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It is a sushi with Japanese characteristics. (шщш.щuruo.舞若小說網 debut)

It's the first time Mo Qianqian has eaten this kind of food, and it tastes good.

After hastily filling her stomach, she didn't have much appetite, but there was still a lot of sushi.

After thinking about it, Mo Qianqian suddenly took his mobile phone, arranged the sushi on the plate, and then took a photo.

Then, she called the email and wanted to send him the photo.

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The first time I ate sushi, I didn't expect it to be quite delicious, so let's go to a Japanese restaurant together when we get back.

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With this text, Mo Qianqian sent the photo together.

I don't know why, she just wants to tell him everything she is going through now.

It's as if she's still by his side.

Beichen Yumeng and Ling Yifeng are the same...... Although the two are not in the same place, they will sweetly open videos and chat every day.

Thinking of this, Mo Qianqian couldn't help but sigh.

I don't know if Beichen Shaoting has seen her news.

He must still be angry now.

She flipped through her mailbox inbox, except for a few sets of spam emails, there were no new emails, and there were no emails from Beichen Shaoting.

After putting the phone down, Mo Qianqian stretched his waist, got up, and prepared to go out for a walk.

There were several rooms on the second floor, but only one was occupied, and the others were empty.

And Yin Yecheng lives on the first floor because of the inconvenience of his legs and feet.

There was a room with the door unclosed, and it was warmly lit.

Mo Qianqian was a little curious and walked over slowly.

It turned out to be a piano room.

In the room, there is a piano, and this piano looks like it should be quite old.

Looking at the piano, she suddenly remembered that Beichen Shaoting taught her to play the song "Shallow......

She suddenly wanted to hear it.

By the time she reacted, the person had unconsciously walked to the piano.

Mo Qianqian glanced down at the piano, and then sat down slowly.

She opened the lid of the piano......

Mo Qian's hands were placed on the keys, but he didn't know where to start.

She closed her eyes, and in her mind, she tried to recall the melody of that song, thinking about what it looked like when Beichen Shaoting taught her to play.

Her fingers began to run slowly across the keys......

A familiar and sweet melody sounded immediately......

Mo Qianqian lowered her head and played the song seriously, but her mind was full of Beichen Shaoting teaching her to play the piano that day.

After a long time, after playing a song, Mo Qianqian was a little surprised, she actually played a lot smoother than the last time Beichen Shaoting taught her.

Although it still can't be compared to his play.

Mo Qianqian smiled, hoping that when she went back, she could play this song well and play it to him again......

Thinking about it, there was a little more lost expression on her face.

"That's good." At this time, a male voice suddenly sounded at the door.

Mo Qian was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look, and Yin Yecheng didn't know when, he had already arrived at the door.

He was in a wheelchair, staring at her, looking intent.

"I'm sorry...... When I saw this piano, I couldn't help but play a tune......" Mo Qianqian hurriedly got up, only feeling that he shouldn't touch other people's pianos so rashly.

And this piano looks like it should have been deliberately preserved here.

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