The nearly forty-minute drive is not a long time, and when the car stopped in front of an ordinary small building, Park Ji-yeon was already leaning on Park Ji-sub's shoulder, sleeping like a dead pig.

"Slave, wake up, it's here."

Su Yongchang brought up the gift he bought again on the way, and then turned his head to look at Park Ji-yeon, who was rubbing his eyes, and Park Ji-sub, who was sorting out his small backpack. Along the way, the kid never stopped reading.

"Alright, get out of the car, kids."

Park Ji-sub led Park Ji-yeon, who was still a little confused, and walked into the small building behind Su Yongchang, and went straight upstairs to a bright yellow wooden door on the second floor, looking around curiously. The small building looks a little old, and there are still traces of water erosion around it, but the layout here is strange, and there is only one door away from it.

"Su Yongchang, I've only been here once for so long, and I've forgotten my death, right?"

A very hearty voice interrupted Park Ji-sub's release, and he looked at the chubby man who was hugging Su Yongchang. Wearing a pair of black thick-rimmed glasses, his face looks like that of the harmless type of humans and animals.

"This is? Isn't your son in junior high school, why is he so small? The chubby man glanced at Park Ji-sub and said teasingly.

"Don't talk nonsense." The corners of Su Yongchang's mouth twitched, and he stepped aside and introduced: "This is Citrine, that is, the author of that book that you like very much." ”

"Are you kidding me?" The slightly chubby man's eyes widened, and after carefully looking at Park Ji-sub for a while, his cheeks trembled and asked in disbelief: "This little guy is the one who wrote "Kim Hancai's Travels", and he will write a true biography soon?" ”

"Why am I lying to you!" Su Yongchang looked at the other party angrily, and then patted the slightly chubby man: "He is Zhao Yingxiu, that's right!" He liked your book "Jin Hancai's Travels" very much, and he also deduced that you would write a true biography. ”

"Hello, please take care of you for your first meeting." Park Ji-sub straightened his chest, introduced himself without being humble or arrogant, and then pulled Park Ji-yeon, who had been ignored, in front of him: "This is my slave, called Park Ji-yeon." ”

"Oh, hello, hello." Cho Young-so's stiff face recovered in a childish voice, and he shook Park Ji-sub's hand with a strange expression.

After a brief self-introduction, several people followed Zhao Yingxiu into the house. There was actually a recording studio inside, and Park Ji-sub looked at the professional equipment, and his eyes were dazzled...... And Park Ji-yeon, who was next to her, also noticed that things here could not be touched, so she honestly followed behind her brother and looked around.

"Little writer, listen to that guy, you have a score to ask me, what kind of score is it?" Cho Young-so held back the weirdness in her heart and began to talk about business.

"That's it, because I've been learning piano and music recently, so I tried to make up a tune, but I felt that something was missing, so I thought of asking a professional music producer to answer." Park Ji-sub took out the score from his small backpack and put it in front of Cho Young-so.

Seeing that her brother was so modest, Park Ji-yeon interjected with some unhappiness: "I have heard him play, it is very good, but this guy always says that he is not satisfied." ”

"Oh?" Zhao Yingxiu took the score with a smile, opened it and looked at it, and then her brows gradually wrinkled.

Seeing this, Su Yongchang, who was watching the play with Erlang's legs crossed next to him, couldn't help but have a ridiculous thought. Could it be that Park Ji-sub, this kid, can really write any good tunes?

"Little writer, how long have you been learning piano?" Zhao Yingxiu took a deep breath and said with a serious face.

Without waiting for Park Ji-sub to answer, Park Ji-yeon interjected again: "It's been almost three months since the summer vacation." ”

"By the way, it's three classes a week, and even Lee Eun-joo honestly praises his younger brother for being smart." Park Ji-yeon said proudly as if she was praising herself.

A wry smile hung on Park Ji-sub's immature little face, and he leaned into Park Ji-yeon's ear and whispered: "Slave, don't tell everything about yourself, it's easy for others to see through." ”

It's just that although his voice is very small, he can't stand the fact that there are few people here!

Zhao Yingxiu's eyes jumped at Su Yongchang, swallowed his saliva and said dryly: "I completely believe that this kid can write "Jin Hancai's Travels", he is like a human spirit at such a young age. ”

"Thanks for the compliment." Park Ji-sub looked up at the chubby man with a smile, and then pointed to the score: "Do you have an electronic piano here, I'll play it again, and then say what is missing, can you see it?" ”

"Yes, yes, let's try it first." Zhao Yingxiu smiled bitterly, then got up and walked into the room next to him.

Then the lights in the room were turned on, and all those instruments were lit up, and Zhao Yingxiu took out an electronic piano from the room and put it on the small table in the room: "It's been a long time, you try the effect." ”

Park Ji-sub squeezed Park Ji-yeon's little hand, gave a reassuring look and walked to the electronic piano to start the audition.

And Zhao Yingxiu came to Su Yongchang's side, looked at the other party with a bitter face and said: "This kid's score is no problem at all, and the quality of the music is also very high, this is still only two months of learning...... What the hell was going on. ”

"You mean, you don't know how to improve?" Su Yongchang raised his eyebrows and said playfully looking at his relatives.

", I don't even know what this kid is doing here." Zhao Yingxiu's slightly chubby face was full of helplessness.

"He rarely does useless work, just watch!" Su Yongchang simply leaned back on the sofa, hugged his hands in front of his chest and began to watch the play.

The difference between the timbre of the electronic organ and the piano mainly lies in the softness of the sound, and the second point is that the keys of the electronic organ and the piano are completely different principles, the piano can adjust the difference between the sound and the weakness by pressing the force, while the electronic organ can only have some keys.

However, Park Ji-sub is just a demonstration, and he doesn't want to play it perfectly, so he doesn't find fault with anything. After trying out the feel and timbre, I simply started playing.

The sudden sound of music silences the whole room, and the timbre of the electronic piano is slightly mechanical, but Park Ji-sub's music perfectly eliminates this shortcoming. Sad, melancholy. This was the first reaction of the two adults in the room when they heard the tune.

And Park Ji-yeon is holding her head with both hands and looking at her younger brother who is focused on playing the piano with a smile. She likes to see Park Ji-sub's serious appearance, and her immature little face has no expression, only a seriousness. It's like every time I look at her, it's full of seriousness.

At the end of the song, the two adults still haven't come to their senses.

Su Yongchang finally understood why Zhao Yingxiu said that this piece was difficult to change, and there were no shortcomings in the tone, but because of the electronic piano, some artistic conceptions were destroyed. But the indescribable and inexplicable feeling shown in it was very real expressed by Park Ji-sub.

"Senior Zhao Yingxiu, I want to try to add something else to this, I don't know...... Can you help? ”