The confession in Yu Moqin's heart has not yet arrived, but Wen Niannian has already quietly come.

After dinner, Wen Niannian's dedication to the piano rose again, and she sat down in front of the piano bench while Yu Moqin was not paying attention.

A yellow bear pajamas opened Wen Niannian's usual match with the piano temperament, but just practicing the piano, she didn't have so much sense of ritual to follow.

This is the walnut grand piano that Yu Moqin gave to Wen Niannian at that time, the appearance of the piano is well protected by them, and occasionally Yu Moqin is willing to play it when he is in a good mood, and Wen Niannian will always be addicted to it as always.

But most of the time the piano is still used in Wen Niannian's hands, she chose a song "Orange" today, in fact, this is her favorite song, but because there is always something missing in each playing, she rarely touches it.

It seems that this piece of music is a piece of poison, with a beautiful packaging, but it can't be swallowed.

The lively sound of the piano popped out of the piano one by one under the touch of Wen Niannian's fingers, spreading in this frighteningly large hallway, and it could not hide from Yu Moqin's ears.

Yu Moqin, who was sitting on the sofa sipping red wine and leisurely looking at business magazines, was stunned in the notes, he slowly put down the goblet in his hand, and the red wine lost its charm in this surprised piano sound.

He seemed to be pulled by a transparent silk thread and came to the piano that belonged to Wen Niannian, he leaned lightly on the piano, and his deep eyes were always only for Wen Niannian to live in the stars.

Wen Niannian's gentle and quiet appearance when she played the piano was portrayed over and over again in her memory, and the smile attached to the corner of her mouth was the greatest admiration for the sound of the piano.

At the end of the song, Wen Niannian, who had long noticed that Yu Moqin had been staring at him, had slightly flushed cheeks, which was even more intoxicating than the red makeup and light powder.

"What do you keep watching me do?" She seemed dissatisfied, but in fact, the girl's careful thoughts could not be hidden well, or secretly attracted her from daring to look at Yu Moqin's eyes through the world.

Yu Moqin saw her dodging, only to feel that the sense of accomplishment in his heart was pleased, and he asked Wen Niannian with a seemingly ulterior purpose, "Why haven't I seen you play this song before?" ”

On the piano, Wen Niannian tilted her head slightly, the surface of the piano reflected the water lines of the pool below, and a small piece floated on Wen Niannian's face, she thought about it seriously and felt a little inexplicable when she asked Yu Moqin the question she asked.

"Because every time I play, I feel like something is missing, and although I like it, I can't handle it." Her words were well thought out, and after learning each piece she always looked for her own shortcomings and corrected them.

But only this song seems to be missing a little bit no matter how it is played and how it is corrected.

"Heard of the original?" Yu Moqin then asked, of course, he already knew the answer.

As he guessed, Wen Niannian's answer to him was to shake his head, "I have only heard the version on the Internet, and I have not heard the original work played in person." ”

"Do you want to know the secret of playing this tune?" Yu Moqin suddenly sat on the edge of Wen Niannian's chair, and when he approached her, he was clearly telling Wen Niannian that he knew how to perform this piece perfectly.

Wen Niannian despised Yu Moqin disdainfully after understanding what he meant, in her opinion, although Yu Moqin was very capable, she couldn't guess the little secret hidden in the music by other composers, right?