The sky was covered with heavy clouds, moving slowly under the blowing of the wind, keeping the sun firmly behind the sun that had just risen a certain height. The summer heat has completely subsided, and the temperature has become very low at some point, and you can see that autumn has completely arrived through the yellowing of the leaves on the roadside and the large reduction of ice cream stalls on the street.

It was a cool autumn, Jiang Ling got off the bus with an umbrella and a jacket and jeans, and then he wrapped his clothes, feeling that he was still wearing less.

But looking up, you can still see that some handsome men and women don't seem to feel the change in temperature, their feet and necks are still exposed, and even some girls' big white legs are still looming.

Jiang Ling glanced at it twice, thinking that a woman's love for beauty seemed to be able to overcome all the difficulties and obstacles in the world.

He walked leisurely to the piano shop, at this time the summer season has passed, the number of tourists has been greatly reduced, many of the people who play in this scenic area are locals, the purchasing power is called a very poor, the business of the piano shop will not be too good.

Passing by a burrito shop, Jiang Ling bought two burritos, and walked into the piano shop after a while.

"Is the soy milk squeezed?" Jiang Ling pushed the door and asked.

Fang Xinyuan was wearing a white long-sleeved T-shirt and was wiping the guqin with a clean rag, she glanced up at Jiang Ling and said with a smile: "It's been squeezed a long time ago, it's going to be cold." ”

"Eat breakfast first, I'll clean up later." Jiang Ling said, handed Fang Xinyuan a wrap, and said, "Don't put spicy or onion sweet noodle sauce, right this time?" ”

"Hmm." Fang Xinyuan answered, took the burrito and made it on the sofa.

Jiang Ling took out a cup, poured two cups of soy milk, and turned on the stereo casually.

Although she has only been working here for less than a month, Fang Xinyuan is easy-going and trusts Jiang Ling very much, and Jiang Ling is also a thick-skinned master, so the life in the piano shop has been very quickly used to it.

Fang Xinyuan said: "There are no tourists these days, if you want to rest, you don't have to come." ”

"I'm fine, and I still have to learn the piano." Jiang Ling chewed the burrito and said vaguely.

Fang Xinyuan took two bites, and waited until she swallowed it completely before saying: "I said that learning the piano is not something that can produce results overnight, and you are not in a hurry for these two days, the competition is so hard, you don't have to be so strong." Besides, you see that you are young, and you don't even have a girlfriend, so you have nothing to do to go out and around. ”

"Sister Fang, don't expose your shortcomings when you scold people." Jiang Ling swallowed the contents of his mouth hard, picked up the soy milk and said, "Besides, it's not a matter of minutes if I want to find a girlfriend." ”

"Bragging rights, you." Fang Xinyuan gave him a blank look, and then asked cautiously, "Is it possible for you and Shi Yi?" ”

"Ahem." Jiang Ling choked on a mouthful of soy milk and almost squirted out, he pressed down the soy milk, shook his head and said, "Do you think it's possible?" ”

Fang Xinyuan couldn't help but laugh and said, "What's wrong with Shi Yi, look at you like this." ”

Jiang Ling still shook his head and said; "Do you think Shi Yi looks like someone who lacks a boyfriend?"

Sometimes it is said that a woman is not short of a boyfriend because she is beautiful, charming, and charming, and the suitors must be in a row. And some women don't lack boyfriends, but because she is too strong and self-reliant, she doesn't seem to need someone around to accompany her.

Although Shi Yi is also very beautiful and charming, Jiang Ling is obviously referring to the latter at this time.

Fang Xinyuan disagreed with Jiang Ling's statement, and said seriously: "No matter how hot Shi Yi is, she is a woman after all, she also has a soft side, and she needs to be hurt, even if she doesn't say it, she must hope that someone can stand in front of her to shelter her from the wind and rain." ”

Jiang Ling knew that what Shi Yi said made sense, he ate the last piece of bread and sighed: "But how can I have the ability to shelter her from the wind and rain now." ”

Fang Xinyuan said dissatisfiedly: "What do you say about frustration at a young age, as long as you are willing to work hard, you will eventually make a difference." ”

Jiang Ling shrugged his shoulders: "What's the use of being young, maybe you'll hang up at some point." ”

"What?" Fang Xinyuan didn't understand for a while.

Jiang Ling never told Fang Xinyuan about his terminal illness, and Shi Yi didn't tell her, so Jiang Ling diverted the topic and said: "In short, I am not the same style as her." ”

"Feelings are such a thing." Fang Xinyuan is still persuading.

Jiang Ling interrupted; "We'll talk about that later."

Seeing this, Fang Xinyuan didn't persuade much, shook her head and continued to eat her burritos slowly.

Jiang Ling returned to the previous topic and said: "Shi Yi said that the company has worked overtime in the past two days, and there is no need to train at night, and the store is so deserted during the day, I have already rested." ”

Fang Xinyuan snorted and said, "Simply clean up the house, and then practice." ”

"Okay." Jiang Ling stood up and began to clean. After all, there are very few customers these days, there are only the two of them in the house, and there is nothing to clean in the store, Jiang Ling simply cleaned up, then turned off the stereo, sat down in front of the guqin, and began to pluck the strings.

The sound of the piano sounded melodiously, like a breeze blowing on her face, and like flowing water, Fang Xinyuan listened quietly, looking at Jiang Ling's serious side face, and couldn't help but appreciate it.

From being ignorant at the beginning, to being able to play a piece of music smoothly now, Jiang Ling has made rapid progress in the past month, and even Fang Xinyuan feels that Jiang Ling does have talent in this area.

Of course, Fang Xinyuan's careful teaching is indispensable, but talent and teachers are not enough, Jiang Ling's diligence in the past month Fang Xinyuan is in her eyes, originally she thought that Jiang Ling's learning of the piano was just a whim of young people, but now she doesn't think so at all.

The sound of the piano became a little crisper, just as the sound of rain falling outside the door sounded, and the raindrops gently knocked on the window.

The sound of the piano and the sound of the rain were perfectly blended together, Fang Xinyuan listened to it with a swaying heart, as if she saw the cool autumn rain falling on a green mountain, and also felt that the rain fell on her heart, washing away all impetuousness.

Fang Xinyuan has been playing the piano since she was a child and can play dozens of piano songs, but she has never heard this song before when it rains on the green mountains. After Jiang Ling gave her the score, she also fell in love with this piece. Because of her solid basic skills and superb piano skills, Fang Xinyuan was able to play it completely after a few practices.

The accuracy of the tone and the overall fluency of the tone, Fang Xinyuan is much stronger than Jiang Ling, but Fang Xinyuan obviously feels that the rain that she pops up falls on the green mountains, but the artistic conception is far inferior to Jiang Ling.

At the end of the song, it was already hazy outside the window, and Fang Xinyuan nodded approvingly.

Jiang Ling was a little embarrassed and said: "It's still not smooth enough, and there are several breaks in the middle." ”

"It's already good, and with a few more practices, it will be even better." Fang Xinyuan walked behind Jiang Ling and couldn't help but say; "Why is the artistic conception of the song you played so good, it really makes people feel the kind of picture of the drizzle washing the green mountains."

Jiang Ling thought to himself that in the game world, if you want to play the art of qin reading, you must be mentally concentrated and emotionally engaged, and the sound of the qin blessed by the mind can indeed make people see the picture of the rain falling on the green mountains, and the playing requirements are more stringent than the real world. In addition, this piece is the most perfect one that Zhou Yu has mastered, and under his guidance, his understanding of the artistic conception of the qin music has naturally deepened a lot.

Jiang Ling didn't say it in as much detail as Fang Xinyuan, but said seriously: "Play with your heart." ”

Fang Xinyuan was naturally not satisfied with such a, but she didn't get angry, but instead pointed: "There is still a problem with the action you just plucked the strings." ”

Jiang Ling flicked a short paragraph when he heard this, and asked Fang Xinyuan to help guide him.

"Stop." Fang Xinyuan stood behind Jiang Ling and said seriously: "The back of the hand is tilted a little more, and the hand that presses the string adds a little strength." ”

Jiang Ling tried again.

"Still not quite right." As she spoke, Fang Xinyuan leaned over slightly, pressed her white palm on the back of Jiang Ling's hand, and taught her hand by hand: "Like this." ”

Fang Xinyuan's hands were very smooth and soft, slightly cool, and it was very comfortable to press on his hands, and as Fang Xinyuan leaned forward, there were two softness on his chest that also touched Jiang Ling's shoulders.

Smelling the faint fragrance on Fang Xinyuan's body, Jiang Ling was slightly distracted, and then quickly stabilized his mind, recited Amitabha Buddha silently, and listened to Fang Xinyuan's teachings intently.

Fang Xinyuan is a mature and beautiful woman, looking at the appearance of thirty-year-old, people believe her, Jiang Ling is an upright young man, the two rely on each other like this, it looks very warm and ambiguous.

But Fang Xinyuan looked serious at this time, because she was a teacher at this time and was teaching the piano.

And Jiang Ling also quickly stabilized his mind, shaved off the impetuous or filthy thoughts in his heart, and listened to Fang Xinyuan's guidance with bright eyes.

But if this picture is seen by others, there will be some misunderstanding after all.

There was really a person who came out of the rain curtain and stood outside the door.

Holding a black umbrella, he saw the inside of the room through the glass door, and his eyes flashed with mixed emotions of surprise, doubt, anger and sadness.

It is very rare for such complex emotions to be mixed together.

You can't have such mixed emotions when looking at a stranger, even with familiarity and friends.

Only when you look at the person you love, or the person you once loved, will these emotions be aroused by some images.

His expression finally became indifferent, staring at the men and women in the room, and some images that had once been related to him flashed in his mind, so he was even more annoyed.

The two of them were teaching seriously, and they didn't find a man standing at the door for the first time, and after half a minute, Jiang Ling sensed this somewhat unkind gaze first.

He looked up at the door, then frowned slightly. He didn't know who this person was, but he knew that the other party's behavior was very impolite, and the other party's eyes were even more unpleasant.

Fang Xinyuan also looked up, and then a very complicated look also appeared in the pair of eyes that were as clear as a stream, which was even more complicated than the eyes of the man outside the door.

It's so complicated that I don't know what expression to use to face the man outside the door, and it's so complicated that I can't believe that the picture in front of me is real.

The man pushed the door open and walked in.

He casually put his umbrella aside and stepped into the house, his eyes casually scanning the interior of the house as if he were looking at his own home.

He said with a bit of sarcasm: "It's really a thing or a person." ”

Fang Xinyuan's eyes flickered, as if she wanted to laugh, as if she wanted to cry, and as if she wanted to get angry, but in the end, her face also turned cold, and she said in a trembling voice: "You are not welcome here." ”

"Why aren't you welcoming me?" The man said with a straight face.

Jiang Ling glanced at the ground, where he had just wiped it clean, but at this time, a string of mud footprints were stepped on. This made him feel very unhappy, and Jiang Ling had already guessed the identity of this man in his heart, but he was even more bored, so he raised his head, stared at the man and said, "Why are you welcome?" ”