145. Chapter 145 The Secret of Uncle Tong's Foster
Qi Xiuyuan pinched his eyebrows and asked, "Why did you suddenly stop learning?"
Judging from Yuan Yuan's performance just now, it is indeed incomparable with professional standards, but she is obviously the type of person who has studied for many years and has a solid foundation. It's not like she can't learn. Normally, in this case, she shouldn't take the ninth level exam.
Stop studying?
"I don't know, I didn't ask Er Er."
Yuan Yuan looked at Qi Xiuyuan strangely.
It's not just him, why does everyone seem to have so many problems?
If Er Er doesn’t want to learn, then he shouldn’t learn. Why do we have to ask why? If Er Er wants to say something, just tell her directly.
Qi Xiuyuan was so cold that he broke out in a cold sweat at the look in her eyes. He knew what she was thinking without asking.
He was so curious that he had no choice but to be "strong and brave" and continue to talk to the single-minded creature in front of him, "Then why did he want to learn in the first place... was he forced by his parents?"
"No, the teacher who taught Er Er at the time said that Er Er is a music prodigy~ He is very talented and he likes to learn."
"...What?" Music?
He is very rhythmic when he kills, and he can hit the rhythm of "Ode to Joy" with a few bang bang bang bang shots... Is he a music prodigy...
Ever since he met Tong Yangfu, his ability to associate has really improved to several levels.
Yuan Yuan did not understand his shock, but continued to reveal the news calmly, "The music school Er Er attended before."
"..." Qi Xiuyuan was completely dumbfounded.
Silently drinking a whole glass of ice-cold juice, he tried to calm down for a long time, but he still couldn't connect the child supporter with the artist's unique literary and artistic temperament...
Although the uncle can still see his elegant side even when he is violent. Looking back, it seems that the fingers of the uncle are indeed slender and very strong.
Coupled with his tall figure and an expressionless face, the scene of him sitting down and playing the piano must be particularly eye-catching.
...But he feels that he is more suitable for the image of the elegant BT killer who kills people with piano strings in movies...
Qi Xiuyuan's mind was completely confused. He vaguely felt that there was some important information hidden in this conversation.
A person who is very talented and has voluntarily learned piano, and who has been attending music school since childhood, should not stop playing an instrument for no reason. There must be something going on here.
But after thinking for a long time, Qi Xiuyuan couldn't figure it out.
Forget it, uncle, he has always followed the route of being a mysterious big name. Ordinary people like him can't figure out his secrets, so he should take care of his original wishes first.
Qi Xiuyuan changed the topic back, "...If he doesn't learn from you, will you give up?"
Listening to the performance just now, he felt that Yuan Yuan's talent seemed good.
In fact, it may not be a matter of talent. It may be that it is easier to calm down if you are single-minded. In fact, you can learn something faster than ordinary people. The same is true for acting and the same is true for piano.
"When I first started learning, my parents asked me to accompany Er Er. Later, I fell in love with Er Er, and I learned it just to play four-hand bomb with him~"
If she doesn’t play anymore, she has no interest in learning~
"You don't like playing the piano?" Qi Xiuyuan asked a little regretfully.
Yuan Yuan said in a very natural tone, "I don't like Er Er as much as I do anyway."
"...Is there anything you like more than your child adoptive husband?"
Yuan Yuan thought for a while and said uncertainly, "Playing with Er Er?"
"..." Next time I speak in this tone, please don't answer me...
Qi Xiuyuan really wanted to cry out this sentence to Yuan Yuan, but he was choked to the point of being unable to make a sound.
If his movements weren't so much like a gorilla, he would really want to beat his chest several times...