Yang Yang and Xu Yan restored the activity room to its original state, posted a notice of the end of the interview meeting, and left one of Yang Yang's two numbers to avoid those who were going to come for the interview to go in vain.

By the time they left school after all this, it was already about 3 p.m.

It took a little more time to go to the yellow braised chicken shop to make up for the takeaway money.

It was almost five o'clock when I took a taxi to Professor Qing's house.

At this time, the early winter sky in the north has already turned a little yellow in the evening.

Standing in front of Professor Qing's gate, Yang Yang was holding a gift in his hand, and Xu Yan was by his side.

I've already rang the doorbell and I'm waiting for the professor to open the door.

There was already a sound of someone opening the door inside the house.

Qiao Kangyong was a direct student of Professor Qing, and he was taken care of by his professors when he was in college.

Old Joe's parents are no longer there, and it is not too much to say that Professor Qing is half his father.

The first time they met, Yang Yang didn't dare to be contemptuous.

If you don't bring something with you, it doesn't feel formal enough.

As the door was opened, the remnant sun of the afternoon fell into the broken tiles of the room, and Professor Qing, who had already had a flower in his eyes, appeared behind the door with a pair of gold-rimmed old flower eyes.

When the old man saw the young man in front of him carrying a gift in his hand, displeasure immediately appeared on his kind face.

He didn't know Yang Yang, thinking that it was a descendant from the music department who wanted to go through the back door to find him.

"Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Professor Qing, I'm Yang Yang, Teacher Qiao's ......"

Seeing that the master didn't like to bring gifts by himself, Yang Yang was just halfway through his explanation, when he felt that Xu Yan secretly pulled the clothes behind him.

Yu Guang glanced at himself suspiciously, and Xu Yan motioned for him to look inside the room with her eyes.

In Yangyang's house, Li Yana was holding a month-old baby with very skillful movements, and Zhule was sitting next to her with a bottle in her hand, and she instructed her to test the temperature of the milk.

"Professor Qing, is that your child?"

"No, you guys come in first, I thought it was someone else......"

As Yang Yang looked into the house, Professor Qing finally confirmed that Yang Yang was not a junior who came to the back door, so he took the gift with confidence and raised his hand to introduce the two people into the room.

When they walked into the house, Zhule finally finished testing the temperature of the milk and helped Li Yana breastfeed the child.

A few months old is the time when he can see his surroundings clearly, and his big black and shiny eyes look around curiously, even when he is sucking milk in his mouth.

"Yana, you work hard to continue to take care of the children, and I will take Yang Yang to see Kangyong. ”

Professor Qing didn't see the niece he had just recognized, and after giving the order, he eagerly pulled Yang Yang upstairs.

Yang Yang had something to ask, but he was pulled by Professor Qing, and it was inconvenient to ask.

I could only use my eyes to signal Xu Yan to ask what was going on.

Xu Yan nodded to Yang Yang, watched Yang Yang and Professor Qing leave, and then walked towards Li Yana and Zhule.

Although the child in Li Yana's arms was sucking milk in his mouth, he was a little absent-minded, and his eyes never stopped looking.

It wasn't until Xu Yan entered his field of vision that his eyes suddenly lit up.

The little hand that grabbed Li Yana's hair stopped grabbing it, and she didn't eat her milk.

With both hands, he pushed away the bottle that Zhu Le was holding, pressed his hand on Li Yana's arm, struggled to break free, and raised his neck to call at Xu Yan.

"Xu... Xu Yan, he seems to want you to hug him. Li Yana was a little surprised, but she didn't force her to stay, and handed the child to Xu Yan.

The child broke free so badly, Xu Yan, who had been a mother, was afraid that the child would fall, and she didn't have time to speak, so she hurriedly took it.

"The child is ......"

"It's Teacher Qiao and Teacher Luo Nan. ”

Xu Yan held the child in her arms, Zhu Le handed her the bottle, explained, and sat aside and began to look out the window in a daze.

After Zhule left with Miao Shui in the morning, Li Yana didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only talk to Xu Yan.

"Xu Yan, I heard that your boyfriend is going to the Admiralty Cup. ”

"Hmm, is it? It seems that Yang Yang had promised Teacher Qiao before. ”

Xu Yan responded to Li Yana's words in her mouth, and wanted to feed the child in her arms with a bottle in her hand, but the child didn't open her mouth if she was alive or dead.

I didn't eat much, but I was full?

After trying a few times, Xu Yan had no choice but to give up and put the bottle back on the table.

Zhule was still looking out the window, so she had no choice but to continue chatting with Li Yana.

Her husband assigned her a task, and she also felt that Zhule was in a wrong state and wanted to know the reason.

"Yana, when did you come to Professor Qing's side?"

"It's almost noon, but it's not much earlier than your Teacher Qiao, and my luggage hasn't been moved out of the school yet. ”

"It shouldn't be, didn't Zhule leave the apartment early?"

Xu Yan found the entry point of the topic and was secretly happy in her heart.

Li Yana looked at Zhule and hesitated for a moment. Xin Yiheng took Xu Yan's hand.

"Come with me and come to my room. ”

......

Yang Yang was pulled by Professor Qing in the innermost room, as soon as it was opened, there were various musical instruments displayed inside, and in the large room, which was about the same as the living room, there were two bookcases with glass doors against the wall.

"Kang Yong, the student you talked to me all afternoon is here. Professor Qing let go of Yang Yang and said to Qiao Kangyong with a kind smile.

Qiao Kangyong, who was reading the books in the teacher's house, put down the book when he heard the words.

Luo Nan sat on the side, fiddling with his musical instruments, and also stood up.

The two of them walked in front of Yang Yang together.

"Yang Yang, I heard that you have been tinkering with the company since you reported to the university, have you put down the music? Luo Nan, who was the teacher's wife, saw that Yang Yang was not angry at all, and touched Yang Yang's head with a smile, "Since my wife's pregnancy, your teacher Qiao didn't let me touch the drum, saying that she was afraid that the child's eardrum would be damaged, and his hands would be rusty." ”

"I'm the same, starting a company is harder than I thought, I have a lot of things to do, and I haven't touched a piano for a long time. Yang Yang replied with an embarrassed smile on his face.

In fact, he has been transformed by the system, plus the props given by the system, there is no problem that he has not practiced for too long.

But it's true that he is busy, while he is busy with his studies and company, and with the little time he has left, he will naturally choose his wife when he makes a choice between music and his wife.

Music is his way of expressing his life, and being with his wife is his life.

He had always seen this very clearly.

Yang Yang was telling the truth, but Qiao Kangyong didn't like it.

Going to the Admiralty Cup together is their teacher-student appointment.

"There's still time, enough for you to pick it up. ”

"No, Lao Qiao, you really want to arrest me on stage, I said that playing music is just a stage of my life, and now this stage has passed. ”

In front of his high school teacher, Yang Yang became the naïve high school student again, begging to be let go with a bitter face.

"Since I have become your mentor at this stage, I have to decide when you can graduate from this stage. ”

Qiao Kangyong's face was still expressionless, but his eyes flashed with a threatening light.

Yang Yang had a feeling that if he didn't agree, he would be cleaned up.

Does the beating of society start with one's own teacher?

Can't love and bread be taken care of after all?

n.