"Ahem, ahem!"

After coughing dryly twice, Yang Mobai covered his stomach and waved his hand.

"Don't laugh, don't laugh, Old Tang is gone, it's not fun if the main owner is not there, give!"

As he spoke, he stuffed the bag with stationery in his hand into Wang Chang's arms.

"I'm not going back, the next exam is still next week, don't worry, I'll go practice first, I promised Senior Sister Yin Yue to help, it's not a few days, I have to hurry up and get familiar with it!"

Wang Chang bowed his head slightly, Yang Mobai agreed to the graduation party, he knew, after all, the real power officer of the Ministry of Literature and Art, even if nothing else, the news was still very well-informed.

"Okay, you go, I just finished the exam, and there's nothing to do!"

After that, he left side by side with Mao Qianpei and others.

……

"Senior, you're here!"

As soon as he arrived at the door of the piano room, Yang Mobai heard the melody of a small star wafting out, and looked curiously, only to see Zhang Wei sitting on a chair, quickly playing with the black and white keys with his only right hand.

As for his left hand, it was resting motionless on his lap.

"Oh, you're here!"

Hearing the sound, Zhang Wei's index finger paused on the center C, and he got up to look at Yang Mobai.

Nodding, Yang Mobai limped slowly in front of him, and unceremoniously sat on the piano chair let by Zhang Wei.

Seeing this, Zhang Wei stretched out his right hand and brushed it on the score, restoring the score he had turned to the first page, and then sat next to Yang Mobai without any scruples.

It's also magical, one is lame, the other is an arm, the two disabled people actually look at each other and smile very tacitly, one left and one right, and at the same time stretch out their hands, which is actually preparing the rhythm of three hands in a row.

Alternating black and white keys, dancing fingers, the melodious sound once again sounded in the piano room, which lasted for a long time.

The fingertips beat, like fire, or the scorching sun, or the swaying candle flame; The notes are scattered, like water wandering, sometimes the spring tinkling, sometimes the stream murmuring.

"Squeak!"

The two of them, who were attentive, did not catch the slightest grinding sound of the glass door opening.

The music continued, the fingers on the black and white keys getting faster and faster, and the rapid notes became like a storm.

The exchange of piano skills is much more straightforward than the discussion of language, and for the tall boy next to him who took over the piano in danger, Zhang Wei has the idea of trying his depth.

After all, it was himself who dropped the chain at the critical moment, which already made the choir very passive, Zhang Wei didn't want the little guy to take over unreliable, if that was the case, no objection would make matters worse.

Regardless of whether Yang Mobai is finished or not, he can't pass his own level anyway.

"Wow~Wow!"

The strings shook nonstop, and Yang Mobai and Zhang Wei's hands fell on the keys in unison, and they didn't move for a long time.

However, the two turned their heads to look at each other at the same time. After two seconds of silence, Yang Mobai and Zhang Wei laughed almost at the same time, as before.

"Junior brother, you come, I don't worry! This is the score of "The Joy of Snowflakes", and I'll leave it to you! ”

Solemnly taking the stave handed over by Zhang Wei, Yang Mobai smiled embarrassedly.

"The senior has won the award, and when you have your hands ready, we are working together once!"

"Okay, then you practice, I'll go back first!"

Yang Mobai's words made Zhang Wei very happy, and he didn't know if it was because he heard his compliments or because of the joy of the beloved he trusted.

"Ah, Yin Yue, when did you come?"

Zhang Wei, who got up from the piano chair, was about to turn around and leave, when he suddenly saw Yin Yue holding a stack of papers in his arms, standing there quietly, and couldn't help but be startled.

"I'm going to die, you're almost scared away by you!"

Zhang Wei and Yin Yue are also old acquaintances, and more importantly, he is familiar with Wang Beibei! And Wang Beibei and Yin Yue often stick together, and they get acquainted with each other when they come and go.

"Eh, senior sister!"

Hearing Zhang Wei's exclamation, Yang Mobai hurriedly turned his head to look, and sure enough, it was Yin Yue.

"I just arrived, you didn't pay attention!"

"Oh, that's it, that's it, you talk, I'll go first, I've been sitting all morning, it's time to forage for food!"

As he spoke, Zhang Wei waved his hand, crossed Yin Yue, pushed the door and left.

In the huge piano room, there are only two left, Yang Mobai and Yin Yue.

Today's Yin Yue is wearing a white T-shirt with a large collar with semi-long sleeves, revealing her deadly collarbone and left half-fragrant shoulder.

The key, and what's even worse, looking at Yin Yue, who was a little sexy in front of him, Yang Mobai unconsciously remembered that a few days ago, at the daily coffee, Tang Yu said that he was interested in Yin Yue, and his guilt suddenly doubled.

"Ahem, what's that, senior sister, are you here?"

Don't dare to let yourself continue to think nonsense, Yang Mobai asked after coughing dryly twice.

"I came to write the host script, and I just happened to hear the sound of the piano upstairs, so I came up to take a look!"

It didn't seem to notice the strange color that crossed Yang Mobai's eyes before, Yin Yue responded, and walked straight to the rest area not far away and sat down.

There happened to be a small round table and two small stools there, which was very suitable for Yin Yue to write a manuscript.

Raised his index finger and scratched his face indiscriminately twice, Yin Yue's behavior like this Yang Mobai was confused, and he didn't understand which game he was going to play.

"You practice, don't worry about me, I'll just write it here!"

Brushing the hair that had fallen to her ears, Yin Yue looked up at Yang Mobai, who was still standing there stupidly, and said lightly.

"I used to be the piano of the orchestra, and I played "The Happiness of Snowflakes", if you don't understand something, just ask!"

After that, he lowered his head again and wrote the manuscript seriously.

When she lowered her head, the strands of hair that had been lifted earlier slipped from Yin Yue's ears again and hung down beside her cheeks.

It's just that this time Yin Yue ignored it, and still buried her head between the lines seriously.

"Oh!"

Looking at the strand of hair on the side of Yin Yue's face, Yang Mobai wanted to go up and help her pick it up.

It's a pity that he didn't dare, so he had to respond.

However, there was a big beauty sitting next to him, although the beauty didn't bother listening to him play the piano at all, Yang Mobai still felt full of energy, and even his mind was much clearer, and his state was compared to before, and he had to keep up with it.

The mood is happy, the rhythm of the natural fingertips is also extraordinarily moving, the music is melodious, and after a while, Yang Mobai memorized the score.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, the pen in Yin Yue's hand slammed down, raised his head and stopped Yang Mobai.

"Dang!"

The finger was wrong, and there was a sound that should not have been, Yang Mobai looked at Yin Yue who was browning suspiciously, although she had a different kind of beauty at this time, but Yang Mobai didn't dare to think about it at all.

I was stopped before I finished playing, which is obviously a big mistake.

"You just played it wrong, the last bar, the last one should be the treble D, you played it as alto, and it's like this twice in a row, look at the score again, you should have memorized it wrong!"