Xiaobai, who was sleeping in the living room, also stood up at this time, ran to the balcony happily and stood at her feet, followed her with great interest to look up, and barked at the cat twice.

The piano stopped abruptly.

Ding Dong stood still and vaguely saw the balcony door upstairs being knocked from the corner, and then a man in a T-shirt and shorts walked out of the living room, picked up the cat on the rattan chair, and stood upstairs and looked down.

The eyes of the two met, Wen Zihua had a Persian cat in his arms, smiled at her, and asked in a loud voice, "Did you make a noise?"

Ding Dong shook his head, reached out and scratched Xiaobai's head.

"It's Bobby. Wen Zihua grabbed the cat's two front paws and greeted her, "Nice to meet you." ”

Poppy is a snow-white long-haired Persian cat with a round face, a clear yellow left eye, and a blue right eye.

It opened its mysterious, seductive cat eyes, and the corners of its mouth drooped downward, looking unhappy, as if it were saying, "What are you looking at?" stupid human.

Ding Dong hooked the corners of his lips, patted Xiaobai's head, and introduced: "This is Xiaobai, and I'm glad to meet you." ”

Perhaps surprised by the name Xiaobai, the expression on Wen Zihua's face did not freeze for a moment.

The two looked at each other up and down, about five meters away from each other, but Ding Dong could still see the bright and bright smile on Wen Zihua's face.

"I can't believe you'd give your pet such a popular name," he said. ”

Ding Dong was not surprised, the name Xiaobai had already surprised many people, and she didn't mind having another one.

"Aren't you going to work?" Maybe she was bored at home for a long time, and her travel plans were dizzy, she stood on the balcony and felt that the air was much fresher than in the house, so she simply stood in place and chatted with Wen Zihua.

Today is Monday, Su Kexin also went to work, and idlers like her are spread out at home, so why don't Wen Zihua have to go to work?

"I didn't have classes for the past two days and was resting at home. Wen Zihua replied, bending down to put down Bobby, and the haughty Persian cat immediately pouted his ass and stepped on the elegant catwalk and left the balcony.

"No class?" Ding Dong was stunned, not quite understanding what he meant.

Wen Zihua frowned slightly, then smiled, as if he was very helpless: "I teach at a hobby training center, teaching piano and painting. ”

The first time Ding Dong heard him talk about his work, he realized that he was really a teacher.

The two have known each other for so long, and she has always thought that Wen Zihua has nothing to do except play romance every day, but now it seems that he really has his own ability to make money.

Wen Zihua doesn't seem to be the kind of second ancestor who has no ability as she thinks. In fact, she should have realized this, the last time she participated in his art exhibition, she could see that he was indeed very talented, but she had never understood him.

She was a little embarrassed by her previous judgment, and her speech was a little softer: "Do you teach children?"

"Most of the piano learners are children, from eight years old to eighteen years old, with a wide range of ages. Wen Zihua propped up the balcony railing and looked at her with interest, the expression on his face was warm and gentle.

It was the first time Ding Dong chatted with him so harmoniously, and the atmosphere was unexpectedly harmonious.

It was the height of summer, and heat waves hit the face one after another. An unknown birdsong sounded, and she suddenly remembered that the song he played just now was the one he played in the mall when they met for the first time.

Ding Dong has admired the kind of person with unique skills since she was a child, probably because she is mediocre, she thinks that Wen Zihua can play the piano and paint, and can also compose music by herself, which is many times stronger than herself who has no special skills.

In the same way, she also admires Feng Chengyu, who can do everything well.

"That's amazing. She slowly curled the corners of her lips and smiled at him.

Wen Zihua looked at her expression, and was a little stunned for a while.

He could probably know why Ding Dong was smiling so defenselessly at himself, but he never thought that the first time he saw her smile sincerely at himself, it was for this reason.

He had never been so glad he could play the piano and draw as he did now.

"I can teach you. Wen Zihua grinned and smiled brightly, "No money." ”

"No merit is not worthless. What's more, my understanding of art is only limited to the realm of being able to hear and see, and whether I can understand it or not, whether I can see it or not, it is not within my ability. ”

Ding Dong politely refused, and the smile on his face was a little lazy, with relief and helplessness.

Tilting her head up for too long, she felt a little sore in her neck.

"Let's go back and play the piano, it's good. She raised her hand and pressed her cervical spine, the soreness made her frown, "I'll go in first." ”

Wen Zihua saw her movements, and didn't say anything to keep it, but just promised: "Well, if you like it, I'll record it as an audio and send it to you." ”

Ding Dong glanced at him in some surprise, and finally smiled casually: "No need, if you listen to it too much, you may not have the initial sense of amazement." ”

She waved goodbye and left the balcony.

Wen Zihua stood still for a long time, and it was not until the Persian cat named Bobby silently circled around his feet with graceful steps, and made a long and lazy "meow", that he retracted his thoughts and looked at it with lowered eyes.

"Bobby. ”

He called softly.

"I feel like I'm in love again. ”

The cat, of course, didn't understand what he was saying, so she rubbed her calf with her proud head, and then stretched out her paw and gently scratched at his slippers.

"But prying people into corners doesn't seem to be ethical. Wen Zihua crouched down and reached out to scratch Bobby's chin.

The cat's eyes narrowed, and a pair of different pupils were even more bewitching. It rolled over and lay on its back on the ground, drooping its four paws, its tail wagging, and the corners of its drooping mouth slightly raised, as if it was enjoying it.

"Why don't you give me a trick?"

Wen Zihua looked at Bobby, raised his eyebrows, and stopped what he was doing.

Losing the pleasing of the shovel officer, Bobby instantly changed his face, "meowed" quite fiercely, quickly turned over and stood up, did not look at him, and left gracefully without looking back, leaving only Wen Zi to draw an arrogant back.

"Tsk-"

The afternoon sun was dazzling and scorching, and when Fang Cai was talking to Ding Dong, he didn't realize that Wen Zihua realized that his back had been burned a little.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Poppy, who had abandoned him, with a rather unhappy gaze, and instantly felt as if he had no other value than shoveling and letting it stomp on its milk and serve it.

"Scumbag. ”

Wen Zihua scolded hatefully.