Wu Chi was slow, Xiao Menghan was also slow, and Wu Chi was fast. She also inadvertently quickened her pace. No matter what, Xiao Menghan always kept one meter away from Wu Chi. Most of the people on the road obviously knew Xiao Menghan, a national treasure, and looked at her
He was actually following a man, and they couldn't help but stop and watch.
"This?" Wu Chi finally couldn't help but turned around and looked at Xiao Menghan and asked, "I'm not familiar with Yu Teng, how about you take me to a place?"
After looking at Wu Chi quietly for five seconds, there was no other expression on Xiao Meng's cold, frost-covered face, and then he turned around and walked back.
"You didn't tell me earlier!" Wu Chi complained helplessly and followed.
Xiao Menghan took Wu Chi to a room called the piano room on the third floor of the music building next to the auditorium. Just when Wu Chi was wondering how Xiao Menghan was going to get in, Xiao Menghan had already taken out the key and opened the door.
Pushing open the door, what comes into view are ancient paintings and guqin scores on the walls that are filled with the fragrance of ink, as well as a simple and fragrant guqin on the huanghuali wood in the center of the room. Just looking at its posture, you can tell that this is
Guqin is worth a lot of money.
The room has a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and the curtains are yellow-green. This is the only thing that can bring a lively and modern atmosphere to the room. Through the gap in the curtains, Wu Chi, who has excellent eyesight, can see what is happening outside.
It’s Yuteng’s Cloud Shadow Lake.
Oh my god, this is simply a fairy-like enjoyment!
Wu Chi thought with envy.
Xiao Menghan said nothing, walked directly to the curtain, stretched out his slender hands like lotus roots and opened the curtain.
Wisps of sunshine from the window suddenly poured in, hitting Xiao Menghan's smooth face and white collar without any rules. Beauty is eternal. Wu Chi stared at this scene blankly, forgetting to use words to describe it.
and praise.
There is a kind of beauty that just needs to be appreciated quietly.
"Your piano skills are better than mine!" After a vague sigh, Xiao Menghan finally spoke. His tone was no longer as cold as it was backstage in the auditorium, but seemed to be a little sentimental.
"It's just a little bit better!" Wu Chi walked into the room, closed the door, and said "humbly" with a smile.
"Good means good." Xiao Menghan turned his head and looked at Wu Chi, with a hint of stubbornness in his eyes.
"You care about this matter?"
"At what age did you start practicing piano?" Xiao Menghan avoided Wu Chi's doubts and answered the question.
"How old are you? Let me think about it, the old man asked me to practice piano with that woman in his third year. Well, he must be twelve years old!"
"Twelve years old?" Xiao Menghan exclaimed, with a self-deprecating expression on his face, "I started practicing piano when I was five years old, and I have been studying it for nearly fifteen years now. People say I am a genius, but they don't know that I even
Not as good as someone who has studied for seven or eight years."
"You?" Wu Chi looked at Xiao Menghan carefully, and then asked: "Do you practice piano every day?"
You know, Wu Chi only has two hours of practice time a day.
Xiao Menghan shook her head, but she didn't explain what she was doing other than practicing piano. She was probably studying, right? Wu Chi thought, these parents now make their children study hard in order to hope that their children will become successful and their daughters will become successful.
While possessing book knowledge, they also arranged many art classes for their children after class. Thinking of this, Wu Chi couldn't help but feel a little sympathy in his heart.
"Why can't I play as well as you?" Xiao Menghan suddenly said as if he was sulking. He walked to the piano stand and sat down. He placed his slender fingers on the guqin and moved them together, and a melodious piano sound suddenly floated.
came out and spread throughout the room.
However, probably because Xiao Menghan was betting on his own anger, the music became more and more urgent, and in the end, it became chaotic.
Wu Chi on the side suddenly felt a wave of pressure coming from him, and frowned deeply. Wu Chi suddenly realized that Xiao Menghan actually used the piano to practice martial arts.
Facing the pressure around him, Wu Chi did not retreat but advanced. His figure floated to Xiao Menghan's side like a ghost, and held up her hands.
The sound of the piano suddenly passed away, and the pressure in the room suddenly disappeared without a trace. Wu Chi looked back and saw the confused Xiao Menghan with a pale face. It was estimated that Wu Chi would take action later, and she might have injured her internal organs.
Xiao Menghan gradually woke up and saw that his hands were now in Wu Chi's palms. He couldn't help being shocked, and he suddenly retracted and asked: "Me?"
"You? You are an idiot!" Wu Chi gave Xiao Menghan a cold look and said contemptuously.