Mangosteen made a spell and rattled the bell automatically. Let the magic bell in the doorway ring in the wind.

This sound is crisp and pleasant, and it is quite good.

Mangosteen sat under the cloister, leaning against a pillar and looking at the sky, thinking about life.

This kind of mangosteen has a bit of a sad boy's taste. and unparalleled beauty.

He Ruo has watched all the male protagonists of Xianxia dramas before. Compared to Mangosteen, it is weak.

He Ruo looked at his father-in-law again: "Well, this is more in line with my eyes." Because he is mine. ”

Nan Xun set up the chessboard and asked He Ruo: "Lady, play chess or play the piano?" ”

He Ruo said: "Play the piano first." ”

Nan Xun poured himself a cup of tea: "Listen up." ”

He Ruo came to He Ruo's side and patted the shoulder of the beautiful man Mangosteen.

"Brother Mangosteen, I don't mind the bell ringing, I'm just a little immature little idea~"

"It would be nice if it could sound a little bit more rhythmic."

Mangosteen turned his head to look at He Ruo.

Mangosteen asked, "How do you count it as rhythm?" ”

He Ruo explained: "If I can play the rhythm of four or four or two beats, the frequency is about 130 beats per minute, which is just right for me to play the piano. It can be used as a fully automatic metronome. ”

Mangosteen asked, "What is a metronome?" ”

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He Ruo was stunned, when she was talking about these "crazy words" in the past, Nan Xun never asked her "what is this, what is that......"

So He Ruo took it for granted that everyone understood.

"That's it!"

He Ruo stretched out two slaps, slapped up and down, clapped his hands with both hands, and gave Mangosteen a rhythm of four or four beats.

"This is about 130 times, and the rhythm is better to have a distinction between strong and weak."

Although Mangosteen didn't understand it too much, it wasn't difficult for him.

Mangosteen pointed to the bell at the door, and the bell began to shake along the rhythm of He Ruo's palm just now.

He Ruo closed his eyes and listened: "Yes! That's the rhythm! ”

Mangosteen patted Mangosteen on the shoulder: "Brother Mangosteen!" Well done! ”

Mangkhut: "No thanks! ”

It's a pleasure to talk to smart people.

Mangosteen sat down in front of the zither.

Her daily finger practice is about to begin.

As an art student who has loved music since he was a child, he will feel itchy if he doesn't practice the piano one day.

He Ruo listened to the rhythm of the bell, and the fresh and long melody of his hand swayed into Mangosteen's ears, and then drifted into his heart unconsciously.

"Wonderful ......"

Mangosteen was a little stunned for a while.

I didn't expect that there would be such a beautiful melody in the world.

The guzheng is just a few threads, and it can sound so good with a finger.

The rhythm of Heruo and the bell at the door complement each other.

Heruo is skilled, like peers.

With every breath of her music, Mangosteen waits for a pause to continue playing.

Mangosteen likes to collect musical instruments, but they are just ornaments.

During the absurd period, Mangosteen also went to the Qinglou and listened to the noisy and secular music.

He Ruo played it completely differently. She's the perfect art.

He Ruo is different from the Qinglou woman who sells art, in the first half of her life, she regarded music as a part of her life, a very important part.

Mangosteen listened to the beautiful melody pressed by He Ruo's fingers, and unconsciously clapped his hands: "Okay!" ”

"Does the girl want a tip?"

He Ruo: "Go on the road! Big Brother Mangosteen. Why don't you have a rocket, a sports car? ”

Nan Xun: "Donkey cart or horse-drawn carriage?" ”

He Ruo: "Heheda...... When I didn't say! ”