"What's the matter, little princess Ruori?" Shang Jingyi's slightly raised corners of his eyes made the midday sun magically freehand.

At this point, I finally understood what he meant by saying that he would be able to use it later, and I chuckled, a little unto be outdone, "It's just a live-action music box, what's so difficult." ”

“Great。” He snapped his fingers, held the easel to the piano, and then turned around, raised his right hand gentlemanly, and smiled and made a gesture to me as if he were inviting a dance partner.

I chuckled, put my hand on his palm, and he led me to the piano and sat down.

"What do you want to hear?" I asked as I ran my fingertips over the keys.

"Here." Out of nowhere, he took out a sheet of music and handed it to me.

I flipped through the sheet music and saw that most of the music on the sheet music was unheard of by me, "Where did you get this sheet music, so obscure?" ”

"Those are my favorite songs," he said, sitting in front of the easel, holding the pen and grading colors, "This is a personal habit of mine, I always like to accompany music when I paint, the main purpose is to use what I want in the melody - such as the tension we want to grasp today, to stimulate the painting inspiration in my mind, and then better depict the tension through points, lines, and planes...... At the end of the day, it's the same thing that hearing a good melody can inspire a dancer to perform a moving dance move. ”

"But since our ultimate goal is to compose, why not just use the melody to inspire the melody? Wouldn't it be more troublesome to add the intermediate link of painting? "I wondered.

He chuckled, "The stimulating effect of sight and hearing on people is different, and if you use an existing melody to stimulate a new melody, then the new melody created is likely to not be able to get out of the framework of the old melody." Moreover, really good music is not only an auditory enjoyment, but also a visual sensation and a visual enjoyment. ”

Listening to what he said, for a moment, I felt that his smile was as profound as the words at this moment, and I nodded suspiciously, and tried horizontally and vertically, "So, which one to start with?" ”

"Hmm...... The ninth song, if I'm not mistaken, should be "Wings of the Piano". ”

I flipped through the sheet music, and sure enough. I couldn't help but praise: "I have a good memory." ”

He chuckled silently, the end of the pen sketched out the lines, and I tapped the keys, spreading out a strand of melodiousness.

Playing the piano in such an environment is really a very elegant and pleasant thing, I can understand more and more the ancient literati and scholars with the piano in the bamboo forest and mountains to play the fun, the rhythm of the music selected by Shang Xun is bright and beautiful, for a while, I feel that I am not only a performer, but also a listener, enjoying the double beauty of sight and hearing.

On the side, Shang Xunyi, who looked serious, wrote smoothly and without procrastination, and his actions brought out a sense of steady confidence, which was completely different from his usual appearance.

Time slowed down for a while.

This person, when he is sharp, he acts with swords and swords, he is free and easy on weekdays, and when he is serious and focused, he is secretive, and he has been together for a long time, I can't help but be confused, which side is the real him? I thought about what I had told Sara, and if I wanted to dig deeper, I thought I was going to worry about my brain cells.

When his thoughts wandered, Shang Xin's determined tone came from his ears, "Change to the eleventh song." ”

In this way, an hour later, I had already played no less than ten tunes under the command of Master Shang, but his progress was not slow. I gazed over to the sketchpad and listened to him say, "Three." ”

I looked through the sheet music, and it turned out to be a "Moonlight Sonata".

"It has nothing to do with the tension of life, right? Besides, doesn't it match the tone of creation? "I was moving my wrist a little sore.

"However, there is the silence I want in the moonlight song, everything has more than one form, believe me right." He winked at me.

"Whew, okay...... Big-name painters. I sighed, and despite the slight words, I didn't delay my fingers, and played slowly.

As a must-learn repertoire for beginners to piano, "Moonlight Sonata" is familiar to me, so I simply closed my eyes, while playing, while feeling the breeze in the field, the notes overflowing from my fingers suddenly fell to the extreme.

The mind was empty, and the barren and chaotic mind seemed to be calmed down by this situation, and all the hustle and bustle of the past gradually became quiet.

I don't know how long later, I was still immersed in the tune with my eyes closed, and suddenly I felt a breath on my face that was different from the breeze of the wilderness, and the next moment, my lips were suddenly touched by something very soft, and it gently brushed by, and then left.

I was startled, and I hurriedly opened my eyes, and saw a face 20 centimeters away, and Shang Jingyu was gradually pulling away.

The fingertips go out of tune, and the melody stops abruptly.

Don't......?!

I couldn't believe my guesses, and I was momentarily surprised.

"Blood." He was calm, "You have blood on your lips......"

After he reminded me, I subconsciously raised my hand to wipe my lips, and there were indeed blood stains on the back of my hand, but there were also blood stains on his lips, which was difficult for me to ignore! Even the faint blood could not dominate the thoughts that were so full of my mind at the moment - so, it was not his fingers, not his handkerchief, not anything else, it was his who gently brushed my lips -

I had to be convinced of the speculation that was enough to turn my blood back.

In fact, the faint kiss, the kiss that happened when I was most caught off guard, made me unable to advance or retreat at this time, and I was in embarrassment.

God, what kind of style is this?

Taking in the alternation of red and white on my face, he smiled indifferently, stretched out the tip of his tongue and slowly swept the lip line, licking off the blood on his lips. The confusion immediately made me blush.

"It's too dry in the suburbs, so you need to drink more water so your lips don't bleed." As if everything was normal, he said softly, like the slightly drunk wind at the moment.

"You-"

I wanted to ask him why he did this way because there were so many ways to wipe off the blood, but as soon as he said this one word, the rest of the words seemed to be sealed in a thick layer of ice, and he couldn't dig out at all.

I hung my head in embarrassment.

"There are still blood stains, let's deal with it." He took a slight step closer to me.

I immediately stepped back like an electric shock, catching a glimpse of the loneliness in his eyes flickering in his eyes.

"I ...... I'll do it myself. Shielding him from his concerns, I took out a tissue from my pocket and put it to my lips.

He really didn't come forward anymore, just looked at me with a gaze that didn't show emotion.