After a few seconds, as if he had just reacted to what he had just heard, the pianist's gaze moved away from the smooth lines of the grand piano and looked at her calmly.

Ji Qianyu was slightly stunned, and the moment his eyes met, he felt a kind of apology for taking the liberty of bothering for no reason.

They worked together for a month, but they didn't even have a word of friendship with each other. She came in a hurry every time she was stuck in work hours, and she had no time to care about what everyone else was doing. And this pianist was too silent in her impression, sitting alone behind the grand piano forever, and only the sound of the piano that lingered in the bar for a long time proved that he had been here day after day.

This is their first face-to-face.

The man was younger than she expected, with a high nose and thin lips, handsome, and the color of his eyes was pure black in the light, making the whole brow look extraordinarily deep. A suit shirt can make every man look like a gentleman, but some people go to great lengths to fit in with the dress, while others just sit there and have an elegant elegance on their faces.

Being fixed by such a pair of eyes, it seemed that he had suddenly fallen into a long blank silence, and even the sound of his heartbeat suddenly became a little clearer. Ji Qianyu's hand holding the cup froze in mid-air for a moment, and was hesitating whether to hand it forward or take it back, when the young man finally raised his hand and took the glass from her hand.

"Thank you."

With his hands empty, Ji Qianyu breathed a sigh of relief silently. She has never been a timid person with stage fright, but under such a gaze, she is inexplicably more uncomfortable. This look is too deep and too thin, as if it only takes one glance to see through the most true thoughts in the depths of a qiē disguise and appearance, but he is indifferent to a qiē and looks at it coldly.

And she was disgusted by such a lookdown from the outside.

The wine has been given, and it's time to leave. Ji Qianyu adjusted his mentality and was just about to leave by himself, but he was frozen in place by a sentence. She turned around in surprise and saw the pianist holding a glass, looking at her calmly, waiting for her answer.

He asked, "German is your mother tongue?" ”

The phrase was written in German, pronounced with a rigorous and standard pronunciation, and spoke the most difficult language in the world as naturally as a mother tongue. Ji Qianyu looked at him suspiciously, and for a moment he was not sure if he was talented or had the experience of living in Germany. But none of this had anything to do with her, she answered, nodded, and picked the thing she cared about the most.

"Yes. How do you know? ”

"When you spoke Chinese just now, the tongue roll sound became a small tongue sound." The pianist nodded politely at her, then lowered his eyes, shook the wall of his cup and drank his head, without saying anything more.

So Ji Qianyu smiled and politely gave a thumbs up: "Sure enough, the professionalism is first-class, and the level of ear training is really outstanding." ”

After paying off the last bit of favor owed by this bar, she packed up her things, and after saying her final goodbye to Chu Ming, she was officially swept away. Chu Ming didn't know whether she was busy going back to catch up on sleep or planning to start the nightlife, and soon disappeared, she walked through the long corridor of the bar and walked outside alone.

When I opened the door of the log-colored bar, I realized that it had rained outside.

It was quite a small fall, knocking on the empty streets, stretching into transparent curtains, faintly reflecting the bright colors of the lights in the dim skylight. At four o'clock in the morning, the taxi was nowhere to be seen, Ji Qianyu stood at the door of the bar and frowned, and reluctantly flipped through his handbag, standing helplessly under the signboard, hoping that the rain would gradually lighten up.

After all, she can't stand the rain in this outfit, and she doesn't have much time to change clothes. This morning, there is a class at school that can't be skipped to hand in homework, and her homework paper is still blank.

She stood straight in front of the rain curtain, carrying a picture clip like a knight carrying a shield. Her long, maroon curls were neatly tied into a ponytail and hung around her waist, dangling as she turned her head boredly to look around.

She has been working here for a month, and she hasn't looked carefully at the high-end leisure places lined with private clubs. There are two rows of luxury cars neatly parked on both sides of the street, and the owners are enjoying a drunken night at this time. Ji Qianyu stared blankly for a moment, until the wooden door of the bar was slowly pushed open from the inside, and then about the time she found her deposit, the door was pushed halfway to a stop.

"Excuse me." Out of it came a short, muffled word, still in pure German. Ji Qianyu said sorry, took two steps to the side, and gave way to open the door. The pianist pushed the door open from the inside, took a long black umbrella, and appeared in Ji Qianyu's sight.

He had already changed out of the hotel's overalls, and his trench coat was buttoned up properly, and it was a deep shade of black and gray from the inside out. He propped up his umbrella and walked into the rain, Ji Qianyu watched his back all the way, but he didn't expect him to suddenly turn around after taking two steps.

"Not going back?" He asked, standing in the smoky blue sky like a black-and-white photograph, the rain faintly blurring his brow. Ji Qianyu paused, straightened the picture clip on his shoulder, and shook his head regretfully.

"Neither sketch paper nor drawing board can be rained." She said, half-jokingly asking, "Are you going to do a good deed every day and lend me an umbrella?" ”

The pianist shook his head as she expected, but his attitude was much more rigorous than she had thought.

"I only have an umbrella, and I can't cross you because I can't take care of myself." He said lightly, his gaze slowly revolving over her fingers and clips. Ji Qianyu followed his line of sight and glanced at himself, only to see the blue and white fingers holding the shoulder straps of the drawing board, and the thin calluses on the side of the knuckles.

"These hands can create a lot of more meaningful value." The pianist smiled faintly at her, his lips curled to the point of almost delusion, "It shouldn't be used for something like serving plates." ”

This man is so wide? Ji Qianyu raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and smiled half-mockingly, half-mockingly: "There's no way, a penny is hard to beat a hero, if you don't bring these hands to serve the plate, this mouth will starve to death." There is a saying that only those who have money and nowhere to spend it go to art, do you know? Now that I have art, I'm short of money. ”

The pianist shook his head noncommittally: "Don't sacrifice anything for what money can solve." ”

"I know money isn't everything, but you can't do without money, right?" Ji Qianyu almost rolled his eyes, and said in his heart, why should I argue with a person who will never see him again today. She criticized herself harshly in her heart, pursed her lips and stopped answering, but the piano player lowered her head at this time, and the hand that did not hold the umbrella reached into the pocket of the windbreaker, took out an envelope and handed it to Ji Qianyu.

"What is this?" Ji Qianyu was stunned for a moment, didn't answer, and raised his eyes to look at the young man opposite.

"Clear Water." The man said, the rain slid down the umbrella, dripping little by little on his half-stretched sleeve, and the hand holding the envelope was presented in front of her, white and slender, with distinct knuckles, "It is very suitable for the current weather, and I can listen to it when I have time." ”

Ji Qianyu was stunned for a moment, followed his thinking for a while, and realized that he was not praising the rain, but talking about a piano piece by Maxim.

…… So what did this person hand her the piano sheet for "Clear Water"?

His hands were stretched out persistently, half of his sleeves exposed to the rain, gradually damp into a less noticeable dark. Ji Qianyu frowned slightly and looked at the other party, and in the end, he didn't know what he was thinking, so he reached out and took it.

"Thanks, I'll listen when I have time." She nodded politely, and the other party didn't say another word of greeting to her, and when she saw her accept it, she withdrew her hand and turned around, holding an umbrella alone, and slowly walked away in the rain.

With the black trench coat as a backdrop, I found that this person was really long and thin. He walked slowly in the rain with a long-handled black umbrella, with an inexplicable old-school romance, and every step was like stepping on a musical note. Ji Qianyu pinched the envelope and looked at the man's back in wonder, but the wooden door was pushed open again, Chu Ming changed his clothes and walked out in a hurry, shouting while buttoning his clothes: "When you encounter the wind, you wait for me, I'll drive you back-huh." ”

He stopped under the light sign of his hotel and glanced at Ji Qianyu suspiciously: "You haven't left yet?" ”

"I didn't bring an umbrella." Ji Qianyu explained succinctly, and found that Chu Ming was staring at the envelope in her hand with a strange face.

"What's wrong?" Ji Qianyu looked down and took a closer look, and found the seal of the blues bar on the envelope, "I didn't bring it out, I don't have public property for private use...... The pianist just gave it to me. ”

Ji Qianyu paused for a moment and said honestly: "It's too condescending for him to stay with you." ”

"Why did you succumb to it?" Chu Ming glanced at her, "He played a Yamaha with me." ”

Ji Qianyu smiled faintly: "But that's a pair of hands that can cross twelve degrees, this is a pianist's pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info, not a pianist." ”

"You know the piano?" Chu Ming raised his eyebrows in a little surprise, and then shook his head, "You're right, but his skills are not good now...... The envelope was given to you by him? I also gave him an envelope today, which looks exactly like this one. ”

Ji Qianyu paused suspiciously, then lowered his head to open the envelope.

A stack of renminbi with the largest denomination neatly stored in the envelope, Ji Qianyu was stunned for a moment, Chu Ming glanced at it beside him, and smiled meaninglessly.

"His salary for the month. Did you know each other before? ”

"I don't know." Ji Qianyu closed the envelope and looked up at the back of the umbrella on the street. The street was long, he walked slowly, and he could still see a vague shadow. Ji Qianyu glanced in that direction, took off the painting clip and held it in his arms, and suddenly rushed into the rain.

Chu Ming's stunned shout was left far behind, she galloped for dozens of meters, running towards the lone pianist from far and near, and crashed into the black umbrella regardless of it.

The man holding the umbrella leaned forward at her knock and turned his head to look at her in surprise. An umbrella was placed over the heads of the two men, and a sticky wetness was quickly felt on their shoulders. Ji Qianyu looked at him and raised the envelope in his hand.

"You borrowed this money from me?" She asked.

The pianist shook his head and was about to speak, but was blocked by Ji Qianyu first.

"I need this money very much." She said quickly, looking at him with a calm and determined look in her eyes.

"Lend it to me." She said.

"My name is Ji Qianyu, and I will pay you back in the future."