The girl next door came to borrow books from me a few times, and she was slow to read, and a 200,000-word novel took more than a month to read. I didn't have many books she liked there, so she stopped borrowing them. She changed jobs - just in a hotel, and her job was still to play the piano in the lobby, and the salary was 500 yuan more than before.

One day after a heavy rain, she asked me to help her clean the snails lying on her windowsill – the city's snails could climb up to the second-floor balcony, and she always had a deep fear and aversion to mollusks. After the rain, the breeze blew into the house with damp heat, and she cleaned the room neatly and tidyly, and since the two of us changed rooms, she seemed to have a habit of cleanliness and did not allow the slightest impurity in the house. Every time I entered the house, I had to change my slippers, and my relationship with her became better and better, and I became more and more relaxed. At first, we were very conservative, and every time we went to each other's room to chat, we would wrap ourselves tightly, and we would leave the door wide open, to show that outsiders were indeed just two friends of the opposite sex who had a normal relationship, and it was also to give ourselves psychological comfort and hints. Finally more and more relaxed, I went to her room in shorts and short sleeves, she came to my room in a suspender nightdress, and I could often see the two bumps on her chest through the silk pajamas. There were several times when I wanted to tell her that those two points were obvious, and I hoped that she would add one more in the future, this idea was out of a kind of protection for me, and if one day she found that this situation had been going on for a long time and I had not been reminded - the misunderstanding would be a great harm to me.

After I cleaned up all the snails that had stuck to the windowsill, she sat in her chair and read a new piano score that was to be played on the spot at a hotel banquet in three days' time. She held the score in her left hand, beat the beat in her right hand, and hummed a tune in her mouth. The doors are wide open, opposite the open windows, forming a perfect communicator. The wind brought the heat and humidity and the smell of the sea in the distance into the room, her hair was blown up, and the scores on the table were blown all over the room, and she got up and closed the door so that I could pick up the sheet music that filled the room. The wind blew her silk pajamas up, and her stiff ass in white lace panties leaked out in vain. I was startled, and my blood was surging, but I restrained myself in time and looked away. She embarrassedly smoothed her pajamas and closed the door. It was the first time we had been together in a room with the door closed, and the inadvertent scene just now made the atmosphere extremely awkward. But I quickly made this embarrassment go away with a chat.

"Is the piano hard to learn?" I said to her, "I want to learn." ”

"It's like painting. She said: "And the piano player is honest and will not lie to others that he is making software." ”

I know she meant something, and the first time I lied to her that I was doing software, just to keep her from saying the "draw me a portrait" that I listened to. But I don't mind, and I don't think I need to ask when she found out about my real job. I told her that I wanted to learn piano, how I should learn piano, how I could learn it, etc.

"First of all. She said, "You have to have a piano." ”

I know, and she knows, that I don't have the ability to buy a piano. She said that you don't need to buy a piano, there is a hand-rolled piano that can be bought for a few hundred yuan, you can buy it first to enter the door, and when you get started, you can say anything. She asked me to go with her to her place of work when I was on vacation and watch her for two days first. One Saturday morning, I went with her to the hotel where she played the piano. At eight o'clock she went to the back room to change her clothes, and at ten o'clock she came out from behind. She wore a white dress with full breasts and a tight waist. She winked mischievously at me, and I smiled at her. She sat down on a stool, adjusted the height of her seat, opened the key cover, and played the scales skillfully and quickly, then casually to a messy tune. At a quarter past eight, she played "Autumn Whispers" on time, from light to heavy, from slow to fast piano sound quickly spread throughout the hotel lobby. On the way, he told me that he would be the first to play this piece. She repeated the piece on both sides for about seven minutes.

It was the first time I had entered the door of a five-star hotel, and I was so apprehensive about the extravagant décor that I pretended to be familiar with the road so that she wouldn't see it. Years later, the kind of helplessness and panic that is forcibly suppressed in front of women will still pop up. She took me to sit in the lounge area, and I could see her and the piano from the side, and the sound of the piano made me relax a lot. She had a three-minute break after playing, and she winked at me again and smiled mischievously. Next, she played "Quiet Afternoon", repeating both sides. When she finished playing the four pieces, she had a quarter of an hour break.

She asked me to go next to her and asked me if I had ever touched the piano and I said no. She asked me to touch the keys, and I touched a few keys in the treble area, but I didn't dare to press them, for fear of making a sound, so I made a mess in public.

"Does it feel like a paintbrush?" she asked.

"It's a little colder than a paintbrush. I said.

A quarter of an hour later, she asked me to go back to the lounge area and sit on the sofa, and she played "Kikujiro's Autumn", her hands flying quickly on the keys, with a cheerful and tireless rhythm. Sunlight poured into the hall through the glass curtain wall, the hall was full of people, figures swayed, and the sound of the piano added a lot of color to the hall, but no one showed a state of being affected by the music, as if the sound of the piano did not exist, and occasionally someone would look at the piano and her. When she played "Starry Night", I asked me to sit next to her, for fear of affecting her or being discovered by the hotel leaders. He said that in principle, this cannot be the case, but it doesn't matter, the work always needs to be done flexibly. When I went to the hotel, she asked me to put on a formal suit, and I wore the suit that Yingxiu bought for me when I first arrived in the city. The hotel lobby is air-conditioned and cool, and you can keep warm in a suit.

Her fingers were white and slender, and she looked weak, but she pressed the keys flexibly and powerfully, her hands jumped on the keys, and her eyes barely looked at the score, looking around, and she seemed to be at ease. She behaves confidently and maturely in the hotel, greeting all the staff as if they were at home. I didn't dare to do anything without permission, for fear that an inadvertent person would break the rules of a five-star hotel and lose face, and it would be difficult for her to look up. Therefore, I do almost nothing for her to follow. It was the opposite of the courtyard where we lived, where I seemed to be more socially experienced than her, and always in the dominant position in our usual interactions – but always equal in status and status. Now I'm a little frustrated by the swap of identities, I sit wherever she tells me to sit, I do whatever I want, and I only speak when she asks me to speak.

Her day's work ended with the song "Canon", and she said hello to her colleague who took over her shift, and motioned for me to go home with her. She asked me what I was seeing, and I told her I wasn't seeing anything. She asked me to go a few more times.

"Don't say anything, standing on the shore and going to school can't swim. She said, "See before you learn." ”

I went to her place of work three more times, and each time I had to wear a suit and leather shoes, and sometimes I sat next to her so that the hotel customers didn't feel out of place. Most of her compositions are easy to understand and common, repeated every other day, sometimes interspersed with a few pop songs, which she says are not suitable for difficult pieces.

Before I came back, she taught me music theory, and at first she was detailed to the frequency of vibrations, and even needed to do arithmetic problems, which was boring, and I yawned all day and night. I scoffed at these things, telling her that music was by the ear and imagination, not by logic and mathematics. The reason why I did this was because music theory was too boring, and more importantly, because when I was in a five-star hotel, I was so submissive that I wanted to win back a city.

She was angry when she saw that I was determined and swore that I would no longer study music theory, and criticized me for not even having the most basic qualities of respecting my teachers, so she did not want to be my music teacher anymore. I turned around and apologized, hoping that she would change her mind and save people from the lost path of ignorance, but she did not agree. When my hand-rolled piano arrived, I deliberately opened the door and played from the low to the high, and then from the high to the low, or all the way around, like a merchant walking along the street at the end of the last century. The neighbors in the yard were so noisy that they couldn't take a nap, so I came in and asked me to stop for a while, and I apologized to them. When they were gone, I turned down my voice, moved the table to the door, and jingled it again to make sure only her room could hear it. Finally she couldn't take it anymore, opened her door, and appeared at my door, dressed in a white nightdress, with two points clearly visible on her chest.

"Enough. She said, "You honest-looking scoundrel." ”