"Okay, that's all for today's lesson." Yin Dixiao said that a pair of big hands naturally rested on the chair and stool in the music room, and the expression in his eyes looked very indifferent, the children performed well in today's class, so the man also felt extremely gratified, but when he saw He Beifan's sleepy look, his expression immediately became serious.

"He Beifan, you stay for a while." Yin Dixiao's words were very light, but he couldn't help but interrupt Beifan's train of thought. The young man on the piano bench stood up, and the expression in his eyes was slightly dull, "Ah." The boy couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but after a few seconds, he came to his senses, and his eyes looked straight at Yin Dixiao, full of confusion, "Do you have something to do with me?" He asked quite bluntly, but obviously, Yin Dixiao didn't intend to pay attention to the boy's question, and the man's gaze was still on the other students, "Ren Shupeng, don't forget to memorize music theory knowledge." When his student walked over, he still told with concern, but He Beifan had been thrown aside by the man, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all.

Until the rest of the students had left, the small music room was quiet again. He Beifan was naturally afraid of this deathly silence, and the boy's two hands rubbed against each other, as if he was very worried. The slightly immature back of the hand still has the traces left by Yin Dixiao's whipping last time, and it is still slightly red and swollen. Although Beifan was not afraid of the pain, Yin Dixiao's number was enough to make him feel pain. As for the man in front of him, he stood very straight, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something, but He Beifan obviously couldn't understand it. Naturally, I don't understand what medicine Yin Dixiao sells in his gourd.

After a long time, Yin Dixiao came to his senses, the man's brows gradually relaxed, and then he sat down on the chair in front of him, he breathed a long sigh of relief, which made He Beifan extremely nervous, although he didn't know what he did wrong, but the boy still couldn't help but lower his head, his lips were pursed, and his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up. Bei Fan's brain began to spin rapidly at this moment, and many question marks naturally popped up.

Yin Dixiao didn't notice He Beifan's tightness, but he didn't understand it, I don't know when the young man began to be afraid of himself, was it last time he hurt him? The man couldn't help but regret it when he thought about it. Looking at He Beifan's sad appearance again, it seems that the person sitting in front of him is not his division commander but a gallows. The hand that could have hung down naturally was carried behind the back of the young man, which was more like he was dodging something. The look of fear and dodging in Beifan's eyes made Beifan feel even more congested, and the man cleared his throat and looked at He Beifan who was standing in front of him.

"You don't have to be so nervous." Yin Dixiao's tone was very soft, he touched his hair, and his straight waist was slightly relaxed. But He Beifan didn't know how powerful Yin Dixiao was, since he was scolded by Yin Dixiao last time, he was even more in awe of him, and it was indeed a difficult thing for a teenager to take it easy. So, at this time, He Beifan looked very indifferent, and the boy was expressionless, still standing there upright.

Seeing his restrained and angry look, Yin Dixiao was obviously unhappy, "Come, Beifan, sit opposite me." The man said, gesturing to the seat across from him. He Beifan was very surprised by Yin Dixiao's performance, he didn't expect that he could still have such treatment. But the young man's heart was very calm, and his face almost did not change. He silently walked to the chair and sat down, but didn't say anything, his eyes were fixed on the table, and he didn't look at Yin Dixiao's face. And the injured hands naturally couldn't get on the table, but quietly hid under the table.

"Beifan, you look into my eyes." Although it was an order, Yin Dixiao's tone was very gentle. Even so, He Beifan didn't pay attention to it, as the so-called once he was bitten by a snake, he was afraid of the well rope for ten years. No matter how strong He Beifan's ability to bear is, he is also driven by flesh and blood. In the face of this person who scolded him, the young man couldn't be enthusiastic, and was even in a state of apprehension.

"That's fine." Seeing that He Beifan looked like he didn't want to advance, Yin Dixiao also had the idea of giving up, "Beifan, I am looking for you today, I want to ask, how are you preparing for the repertoire of the campus art festival?" Seeing that the young man had no intention of talking to him, the man asked straight to the point. Bei Fan was obviously not mentally prepared for Yin Dixiao's question, and the boy raised his head but didn't look at Yin Dixiao's eyes, but turned his face to the side, "No." The boy said lightly, but he didn't finish his sentence.

"What does it mean to have nothing?" Yin Dixiao asked, with a smile on his cheeks, he didn't know that He Beifan, who had always talked eloquently, also had such a time when words were like gold. But He Beifan didn't feel the kindness conveyed by the man, "I don't have time to prepare." Although this reason sounds a bit far-fetched, but it is Beifan's heart, he simply spit it out bluntly, and he doesn't intend to hide anything from Yin Dixiao. Don't have time to prepare? This reply obviously surprised Yin Dixiao, and his brows furrowed, "How can there be no time?" I had been notified of this two weeks ago. The man couldn't help but feel a little resentful as he spoke, which was naturally captured by the careful Beifan, "I'm sorry, I disappointed you again, but I really don't have time." He Beifan bit his lip and tried his best to control his emotions, he had no time to explain anything to Yin Dixiao now. For something like the art festival, Beifan naturally wants to participate. But it's a pity that he really doesn't have so much time, and now that he has made his choice, Fan is also relieved.

But on the contrary, Yin Dixiao seemed very excited, and the man's words became urgent, "Beifan, you should have a snack about the art festival." What a great opportunity this is, you don't take it. He chattered and persuaded, naturally he couldn't understand Beifan's own difficulties, but he couldn't figure out when Fan became like this, which was really incomprehensible to men, but no matter what he said, He Beifan was He Beifan, and his stubbornness was the same as always. The young man was silent, as if he hadn't heard what Yin Dixiao was saying. A small music room, where only the men were nagging and chattering.

Seeing that He Beifan didn't react, Yin Dixiao became even more anxious, "Beifan, I know that this kind of activity may make you feel tired, but this is also an opportunity to show your talents." The man couldn't help but feel a little dry as he spoke, "Think about it, the preparation process may be a little hard, but isn't this a kind of training for you?" His tone then became calm, "Besides, what a good stage to be able to perform in front of the whole school?" His voice became louder and louder, and he was very dissatisfied with He Beifan's retreat.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I've already decided." He Beifan has always been stubborn, and now he no longer has the energy to think about the art festival, and the daily work in the noodle restaurant has made the young man more aware of himself. Mother works until late at night, and Beifan is not small, so he naturally has to bear some. In such a state, practicing the piano is undoubtedly a luxury. At least, so far, Beifan has not been able to chase such an aesthetic thing.

"He Beifan." Yin Dixiao was obviously angry, and his thin face was a little more angry, "When did you become like this?" What about your efforts? He couldn't help but be a little excited, "You are going to be admitted to the conservatory in the future, and you rely on your own talents to eat." He looked into the boy's eyes, eager to see him through, "What's wrong with you now?" Mix and wait for death, and don't want to make progress. Yes, your current piano level is okay, but if you let yourself be lazy like this, you will really spend it. Yin Dixiao's words were hard to hear, but He Beifan didn't mind, in fact, he didn't think he could do anything. In these days at Uncle Lei's noodle restaurant, Fan also feels more and more that this piano hand is actually more suitable for serving dishes.

Seeing Beifan's indifferent attitude, Yin Dixiao was even more angry, "Your state in class is poor, and I don't want to say anything." Now you don't even want to fight for the opportunity to show yourself like this. He Beifan, you didn't have a long memory last time, did you, do you have to let me beat you? The man was angry, so he seemed to be speechless, he didn't intend to be angry, but somehow, he couldn't suppress himself. But in the next second, He Beifan's actions surprised him.

I saw Beifan stand up silently, he shouldn't let Yin Dixiao be disappointed again and again, but he was so helpless, the young man walked straight towards the windowsill of the music room. Yin Dixiao looked surprised, he didn't understand what He Beifan was going to do. But in the next second, He Beifan turned around and still held the whip in his hand. Bei Fan did not hesitate at all, but seemed very relieved, he walked towards Yin Dixiao, and handed him the whip with both hands.

"There's no need to take the sheet music this time, and I can't play it well." Bei Fan lowered his head as he spoke, "So, please don't embarrass me anymore, you can just smoke it." The boy's tone was very sad, but there was not the slightest cowardice in those eyes. Beifan stretched out his hand very consciously, and waited for Yin Dixiao's whip to be drawn. But the man opened his mouth and froze there, not relieving himself for a long time. He has been teaching for a few years and has never seen a student speak to him like this.

The whip in his hand became heavier and heavier, "Beifan, you, what do you mean by this?" His eyes as he looked at the boy were a little speechless. I'm sorry to disappoint you again. He Beifan's tone was very calm, "So, if you're angry, do it." No matter how much I hit me, I won't complain. He swallowed his throat again, "Just, I beg you, don't hit me while I'm playing the piano, because that startled feeling is really uncomfortable." Speaking of this, Bei Fan felt a little inappropriate, "However, if you insist on punishing me like this, I can also go and get the score." "Whoever says this seems to be humbled to the extreme.

But Yin Dixiao's eyes were extremely complicated, he didn't reply to Beifan's words, but his gaze was fixed on those hands. The whip marks on the back of his hand were still clearly visible, and the boy's skin was red and swollen, this was a pair of good piano players, but because of his anger, he became like this. The more Yin Dixiao thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, and then he hit the back of his hand with a fierce whip, and there was a pain from the bottom of his heart, the man immediately threw the whip on the ground, but gently stroked Beifan's hand, "Child, I didn't mean to punish you." I'm sorry, but I went too far. But Yin Dixiao's warm words did not arouse Beifan's touch, "No." You're right, I'm at fault, so please punish me, so that I feel less guilty. He Beifan said and leaned down to pick up the whip again, and handed it to Yin Dixiao quite respectfully. But even so, how can a man do it.

Seeing Yin Dixiao's hesitant appearance, He Beifan was very indifferent, "I am slacking off in my practice, such a mistake is unforgivable, so please punish you." "When it comes to this, men have nothing to hesitate about. The whip in his hand slowly fell and whipped on Beifan's already injured hand, but it was unusually gentle, but his eyes full of love and pity were a little red at the moment.