In the years to come, Xiang Yao can always remember that noon, that voice. That scene often appeared in her dreams, and there was a small back.

At that time, she didn't know what it was, she just longed for it, just wanted to get closer.

I like it, I got close to the big piano, and in those small years, I had music and my brothers and sisters to accompany me. It's not alone.

"What are you dreaming about?"

A shrill sound sounded overhead, and three or five classmates surrounded Xiang Yao, making a not very comfortable sound.

"Don't speak, I'm afraid it's not dumb?!"

"I've seen her talk, and Ji Beiwan in Class 5 of the sixth grade. ”

"So, it's true! It should be true, her parents were never there, and they weren't there at the last parent-teacher conference!"

"Then she must be the adopted daughter of the Ji family. ”

Hearing the words adopted daughter, Xiang Yao raised her head and looked at the girl who spoke. The girl was unconsciously hidden behind the girl in charge.

She really didn't know where those words came from, she had a father, and they went to Seattle together in the summer. Is the absence of a father and mother the reason why they are looking for trouble for themselves? These days, the fact that she is mute and that she is an orphan is very popular in the class! Even if it is, it is not because they surround her with strange things!

In fact, there is no reason for the malice of children. He just followed the most primitive feeling in his heart and did what they wanted.

"Yaoyao, it's time to eat. At the door of the classroom, Beiwan waved to the girl who was surrounded.

"What are they doing around you?"

Ji Zexi picked up a piece of cauliflower and pretended to ask casually.

"Who knows, maybe I don't talk much! They think it's strange that I don't speak. Xiang Yao tilted his head and thought about it, took a mouthful of cauliflower from Ji Beiwan's lunch box, and put it in his bowl to eat!

"Yaoyao, you speak so well, why don't you tell them. It's good if you have us......" Ji Beiwan rubbed her hair.

"Beiwan, what are you talking about, we are about to go to middle school! She has no friends, she will be in trouble! Besides, how can we take care of her for the rest of our lives. ”

Ji Zexi put down his chopsticks and looked at Xiang Yao with a serious expression, like an adult. However, as soon as he spoke like this, his eyebrows would move up and down, and it would be the kind that went up and down!

Ji Beiwan looked at her brother's appearance and laughed out loud,

"Are we worried about the usefulness of our friends? Besides, friends are very important to an introverted and cute girl like Yaoyao. How can you hand it over casually!" She winked at Xiang Yao with her left eye, "Right." ”

"You can't have one, can you?"

"We are not rare, we can not be lacking!" Beiwan gave Xiang Yao the chicken leg in his bowl, "Yes, little cutie, let's go with the flow and take our time." ”

Xiang Yao nodded, smiled faintly, looked at the two similar faces with different expressions, and wanted to laugh inexplicably. But she had to hold back. Laugh out loud and you're dead!

Looking at Ji Zexi, who no longer spoke, he had given up persuading Ji Beiwan and continued to eat!

"Tomorrow night, are you still practicing?"

"Mm-hmm, but, I'm going to Mr. Wang's today!

Xiang Yao got serious and practiced the piano, she had her own piano teacher. And Ji Zexi was taught by a person, the teacher's name was Wang Shuo, who was one of the leading figures in Chinese classical piano music when he was young. There are not many apprentices under him, but each of them is a leader in the industry. Therefore, when Wang Shuo agreed to accept Xiang Yao, Aunt Ji was very happy!

"Oh, then I won't wait for you!" Ji Beiwan quickly picked up the food in her lunch box, and her voice was not very clear.

"Obviously, it's Yaoyao waiting for you in the stadium every time! ”

"Zeshi, it's a bit too much today! Have you already seen me unpleasantly! You interrupt me as soon as I speak!"

"It's you who always talk but don't ...... your brain"

"You ......"