I had no intention of proposing. The woman Zhao Yunyun said okay. She's done. He smiled at me. Then turn around. Walked up to the piano. Take it and remove the cloth. Gently wipe dust off the keys. She sat there. Pull your long, waterfall-like hair behind your ears. She slowly rolled up her skirt and rolled up her sleeves. Revealing slender white fingers. She breathed a sigh of relief. The fingers then fall to the keys, forming a melodic and mountain-like tune. It can't help but make people feel excited.

I asked her what kind of melody was so good. She replied slowly. A world famous song. To Alice. I don't know how to pretend to understand. No wonder it sounds so good. It turned out to be a world famous song'.

I didn't finish my sentence. Her music 'suddenly' became high-pitched. There was a feeling that the wind was torn apart and was about to explode. The melody sounds rough. But it's like a telling. A kind of catharsis. I asked unconsciously;

"What kind of tune is this? It's a lot more intense than just now."

"Beethoven's Symphony of Life," she said softly.

"Oh. Got it. You play so well," I applauded

"Yes. Actually. Some people also praised me for playing the piano well. I taught my daughter. But I haven't played her well yet. The woman looked proud at the mention of her daughter.

"She must be a lovely child"

"Yes. She is excellent......"

I stood there a little dazed. The middle-aged woman Zhao Yunyun is still sitting in front of the piano. Let's talk about it. I don't know what to say. I looked up at dusk and saw a beautiful oil painting hanging on the wall in the corner. I pointed to the oil painting on the wall with a wordless appreciation:

"That painting is beautiful. Although it is not as majestic as landscape painting. But it's so freehand. So real. Those. All the best. Their brushstrokes are never fancy. The most particular about natural flow. Where the brush lands. The more unpretentious it seems. It is even more precious. So. The closer it is to nature. the more true"

"That's what I painted"

"You" I thought was a little incredible. Usually we always praise people. 'You're so versatile'. But there aren't many people who are really versatile.

"Yes. It's me. A very simple painting. Or rather. I'm drawing and playing. But you interpret so many meanings. You know how to draw better than I do."

"I listened to my sister. Her embroidery is wonderful. She said that painting and embroidery are a truth. Put the best things in the world and what you want to express the most on paper or cloth. That's it. The easier it will be for you to see things for what they are."

"I don't think you're mortal. There's so much you can see. You have that ability. So you can do a lot of things. It's like you can slay demons. And I can't do it."

"Sister Zhao. You're serious. We are all human beings like you. It's just interlaced like a mountain. It's like I can't play the piano. I'm also curious about the mysteries in the music."

"Didn't I tell you to stop calling that?"

"What."

"Call me Yunyun. That makes me look younger," Zhao Yunyun looked at me very seriously.

"Yes," I smiled incomprehensibly. It's embarrassing.

She sat down at the piano again. Where the fingers land. Knock out melodic music. Subtlety. It's like flowing water. Euphemism. A thousand turns. Breath back...... From noon all the way to the afternoon. She's been there crying and complaining. I was the only listener. Sit there and listen all the time. I was fascinated by it. Even forgot to eat lunch.

Until. Evening. Zhao Yunyun's daughter, Nie Jinting, returned home from school. The two of us woke up to a mesmerizing melody. There is a feeling of being in a different world.

Zhao Yunyun's daughter, Nie Jinting, saw me and her mother sitting at the piano. She smiled and looked at me for a long time. She thought ......

"This uncle is good. Mom. You have to take good hold of it."

"Call me brother. I'm not a few years older than you," I saw her daughter misunderstand. Hurriedly explained.

"How?"

"I'm only eighteen years old." I'm out of my words. Zhao Yunyun and her daughter were shocked. They couldn't believe their eyes. I then explained:

"If. Every time I go out of work, I look childish. Like a child. Do you think others will be convinced? ”

"Nope. It's not" The woman Zhao Yunyun actually smiled in disbelief:

"That's why you're pretending to be very mature and stable. Deliberately. Or ......"

"Yes. Deliberate"

"Then how long have you been in this Mr. Yin and Yang industry?" She asked

"Almost two years."

"That's you. You...... Every time. Dive into the night. Fight those who have been wronged. Are you afraid? You're still so young. She asked me with the curiosity of an outsider

"Afraid" I don't have to say. Zhao Yunyun was shocked again. She thought that Mr. Yin and Yang was the Lord who was not afraid of heaven and earth. Heaven to earth. Omnipotent.

"I'm also worried that I won't see the sun tomorrow. Afraid that I will never see my beloved lover again"

"Since you're so small. Why are you still willing to do this. Do your parents care about you? ”

"I'm just carrying on Master's legacy. I can't choose and I don't have to."

"Your master."

"Yes. My Master. He has passed away. And I was his only apprentice. So. I'm going to take over his business," I said, "I'm neither humble nor arrogant." Let's talk about it.

"You're not mortal. An eighteen-year-old child. Most of this age is in high school at school. And you are calm. Surprisingly calm. In and out of the Longtan Tiger's Den. Eliminate disasters for others. You make me admire as an adult. You're a great guy."

"Thank you. Don't dare to be" I still don't act in a hurry. Sit still.

Nearing one’s end. The remnant sun is like blood. Twilight in the early winter. There is no cruel scenery yet. I got up and stood in front of the living room window. Look at the neon lights on the street corners outside the community. Somewhat at a loss. The woman, Zhao Yunyun, stood beside me with her arms in her arms. Say:

"It's going to get dark. Let's go out to dinner. It's all at this point in time. I really don't have the heart to make you dinner like breakfast. I'm sincere. It's also hospitality."

"Don't go out. Don't break the bank. Just take a bite. I'm not very particular about it. It's like you make oil cakes in the morning."

"You want to be beautiful. But I have to have the heart to do it. Let's go. Let's go eat outside," Zhao Yunyun picked up his coat. Pull me to the door. Shouting. Her daughter Nie Jinting went out to eat. I saw Nie Jinting come out of the room she saw and said pitifully:

"But I haven't taken a shower yet. It's so dirty for a day."

"Come back and wash it again. Today. Mom will give you some of your favorite pineapple grunt meat. ”

"Okay. Then I won't be showering today. Oh also"

Zhao Yunyun opened the door. I still pushed back again and again: "Sister Zhao." Let's not go. I didn't do anything for you. How can I accept your invitation? It's not too late to get things done for you."

"You're thinking too much. We just had a casual dinner. I can't leave you alone at home and hungry. Let alone. You're here to help me. How can I slow you down? You say yes or no. ”

"Nie Jinting, you pull your uncle. Good or not"

"Let's go. Little uncle," Nie Jinting said very naughtily.

"You might as well call me brother. Otherwise. Awkward to hear"

I finally can't resist the woman Zhao Yunyun. Finally in her stiffness. Walk with her and her daughter into a Lucai hotel. She was generous. Just the three of us. There is also a little girl. She even asked for a separate private room. And there was a separate waiter for us.

I obey the woman's arrangement. Sit in a private room. I watched her whisper to the waiter. You can see it. She must be a regular here. I know a lot about the rules of dining. I looked at the delicate woman in front of me and felt that she must be very simple. She is proficient in reciting poetry, painting, and stroking the piano. Think back then. It must be a lady. How can you be so disgraced.

"Sister Zhao. Don't break the bank. The simpler the better. Otherwise. It's hard for me to speak."

She smiled at me when she heard it. And then. Said to the waiter. Go ahead. Subsequently. She stood up, took off her coat, and put it on the dining chair. Twist your graceful posture a few times. Sexy shapely body. At a glance. It's like a teenage mom. This woman is simply a natural stunner.

"You don't have a saying. Is sincerity spiritual? If. I've treated you little fairy slowly. That. Do I have to do my business?"

"Sister Zhao. You are the one who understands. You should know. If. I'm just here to make money or to eat and drink. I really don't want to be in this industry."

"Look at you. Serious again, isn't it? You have taken away the calamity for me. Recoup my losses. What if I treat you to a meal? You're thinking too much at a young age."

I speak and behave maturely. But still a child in front of her. In a few words, she struck back. Then I have no choice but to be respectful and obey. As I expected. She ordered almost twenty or more dishes. Lots of dishes. Exhaustive. But it's okay. It's all in small portions. The three of us ate a plate of dishes with almost two chopsticks

One dish after another. All report the name of the dish. Attentive service from the waiter. None of the three of us drink alcohol. Eat until the end. She couldn't eat it either. I'm used to living a poor life. Fear of waste. Still. Gobble up. It's like. The gentleman when he didn't speak. Eat until the end. There are still a few dishes left. I asked the woman Zhao Yunyun naively. Say. 'Sister Zhao. You see if these dishes can be returned. It must be a lot of money.

"You just eat. Leave the rest alone."

I heard that. Just sweep away the remaining plates of side dishes. In the end, they all ate stupid bears. Can't stand up and can't sit down. made her laugh at me:

"Little uncle. You can eat it again. Eat."

"I can't eat it. It's going to kill me."

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