"Mengmeng, you want to raise a puppy, my brother is very supportive. Raising a puppy www.biquge.info is also very simple, you just need to give it a litter, prepare enough dog food, and it will be satisfied. ”

"Well, well, brother. I'll have it ready for every day. ”

"However, dog food is not very nutritious. I also have to go to the vegetable market every once in a while to help it buy some pork ribs, pig offal, etc., to improve the food. You can rest assured, this brother will be ready for you, you just need to feed it on time. ”

"Oh, brother, can you not feed the pig offal, that disgusting said."

"Of course, of course. It's okay not to feed. But every morning and evening, you have to take it downstairs for a walk, and by the way, the poop thing is solved. Every day when it poops, you have to carry a small bag to pick it up in the back, otherwise you will be found by the neighbor's aunt. ”

"Ah, poop pick-up?"

"That's for sure. Also, wash the puppy's feet once a day, bathe it every three days, and use a special shower gel and dog hair softener, otherwise it will get sick. Speaking of getting sick! You must be vaccinated. Speaking of vaccines, Mengmeng, as a dog owner, it is best to follow the rabies vaccine to prevent accidents. ”

"What, and an injection! Forget it, brother. I think we'd better think about what we're going to have for dinner today! ”

"Tonight? How about eating dog buns? ”

"Brother, can you please not mention the word 'dog'!"

……

"Zhao Yiming!"

"Zhao Yiming!"

With two stern calls, coupled with being heavily pushed by Ning Muxiang. Zhao Yiming always came out of the memories of teasing Wang Mengmeng and returned to reality.

He was in Shen Pinghe's class, and he had been humiliatingly deserted just now.

Now Teacher Shen was looking at him with serious eyes. The old lady is very serious in class, how can she allow others to lose concentration.

Besides, Zhao Yiming's desertion is so obvious.

This can be seen from the admiration on Ning Muxiang's face in his spare eye. If you dare to wander in the classroom of two people, Zhao Yiming can be regarded as okay.

Although he was arrested, the class still had to continue, Zhao Yiming could only answer stubbornly: "Yes, Teacher Shen." ”

"Tell me, what rules do you need to follow if you need to change the key signature in the middle of a piece?"

Shen Pinghe didn't directly point out his distraction in class, but asked a question she had just talked about. Probably she thinks it is more convincing to educate Zhao Yiming in this way.

It's a pity that her old man's good intentions met Zhao Yiming's wonder.

"Teacher, you need to change the key signature in the middle of the music, one is to increase the number of the original sharp or flat signature, and you only need to write the new key signature directly at the beginning of the measure where you want to change the key signature. The second is to reduce the number of original sharps or flats, first restore the redundant diacritics at the end of the previous bar, and then write the new key signature directly at the beginning of the bar where the key signature is to be changed. The third is a sharp and a flat key signature and a flat key signature to a rising and a key signature. Restore the original diacritic at the end of the previous measure, and then write the new key signature at the beginning of the measure where you want to change the key signature. ”

didn't even pause, Zhao Yiming immediately presented the standard answer.

Shen Pinghe was probably the first time she had met such a student, and she was speechless for a while. It took a long time before she spoke: "Correct is right." But you'd better listen well and consolidate your knowledge again. It doesn't hurt that way. ”

But it's not good.

Zhao Yiming said in his heart, but on the surface, he didn't dare to be so presumptuous. After all, it is indeed wrong for him to be distracted in class, and secondly, it is necessary to talk about respecting teachers.

Therefore, he could only apologize again and again: "Yes, what you said is, I'm sorry, teacher." I'll never get distracted again. ”

Seeing that he had a good attitude in admitting his guilt, Shen Pinghe nodded with satisfaction and continued her explanation. And Zhao Yiming shook his head, tried to drive away the distractions in his brain, and pretended to listen to the lecture carefully.

If Shen Pinghe knew Zhao Yiming's inner thoughts, he knew that this guy had just progressed from being distracted to knowing how to pretend. It is estimated that no matter how well the old lady is cultivated, she will have to go crazy. But unfortunately, Zhao Yiming is not interested in the old lady's education method at all.

Shen Pinghe's education method for Zhao Yiming and Ning Muxiang is completely academic. She treated the two students no differently than she did with the students of her Imperial Conservatory.

This kind of rigorous teaching may be what Ning Muxiang urgently needs, and she needs to further her education. But for Zhao Yiming, there is neither need nor need.

Having used intermediate music skill books, he is familiar with most of the music theory knowledge, and he just needs Shen Pinghe's guidance on the few things he doesn't understand, rather than flooding like now.

To be honest, the strength of a musician is not measured by how much knowledge of music theory he has, but by how many excellent works he has created. The most important thing Zhao Yiming lacks is good works.

However, if Zhao Yiming pointed out these problems to Shen Pinghe and used enough excellent works to make her believe in his talent. Then his fate is to be quickly kicked out of the door by the old lady.

Why?

Because then he can be a teacher. What is a student who has already learned and achieved success still relying on the teacher?

Zhao Yiming didn't want to be swept out early. He wanted to know her students all over the music industry through Shen Pinghe was one reason, and Ning Muxiang was another.

Zhao Yiming had to admit that Ning Muxiang was an elf. She always succeeded in arousing certain desires in him. It's not the kind of low physiological need of hormonal action, but also a spiritual desire.

has been messing with the little children for a long time, which does not mean that Zhao Yiming has become a child, his soul is still mature.

And of all the girls he knows, the mature age is a round older than him. He Yiyi, in the early summer of the Song Dynasty, although Lan Siyan showed early wisdom, they showed at most a kind of precociousness.

Precociousness is not maturity, they are qualitatively different.

So Zhao Yiming has always been lonely.

It's just Ning Muxiang. Perhaps, her five-year career in a foreign country has allowed her to mature quickly, or maybe there is something else. Zhao Yiming smelled the same kind of smell in her.

They are the same age, and they are almost the same mental age.

Zhao Yiming was eager to get in touch with her, and he confirmed this fact when Shen Ping and his family met for the second time tonight.

Therefore, he had to wait, endure the pain and the long course.

Of course, pain and length were just his feelings. Actually, today's class is only a two-hour affair, from half past six to half past eight in the evening. For Ning Muxiang, who was immersed in learning and struggling to take notes, two hours was just a moment.

In the last few minutes of the lecture, Shen Pinghe checked Zhao Yiming and Ning Muxiang's mastery of today's lesson. She was very happy with the results. The first day of teaching for both students finally came to a successful end.

After class, Shen Pinghe sent the two to the door, but under the repeated resignations of Zhao Yiming and Ning Muxiang, she did not send them again. But Zhao Yiming was told to send Ning Muxiang to the gate of Yingcai High School. And this time, Ning Muxiang did not refuse.

At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the two of them, who were still in summer clothes, couldn't help but feel a little cool when they walked silently on the street at night.

It wasn't until a drop of water fell on the tip of his nose that Zhao Yiming realized that this coolness was not the resentment of the night, but the light kiss of the first rain in early autumn.

"It's raining!" Ning Muxiang looked up at the sky.

It rained, although the autumn rain was not urgent, it was just a little bit at first, but it became fine and dense unconsciously, and then it fell in a dash. Zhao Yiming and Ning Muxiang didn't bring umbrellas, and the two of them were trapped together under the eaves of a small shop that didn't seem to know what to do.

"Thank you for signing and leaving a message for my classmates."

Both on the eaves were silent. Zhao Yiming first broke the embarrassment of silence.

"It's just a small thing. And, it's my pleasure too. ”

Ning Muxiang replied lightly, and then the two returned to silence.

Oh, I'll go, I don't believe it, I want to talk to you for a while. Zhao Yiming decided to make a bombshell.

"By the way, I heard that the orientation party of Yingcai High School has your performance, what program will you have?"

"Hehe, are you spying on military intelligence?"

"It can be understood in this way, knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent is the only way to survive a hundred battles."

"Know yourself and know your enemy? Do you also have a show? ”

"You guessed it right at once, I was pushed out of the ring with you by the principal."

"Then I shouldn't tell you, lest you fight each other?"

"That's it!"

At this, both of them laughed. However, Ning Muxiang soon couldn't laugh.

Because Zhao Yiming said next: ""Autumn Whispers" is a very good song, sad and beautiful. Great for the autumn vibe. ”

"How did you know what piano music I was going to use?"

Zhao Yiming shrugged: "Guess, did I guess?" ”

Of course, he didn't guess, but he couldn't tell Ning Muxiang directly that I saw the piano score of your "Autumn Whispers". Although when she took the notebook from her bag, it only revealed the word 'autumn'.

"Then you guessed it." Ning Muxiang did a good job of hiding her surprise. Although she already had a hint of frustration in her heart.

In the competitions she has experienced, she is most proud, apart from her piano technique, is her selection of competition songs. She always chooses the most suitable repertoire and is always something that people can't guess. And now, a peer has broken her mind in one mouth. It brought a bit of chaos to her heart that she had never felt before.

It's just that she didn't expect it. In the next few days, she would be even more confused.

Because, Zhao Yiming spoke again: "However, autumn has not really come yet, is this song really appropriate?" ”

Ning Muxiang was a little unconvinced: "Then do you have a better recommendation?" ”

Then, she saw Zhao Yiming's bright smile.

"Of course."

"What?"

"This rain."