the thumbs of the armor and He Peiyuan with a few fingers. His right hand was responsible for winding the thread. He could actually do it: "Is it okay? Isn't it loose?"

He Peiyuan hummed and raised her thumb a little more in cooperation.

Yang Jingxing wound it carefully and meticulously, wrapping the red silk thread around the armor and the girl's fingertips, as if he was immersed in some high-end handicrafts, but he also had time to look at the girl's face.

He Peiyuan was watching and caught the current situation: "Hurry up..." After all, art was under control and did not dare to be too strict.

Yang Jingxing's emphasis on quality seems to be called artistic conception, and he doesn't care about speed.

He Peiyuan didn't press again.

It was very quiet in the studio, and it felt like there was no one on this floor.

Finally, after nearly a long minute, the thumb was wrapped, and Yang Jingxing showed off: "It's not bad."

"That's it." After not speaking for a long time, He Peiyuan seemed to be unfamiliar with speaking. He Peiyuan dragged her hand back on the table, but she felt a strong friction.

While the girl was checking her thumb, Yang Jingxing made rapid progress. He had already prepared the index finger prosthesis and silk thread, ready to start work at any time.

It seemed that nothing was wrong during the examination, but He Peiyuan was a little reluctant. She put her right hand on her chest and looked at Yang Jingxing: "Okay, I'll do it myself." It seemed like they were discussing.

Yang Jingxing stretched out his hand: "Hurry up...don't exploit me."

When they looked at each other, He Peiyuan looked a little pitiful and pleading for mercy. Yang Jingxing was indifferent and showed no signs of weakness: "You are lucky Sanxian..."

He Peiyuan pouted and frowned, reluctantly stretched out her right hand again, placed it on the table, then turned over her palm so that the palm was facing down and raised her index finger upward.

Yang Jingxing started construction, not only half-holding He Peiyuan's index finger, he almost completely suppressed the girl's palm, and even pressed his palm against the back of the girl's hand.

He Peiyuan's body was a little stiff. She sat upright and held her left hand on the armrest of the chair, as if to ensure that she could use her strength to snatch her right arm back at any time.

Yang Jingxing reduced it to using only two fingers to control He Peiyuan's index finger, which was convenient for wrapping the long prosthetic nail. He compared the length and found the correct wrapping point.

He Peiyuan's fingers were very soft and seemed to be difficult to straighten, but they could be manipulated at will. Yang Jingxing only needed to gently pinch and lift them to straighten them.

Yang Jingxing found the most ideal construction angle, which was to hold He Peiyuan's tiger's mouth with his left hand, pinch the girl's index finger with his thumb and index finger, and press his other three fingers against He Peiyuan's palm.

It started, and the silk thread was wrapped around the first and second times. Both of them were concentrating on each other, as if they were even paying attention to their breathing when doing this.

He Peiyuan's right hand and Yang Jingxing's left hand are close to each other. Of course, the skin of men and girls can feel the similarities and differences between each other, but I don't know if there is some artistic resonance between the fingers of the piano and the fingers of the three strings. Or is it this silent feeling?

Have the pulses of two people met each other between the palms and backs of their hands, or have they met in a narrow way between the fingertips and belly...

Yang Jingxing was so confident that he didn't even ask for expert opinions, and his index finger was already easier to wrap, so although he seemed to be more careful, he didn't lose efficiency, and it took him less time to use it than his thumb.

He Peiyuan kept looking at it. When she knew it was finished, she started to curl her fingers: "Okay..."

Yang Jingxing let go: "...Is it okay?"

He Peiyuan retracted her arm and nodded indifferently.

Yang Jingxing had a bad fate: "You didn't find fault when it was time to find fault. It's obviously not good enough. Continue next time."

He Peiyuan protected her right hand and muttered with her little white eyes: "What a beautiful idea."

Yang Jingxing: "...Okay, let's take a look at the score first and talk about the key points."

There can only be three manuscripts side by side on the music stand of No. 402, and there are five manuscripts in total, so I used a clip to clip two more manuscripts under the music stand, because there is almost no time to turn over the music during the performance.

It is not an innovative and elegant piece of music. Although it is a manuscript, it is quite neat and the annotations are more specific. He Peiyuan seems to easily understand the emotional tone of the piece. She only needs to explain the composition a little and she basically understands it. However,

This girl couldn't believe the tacit understanding between two people: "...you me and me, or me and you?"

Yang Jingxing was confident: "I'll follow you, you can do whatever you want."

He Peiyuan hummed: "...I don't think we need to be too careful about the three rest periods, just a slight difference will be enough."

Yang Jingxing still nodded: "You can do whatever you want..."

After talking about it on paper for four or five minutes, it is better to practice it as soon as possible to get the real knowledge. The two people face the music at an angle, forming a triangle with the music frame and a distance of more than half a meter from each other to ensure that they can perform the exercise.

On the music score, it started with three strings. He Peiyuan checked the beat again, and while stretching her right arm to warm up, she informed Yang Jingxing: "It's begun."

Yang Jingxing also put on his posture and nodded.

He Peiyuan didn't put on any show, just plucked the strings as if she were practicing at will. Before she finished playing the first measure, only four notes came out. The girl frowned and stopped, looking for the reason why she was making a fool of herself with her notes and rhythm: "...

Can the chair be fixed?”

Yang Jingxing helped fix the awkward chair.

He Peiyuan came back again, thinking about it, and put on a more serious posture. After posing for a while, she looked at Yang Jingxing, complaining and accusing her of being wronged: "You were so disgusting just now... you disgusted me, and it affected my performance!"

Yang Jingxing said: "Actually, I am also disgusted... Let's move around and find our state." After saying that, he let go of the guitar and did some stretching exercises.

He Peiyuan seemed to appreciate the gangster's courage to admit his mistakes. She smiled slightly and moved her knuckles, elbows and knees slightly.

Yang Jingxing tried hard to stretch, but said: "It's so hard to get rid of distracting thoughts."

He Peiyuan pouted again: "It's all your fault, I just said I was bothering... I have no distracting thoughts, I'm fine!"

Yang Jingxing didn't even hold the piano: "Come here..."

He Peiyuan lived up to her expectations. The first section went well, and the second section was still good. Then when she saw Yang Jingxing hugging the guitar in panic, she smiled proudly before continuing to focus on reading the score.

In the third section, Yang Jingxing is added as the bass part, seemingly as a bass, supporting the three-stringed string from being distant and simple in the first few notes to being light and joyful.

He Peiyuan left the guitar alone and continued her own rhythm and melody. The three-stringed guitar in this piece has no sense of inheritance. Apart from the fact that the timbre cannot be changed, there is almost no shadow of tradition in the musical color. In fact, this unnamed three-stringed guitar ensemble

, the emotional color is more similar to "Only You Know This is a Love Song".

After laying the foundation for the colorful prelude, Sanxian enters the main topic and presents the first theme. It is still the product of the melody upstart, which is nice to listen to. But this time, the melody upstart seems not so straightforward. This theme includes its next variation.

, the emotional color is unclear, it can't be said to be happy or sad, maybe a little melancholy, but the rhythm is slightly dynamic.

When the three strings played the first theme, the guitar also began to add drama to itself. It was no longer a supporting role, but had its own theme to echo the three strings.

He Peiyuan, who was carefully reading the score and playing, seemed to need an opponent. She took time out of her concentration to quickly give Yang Jingxing an encouraging look.

Sanxian and guitar are presented in the form of two parts in terms of their respective first themes and variation development. The counterpoint involved is still focused on composition technology theory, and the two parts have gone from being independent at the beginning to doing their own thing in terms of melody and rhythm.

Slowly approaching or even merging, that is where skills and inspiration play the main role.

The end of the first theme is that the two musical instruments are repeated at the same time. At this point, the emotional color is concrete and clear, and it is positive and joyful. He Peiyuan is obviously feeling the music and glances at Yang Jingxing with a smile.

The second theme started, this time it was reversed. The guitar played the leading role in the high notes, and the three strings cooperated in the bass. This theme soon took on a more intense color. At this time, both musicians had to show some skills, because

The second theme is actually the climax of the music.

The climax is not only the rhythm and intensity of the melody. Yang Jingxing also lets the two instruments exchange roles here. Every time the respective themes are changed, the roles of the high and low parts are exchanged. Although they are both plucked string instruments, the timbres are very different and the contrast is strong.

There seems to be a close connection between them.

He Peiyuan probably likes this kind of role reversal. Looking at Yang Jingxing again, her eyebrows are shining.

As the variation progresses, the same technique is used again. The high and low parts are getting closer and closer, the intensity is getting stronger, the rhythm is getting tighter, and the notes are getting denser. After the fifth variation, please listen to the song.

It seems that the climax is about to end and return to dullness, but the sixth variation that follows is really a stroke of genius. At this time, the three strings and the guitar continue to repeat in octaves, but this time it is not only the second theme of the variation, but also developed,

Using the method of combining the first theme to develop a two-bar phrase into four bars, it is really surprising, and the pleasure brought by music has almost increased exponentially.

He Peiyuan was so focused that her fingers were moving quickly, her jaw joints were moving, her neck was moving, and her eyes were not blinking. She didn't notice that her followers were laughing at her while playing the guitar.

After combining the two themes with variations, and then continuing with variations, He Peiyuan played with her mouth open, seeming to have entered a state of selflessness. After all, she was a professional, and she successfully sight-readed the climax of the whole song, and she may also be consciously satisfied. Next,

During this pause, the girl almost looked at the guitarist with a smile on her face.

The guitarist was actually laughing too. Why, you follower? He Peiyuan changed her expression and went back to focus on the ending.

The ending has a eloquent feeling, and in the end there are no chords anymore. The two instruments cooperate with you and me to complete a soft and unusual melody one note at a time, and they walk away together until they are invisible.

After playing the last note of the song with great style, in the lingering sound, He Peiyuan looked at the guitarist, smiled and continued: "...it's not bad...of course you are more familiar with me and less proud of it. The guitar is yours."

The second instrument, the master taught me well." But I still laughed after the sarcasm.

Yang Jingxing put the guitar on the table, then reached out and grabbed the armrest of He Peiyuan's chair. He Peiyuan's chair was fixed, and he pulled himself over.

The two of them were almost knee-to-knee, but He Peiyuan still had a sanxian in her arms, and this girl may have a gentleman's heart that is like a villain. She may have thought that the scoundrel had just been baptized by music and would never do anything dirty.

It was a shameless thing, so when looking at each other face to face, He Peiyuan didn't seem to have any panic or fear. Her expression seemed a bit simple and ignorant, not knowing the dangers of the world.

Yang Jingxing wanted to take the three-stringed string, but He Peiyuan actually let go without any resistance, or maybe she didn't hold it firmly in the first place, and then looked at Yang Jingxing putting the string on the table. The girl didn't seem to realize anything yet, and continued to be confused, with pure innocence in her eyes.

Shining.

Yang Jingxing's two hands held the left and right armrests of He Peiyuan's chair respectively. He left his chair tentatively and moved his upper body towards He Peiyuan.

There was no malice at all on the other party's face, it was simply serious. He Peiyuan watched this serious face approaching her. Except for her eyes blinking, this girl's body was almost motionless and she seemed not even breathing.

Yang Jingxing was not very anxious, but the distance was only so small, that is, in two or three seconds, he had already half stood up, and his straight eyes were only twenty or thirty kilometers away from the girl's ignorant eyes. As they continued to look at each other, they were confused.

Obviously she was not a direct opponent, and now she was being condescended to her. She was defeated in ignorance, and the girl closed her eyelids. The girl who closed her eyes was really beautiful, even the breath that started to appear was beautiful.

The girl actually stopped looking, so Yang Jingxing was not polite. He speeded up decisively and kissed the girl's slightly small and thin lips. There was lipstick, a bit fruity and warm.
Chapter completed!