Yang Xiaorong simply made some breakfast and brought it over. Pan Yue didn't know what to eat, he couldn't take care of it, although he was very hungry in his stomach, he didn't gobble it up, it was rude, and he slowly finished eating.

"I think it's okay to farm, you are like this, it is estimated that you can only be like Tao Yuanming's 'grass is full of beans and seedlings'. You said that you are a college student, studying liberal arts, right? Have you taken the teaching certificate? If not, hurry up and take the exam, otherwise you are afraid that your age will be over, this is an excellent job, and the pay is good. Yang Xiaorong saw that he had some insight in speaking, but it was too retro, thinking that he was not from the Department of Literature, or the Department of History, or the Department of Philosophy, and then suggested to him.

"What is a teacher's qualification certificate, and what is the use of the exam?" Pan Yue asked.

"Which university did you graduate from? I don't know this, how can you teach without a certificate?" Yang Xiaorong said angrily.

"How many people beg to come to my door to study can't be, where is the use of that. Pan Yue was puzzled.

"Who are you? What else can you do besides teaching?" Yang Xiaorong was afraid that he might not be able to be a teacher like this, so she wanted to see what else he could do, and helping him plan and plan was a good thing.

"Playing the piano, playing, writing, drawing, riding and archery. Pan Yue said one by one.

"It's quite versatile, do you play the piano or the guitar?" Yang Xiaorong asked excitedly when she heard this.

"What kind of instruments are the piano and the guitar? I haven't seen them. Pan Yue thinks that the names of musical instruments are different in different places, and it is not known whether they are dialect slang.

"Come here, I'll tell you. Yang Xiaorong got up and said.

Pan Yue looked at Yang Xiaorong embarrassedly, Yang Xiaorong saw that one of his hands was still handcuffed to the chair, so she hurriedly picked it up for him and took him to the living room.

"Isn't this a piano? Yang Xiaorong pointed to a black piano and said.

"It's a musical instrument, it's never seen before. Pan Yue looked left and right and said.

"No, no, no, I haven't seen it anywhere. Can you tell the truth?" Yang Xiaorong saw that he didn't tell the truth, but just said it in a mixed way, and said angrily.

"I'm sorry to play a song, I think this thing is a doorway. Pan Yue pleaded.

Yang Xiaorong had no choice but to sit down and play her own good tune - "Liang Zhu", thinking that he had a memory problem, watching himself play the piano, maybe he could remember something.

Pan Yue listened and watched attentively until the end, and he was still unsatisfied.

"See?" Yang Xiaorong turned around and asked.

"It's a real instrument, the sound is good, the music is wonderful, and you can play it well. Pan Yue appreciated.

"I didn't let you taste it here, I didn't think of anything else, like you played this too?" Yang Xiaorong tried to awaken Pan Yue's memory.

"I could try. Pan Yue smiled.