"You like music?" Yin Mo looked at He Beifan, and there was a trace of disdain in his eyes, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Yes." Bei Fan looked at the boy who was slightly older than this, and there was not the slightest timidity on his cheeks.

He didn't understand why Yin Mo was inexplicably hostile to him, he didn't provoke him, but he didn't know why his cheeks were so indifferent.

"I can't see it, you like music too." The boy said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and Beifan could see that he was disdainful of him, but he didn't know what qualifications he had to do so.

Seeing him like this, it changed He Beifan's mind that he wanted to look up at him.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong? Bei Fan gave him a slightly rude look, and he didn't want to do it.

However, Yin Mo's stinky frame will always make him feel upset. didn't expect this kid to be so powerful, Yin Mo was taken aback, but smiled embarrassedly.

"Do you know how to play the piano?" The boy looked at him steadily, and such a questioning look always made people feel uncomfortable.

This time He Beifan didn't intend to answer his words, he turned his face indifferently, and did not save face for Yin Mo in front of Yin Dixiao.

"What does it matter to you whether I can play the piano or not?" His words were indeed a bit rushing, but they were not unreasonable, but they made Yin Mo misunderstand his meaning again.

"Oh, so you just can't play?" He wiped his mouth as he spoke, as if he was very proud, "It's a pity, I still want to compete with you, but ......"

Yin Mo wanted to say something again, but was interrupted by Bei Fan, "Okay, come on." ”

He Beifan stood up quite happily after speaking, he didn't plan to say anything more to someone like Yin Mo.

Such a bold appearance made Yin Mo startled, you must know that no one is willing to compete with him for piano when he is so big.

He Beifan, a hairy boy, obviously had eyes and didn't know Mount Tai, so he actually agreed to his unintentional words.

Anyway, today when his father is here, he can't eat and walks around. But it turned out that Yin Mo's idea was too naïve.

Even though He Beifan had never been to Yin Dixiao's home, in front of his teacher, he didn't think he had to be restrained.

Instead, he walked straight to the front of the black and white key, and before he could sit down, Yin Mo spoke first, "You get out of the way, let me come first." ”

The boy had a domineering attitude that could not be concealed, of course, this was his own family's territory, and He Beifan didn't want to say anything, just looked at him silently.

Yin Dixiao was unusually interested, he did not dissuade his son, but wanted to see the two of them compete.

No matter who had the upper hand, he didn't live up to the man's hard work for so long, he pursed his lips, and his eyes became more focused.

Beifan didn't have anything to say, so he stood upright next to the piano, even if he knew that this was the teacher's child, He Beifan didn't feel anything, and he thought that he had received no less musical influence than Yin Mo since he was a child.

At that time, Yin Mo was already sitting on the piano bench in front of the black and white keys, his slender fingers were quite skillfully placed in front of the keyboard and played, and the melodious piano sound immediately sounded in the bright room.

Yin Mo, a student of the Conservatory of Music, really has two brushes, and his proficiency in the piano has to be admired by He Beifan.

It's just that the boy's technique is not as delicate as Beifan imagined, and some of the ways he plays make him feel rough.

But Yin Mo didn't feel anything himself, and he had to admit that he didn't care about this aspect of demeanor, so he didn't show the beauty he should have in this part of the performance, but instead had a sense of randomness, shaking his head and hanging his head.

At the end of the song, Yin Mo's cheeks couldn't hide his innate pride, his father was a music teacher at school, and he didn't need to bow to anyone in terms of piano talent.

But He Beifan is not a good stubble, what he wants to do most is to compete with a competitive opponent like Yin Mo, even after the boy plays, he is no longer as confident as before.

But Beifan has also been playing the piano for so many years, and he still has the most basic psychological quality. As the saying goes, the boat is naturally straight to the bridge, and the hard training day and night is not what makes him afraid of the field at this time.

The young man didn't say a word, but there was an indescribable calmness in his eyes. What's more, Yin Dixiao has always been strict with him, and he has no reason to drop the chain at this time.

Bei Fan breathed a sigh of relief gently, and then sat down in front of the piano quite relieved.

He didn't carry the sheet music with him, of course, he had never played the pieces on the music stand, and he didn't plan to play the piece that Yin Mo had just performed.

The young man closed his eyes slightly, and in the next second, Beifan played "Storm Minor".

This is a difficult piano piece, but it has been practiced by the boy hundreds of times, in order to achieve Yin Dixiao's satisfaction, for this reason, there are a few whip marks on the back of his hand.

Now, at last, it's time for mortal performance.

Different from Yin Mo's casualness, He Beifan was still as restrained as ever, and the young man sat straight on the piano bench as formal as he practiced in the piano room on weekdays.

The slender fingers were placed on the surface of the piano very upright, and the eyes were looking straight ahead, and the smooth notes jumped out of the black and white keys.

Yin Dixiao, who was sitting on the sofa, closed his dark eyes slightly, and had to admit that listening to He Beifan playing piano music was a pleasure. And his ears, though extremely critical, did not hear the slightest blemish.

He Beifan was not nervous, the young man played very freely, and the slender fingers showed more lightness at this time.

Each key is spiritually enriched under the boy's hands, and it does not look like something artificially made, but rather has its own mission and emotion.

Those bright eyes are very engaged, and he really blends in with the music, forgetting the time and forgetting himself.

At this time, he was no longer He Beifan, he was just a bystander to a storm, at first it was a light wind and drizzle, and then it was a raging wind and rain, he almost threw everything away and immersed himself in the sound of the rain, and how could he be restrained when playing.

He just sat upright habitually, like a piano master, his brows furrowed slightly, but the mood on his cheeks was indifferent.

At that time, Yin Mo stood aside but looked unusually weak-hearted, and he no longer had the confidence to be talented, and his slightly slender hands unconsciously burst out some beads of sweat at this time.

What he was afraid of, Yin Mo himself didn't know, this time it might be a shame for his father.

It's just that he doesn't want to, which makes Yin Mo can't help but look at Bei Fanlai sitting in front of the piano again.

He knew in his heart that this boy was not as simple as he seemed on the outside, and it was not without reason that he dared to agree to his challenge.

At least, Beifan's current piano level is more than enough to cope with the exam of a conservatory, but He Beifan is only a high school student who is two years younger than himself, and it is really admirable to have such a talent.

The song was finished, but Beifan had not yet recovered from the music just now, the young man closed his eyes slightly, his cheeks looked very serious, but there was a light applause in the room.

He Beifan couldn't help but be jumped, the boy subconsciously opened his eyes, of course, he was far from being frightened by him, He Beifan was naturally Yin Mo.

The expression on the young man's cheeks was hard to see, and in Yin Mo's impression, his father had never encouraged him to play the piano.

It's just that he has never gotten such a simple gesture of applause, this time, he really lost, and from the expression on his father's face Yin Mo was enough to see his fiasco.

"Okay, okay, Beifan, you play awesomely, but it's much better than when you first started."

Although he was usually a strong seriousness, he couldn't hide the smile on his cheeks at all, and He Beifan was more flattered.

It had been a long time since he had heard such words of encouragement, and today he suddenly heard an irrepressible excitement.

"No, there's still a lot to improve." Bei Fan pursed his lips a little embarrassed, he stood there and had a feeling of being at a loss.

Yin Dixiao walked towards him slowly, only to realize that Yin Mo, who had been left aside by himself, couldn't help but be a little embarrassed in such an atmosphere, which Yin Dixiao didn't expect, but the man didn't feel embarrassed at all.

After all, Bei Fan is his protégé, and Yin Mo is the child he brought up, and there is no difference in the teaching of music.

"You also play well Yin Mo", he came up with such a sentence, and it seemed a little perfunctory, even though his father said so, Yin Mo could also see that Yin Dixiao ignored himself.

The expression in the boy's eyes couldn't help but be a little lonely, "um" He just replied lightly, and he had already lost the pride he had just returned home.

He Beifan also seemed to sense something, "It's rude today." ”

He said lightly, he was really a little unhappy, but he couldn't be blamed for this matter, it was obvious that Yin Mo brought it up first to try the piano.

If he doesn't agree, he will lose face. Yin Mo crossed his waist and did not accept Beifan's inexplicable apology.

They were stalemate there, and Yin Dixiao's face was not good-looking, "Oh, that." ”

Seeing that his son was silent, Yin Dixiao had to pull down his face, "Look, what are you talking about?" ”

A polite smile appeared on the man's cheeks, "Yin Mo is also studying music, you can communicate more when you have time, and you can increase some knowledge from each other." ”

Seeing that his father said so, Yin Mo couldn't stay there all the time, "Hmm." ”

The boy replied softly, and his elongated face stretched even longer. and Bei Fan casually looked at each other, but those bright eyes were full of hostility.