In the afternoon music class, all the students went to the Meiyin Building.

Nanhua University attaches great importance to the cultivation of students' artistic atmosphere, and recruits many art students, and the corresponding hardware facilities are also very strong.

Meiyin Building is a place dedicated to teaching vocal music and various musical instruments, and the school's large-scale musicals and concerts are held here, with a total of five floors, the first and second floors are the performance halls, the third and fourth floors are the teaching halls, and the fifth floor is the practice room for various musical instruments.

Music class is a compulsory course every year, and it is natural for Nanhua children to know one or two musical instruments, although not everyone is proficient in it, but it is easy to play one or two classic songs.

But for Yan Ran, these Western musical instruments are extremely unfamiliar, and when she was a child, she learned guzheng and flute with Grandpa Zhao.

Music classes are generally taught by two classes together, and today they are in the fifth class of high school.

Yan Ran was accustomed to arriving early, so she sat in the front row of the lecture hall, and in the middle of the podium was a white piano with black and white keys.

Not long after she sat down, she saw Qi Yuwei walking over surrounded by a group of girls, and as soon as she entered the door, she looked at her, her eyebrows raised slightly, and then walked straight to the second row.

Nanhua College has already set up piano lessons since primary school, and it is compulsory, so the teacher will naturally not talk about the introductory class, but directly teach everyone how to play and how to control the rhythm.

Yan Ran listened to the clouds in the fog, very anxious, and the hand holding the pen couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

The music teacher played a song, and then asked the students to play on stage, and Yanran pressed her head very low, and her back was slightly wet.

"Qi Yuwei, come to ......" The voice was pleasant, the music teacher bent his eyebrows and eyes, and beckoned to Qi Yuwei, which was quite friendly, and he knew that he was usually very familiar with her.

The music teacher's name is Qi Wei, tall, wearing a white cotton dress, long hair up to the waist, and a faint smile on her plain face, like a female college student who has just graduated, pure and lovely.

It is said that she graduated from a famous foreign conservatory of music and is one of the most popular female teachers in South China College, beautiful, gentle and young, who would not like such a teacher?

Qi Yuwei stood up calmly, walked to the piano and sat down, her back was very straight, no expression could be seen on her white face, her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, and her slender Danfeng eyes were slightly drooping, she was not in a hurry to play, but flipped through the score, confident and indifferent.

Her slender fingers rested on the black and white keys, and the melodious sound came from her delicate fingertips.

She has an outstanding temperament and an innate sense of luxury, and now she sits at the piano, showing her nobility and beauty.

Her eyes lowered and she looked at the keys and sheet music intently, with the fluctuation of the rhythm, the white fingertips quickly tapped on the keys, like clusters of white lotus competing to bloom on the keys.

The originally cold look was also soothed by the brisk rhythm, the corners of the mouth rose slightly, hooking a good-looking arc, exuding a confident light, immersed in the clear rhythm, and the smile was bright.

At this moment, she is beautiful and noble, she is proud, because she has capital.

For a moment, Yanran felt that Qi Yuwei would glow, illuminating the entire classroom, and everyone looked at her intently, as if bewitched by slender fingertips.

There was also a moment, in front of the shining Qi Yuwei, Yan Ran unconsciously felt ashamed, dwarfed.

No one could understand her mood at that time, it was very strange, some annoyed, some angry, and even embarrassed.

Holding the pen tightly in her hand but not knowing what to write, she realized that she was the only one in the lecture hall who was trying to take notes.

This music class was extremely difficult for Yan Ran, she felt like a group of people running a marathon, the crowd roared past her, but she was stuck on the ground with her feet on the ground, unable to walk an inch, standing stupidly on the starting line, helpless.

It wasn't until the bell rang for the end of class that her tense nerves relaxed, and she involuntarily exhaled softly, and finally got through it.

Because it was the last class, the classmates dispersed in a hurry, leaving her to sit alone in the front row, staring at the piano on the stage in a daze.

suddenly remembered that when she was a child, Grandpa Zhao once held her in his arms and said: "Yanran, when you grow up, if you have the opportunity, you must learn piano, it sounds good." ”

At that time, she was still very young, and she looked up and asked him, what does the piano look like?

Grandpa Zhao drew the keys of the piano with a pen, black and white, and noted the notes, and then put his knuckled fingers on it, pressed it gently, hummed a beautiful melody, closed his eyes and smiled, as if immersed in another wonderful music world.

She slowly walked to the piano, sat down, followed Qi Yuwei's example and put her hand on the keys, and pressed it gently, the sound was crisp and pleasant.

She pressed them one by one, trying to be familiar with the syllables of the piano, and she was not completely without a foundation for the rhythm of music, after all, she had learned the guzheng and flute with Grandpa Zhao for many years, although she was not as agile as Grandpa Zhao's playing, and reached the realm of human piano and one, but at least she had some understanding of the rhythm.

After figuring out the scale of the piano, Yanran played a piece of the guzheng on the piano, but it was a little weird no matter how it sounded.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a wry smile, and the piano naturally couldn't play the charm of the guzheng.

"It's hard to hear!" A deep voice came from the end of the classroom, muffled, as if it had just woken up.

She looked up, only to find that in the last row of the lecture hall, he was rubbing his eyes, sleepy-eyed, looking up at her, perhaps because he had just woken up, his eyes were a little swollen.

She found that he was extremely sleepy, and he had to sleep in almost every class, and she wondered where he got so much sleep.

Seeing that the person playing was her, he seemed a little embarrassed, scratched his head, smiled, and showed his white teeth, like a child who had just woken up, silly, but very cute.

"Is it that ugly?" She pouted slightly, unhappy.

"Honestly?" He stood up and walked over as he spoke.

The slender tall and thin figure was stretched by the sunset, and the afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on his beautiful and fair face, clear and warm, and the long eyelashes formed a piece of light and shadow on the white face, blurry and deep.

"Tell a lie!" Yan Ran raised her eyebrows and said, deliberately raising the bar.

Yan Ran's naughty tone instantly hit Xuan Mu's excitement, he used to think that Yan Ran was the kind of girl who was very beautiful but not easy to approach, although it was close at hand, but it always felt out of reach.

Like now, I will raise the bar, I will pout and get angry, how cute, I feel that the distance between the two people has suddenly narrowed.

"Has the teacher taught you to be honest and kind, if you play the piano badly, you must be brave enough to admit it, Confucius said, failure is a successful mommy, who was born to play the piano!" He walked up to her and bowed his head and said, learning the teacher's tone and began to preach, serious.

Xuanmu's humor made Yan Ran bow her head and chuckle, the corners of her mouth hooked up a beautiful arc, and two pale pear vortices bloomed on her fair and clear cheeks. PS: Ask for recommendations, ask for long reviews, ask for collections, new works, and hope you will support more!!