What did Shen Qingci and Qin Jian talk about in the office, Qin Jian didn't say anything, and Fang Xiaoyu didn't feel that he should ask.

But she's not a child anymore, she knows something about the world.

Like the stack of money on the piano just now.

She understood, it was the cost of the lesson.

Without Qin Jian's recommendation, she couldn't imagine under what circumstances she would be able to take a lesson with the top pianist in China.

Although Fang Xiaoyu's family conditions are a little worse, her mother still told her from a young age that she could not take advantage of others.

Fang Xiaoyu was an obedient child, she felt that she had taken advantage of Qin Jiantian, so she couldn't pretend not to know what to say in this class fee.

At lunchtime, she took the opportunity to come to the bathroom to use the toilet to call home.

"Mom. ”

She spoke in a cute dialect, "Uh-huh, we're eating, Teacher Qin invited me to dinner." ”

The mother and daughter chattered on the phone for a while.

Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, she was thinking about how to speak, while listening to her mother's lecture.

"Mmmm, I know, I'll go pay for the meal in a moment. ”

Moment.

"Mom, I'm going to tell you something. ”

Then she told her mother what had happened in the morning, including Shen Qingci's last words and the stack of money.

Then I didn't know what my mother said on the phone, her expression relaxed, but then her little brow furrowed a little, "I don't know, but it looks like a thick stack." ”

Fang Xiaoyu didn't say anything during the rest of the phone time, just nodded vigorously.

Until the end.

"Thank you, Mom. ”

After hanging up the phone, she washed her face, the cold cold water made her sober a lot, and also swept away the hypocrisy in her heart.

"Come on!"

Cheering himself up in the mirror, Fang Xiaoyu left and returned to the hall.

At the dining table, Ye Yizheng covered his mouth and didn't know what to laugh at, seeing Fang Xiaoyu coming back, Qin Jian's eyes turned to her.

"Xiaoyu, where do you want to go in the afternoon?"

Fang Xiaoyu replied without thinking: "Master, I want to practice the piano." ”

A surprising and not surprising answer.

Qin Jian said: "Okay." ”

...

After lunch, Ye Yi went back to the hotel first, and she still had some work in the afternoon.

Qin Jian arranged Fang Xiaoyu to his piano room.

"Practice here with peace of mind, no one will bother you. ”

...

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, the delegation of the Southern Normal Conservatory of Music ended today's work, and the remaining task was to wait for tomorrow's opening ceremony and an exchange performance the day after tomorrow.

Due to the early end, several teachers planned to go around the neighborhood to have fun, or most of them had the attitude of traveling around at public expense.

One of the male teachers took the opportunity to invite Ye Yi again, and everyone could see that he was interested in Ye Yi, and he was constantly attentive along the way.

However, Ye Yi refused his invitation, and the reason was the same as last night - he already had an appointment.

In fact, Ye Yi himself didn't know, if Qin Jian had time to find her, she would have an appointment, and if Qin Jian didn't look for her, she would practice her musical instruments in the hotel.

Although she was only responsible for one marginal part of the performance of the Southern Academy faculty team this time, she hoped that she could do it perfectly.

Not long after she returned to the hotel at 4 p.m., she had just pulled out her instrument from her bag when the phone rang.

It's Qin Jian's phone.

...

Since such a call is regarded as a dating signal, then everything that follows is a date for Ye Yi.

A date whose coordinates are not in Nanshi and is full of a sense of remoteness.

Although he was in a different place, Ye Yi did not have that strange uneasiness.

As for where and where the other party wants to take her and what to do, that's the breakdown step of dating.

Qin Jian has taken her to the hospital, KFC, food stalls, high-end restaurants, and cafes.

It seems that it is the first time to visit the mall.

Without Fang Xiaoyu, the distance between the two people walking through the noisy crowd was still the same as last night, no farther, but not closer.

One speaks and the other listens, the speaker does not look like confiding, and the listener naturally does not need to give any relative reaction, but there will still be normal psychological reactions.

Qin Jian talked about his current life, and by the way, he also brought a little music and piano, as well as a long-term vision for his future career.

Especially in the area of career, Ye Yi once again felt some changes in Qin Jian's mentality.

Actually, this should be a very strange feeling, or it has always been like this.

In those days when they didn't see each other, the few words in the messages between the two were always just a few words of hushing and asking for warmth.

And whenever Qin Jian appeared again, Ye Yi could intuitively feel some changes that had occurred in the other party.

Even if the other party has been avoiding certain issues.

Ye Yi has never been sensitive, it's just that her life is simple, so simple that the things she has to face for life have already taken up most of her day's energy, so she doesn't have the time and excess energy to chase stars, find food, or even pursue the person she likes like an ordinary young girl.

For the sake of the people she cares about, she can only work harder, and she is willing to work harder.

She understands that life is not easy to come by.

Maybe hard work will really bring good luck to people, Ye Yi, who has always worked hard and strong, met Qin Jian, and his life changed, and it only took a year to go from the small stage of a music restaurant to the scene of a solo concert, and became a beloved teacher Ye.

Because of her hard work, she is more focused.

And this focus that only belongs to her, to things, but also to people.

Ye Yi hoped that she could work harder and time faster, because there were two things stuck in her heart.

But occasionally she wished that time could pass a little slower.

It doesn't take much, a few minutes is enough.

"Understood. ”

Qin Jian nodded, "Grandpa Ye can get out of bed and walk now, right?"

Ye Yi pursed his lips and nodded, his eyebrows and eyes were full of joy.

"That's good. ”

At the bubble tea shop on the side of the street, Qin Jian sighed and said with an inquiring gaze, "Shall we sit for a while?" ”

Ye Yi looked down at the time, four minutes and half past six.

Moment.

She gestured four fingers to Qin Jian, then raised two fingers and gestured twice in front of her mouth, then pointed out of the door, and then gestured twice in the air with her two hands imitating the way she played the piano.

The same sign language, Ye Yi always does it naturally.

"Sit for another four minutes, and then go eat, Fang Xiaoyu?" Qin Jian translated.

Leaf nodded.

It's almost time to eat, and she is thinking about Fang Xiaoyu in the piano room.

"Good. ”

There were still three minutes left in the date time, and Ye began to eat the snacks on the table, which provoked the couples at the adjacent table to look sideways

No one thought that the goddess, who has always been elegant and quiet, would have such a side.

While Ye was eating, he called Qin Jian to eat too.

Soon the contents of a few snack boxes bottomed out.

Qin Jian spit out a chicken bone and was looking up, seeing a piece of tomato sauce that Ye Yi had pasted on the corner of his mouth, he didn't feel a little funny, and then took out a napkin from the drawer box at hand and gave it to the other party, then pointed at the other party and pointed to the left corner of his mouth.

Ye Yi looked at Qin Jian and smiled lightly, and took the paper.

Leaned forward gently, stretched his arm through the entire table to Qin Jian, and the tissue in his hand slowly swept across the corner of the other party's right mouth, wiping away a grease stain.

The action was as subtle as ever, and Qin Jian could smell the fragrance of Ye Yi's cuffs.

A stone's throw away.

It's still the taste of 1401.