Qiao Wan'er instructed July to lead the spring rain and winter snow to carefully wipe and clean the pavilion of Qingfeng Garden.

The pillar was scrubbed with oil, Qiao Wan'er looked like a happy first-year freshman, the pavilion was her school, walking over, touching here, touching there, the desk used to place the piano became sacred in her eyes at this moment.

The interest and euphoria of something new, she hasn't had for a long time.

Dull, give up, forget it, don't want to move, it's boring...... That's how she was before.

And at this moment, she only feels that life is brand new, except for the fact that she was almost poisoned, every moment here makes Qiao Wan'er feel sunny and spring.

The thing she regrets the most is that she doesn't have a mobile phone! But she can't make it!

However, although Qiao Wan'er can't record her life with photos, she still has her own ghost ideas, such as stick figures......

She specially tied many pages of paper with rope to make a handbook, and recorded the daily events and moods in simple doodles and words.

At this moment, for example, she was holding her ledger and drawing on the piano on the desk, and she wanted to draw the joy of the day.

Qiao Wan'er's stick figure is still okay, and after a few strokes, there is the outline of the desk and the piano on the paper.

Add some cute little stars, small hearts, and write the word happy in artistic font.

Qiao Wan'er drew seriously, and she didn't realize that someone was coming.

When the pianist came, his steps were very light, dressed in white, with long hair fluttering, like a hermit in the martial arts.

He saw Qiao Wan'er giggling there with a brush and paper from a distance, and when July found him, he wanted to tell Qiao Wan'er, but he saw the violinist reach out to his mouth and signal July not to make a sound.

After all, he is Madame's master, and she still has to treat him respectfully. So July honestly shut up.

When the pianist walked behind Qiao Wan'er after a detour, she still didn't notice that there were two more people behind her.

"Hey, hey, July. Look at the painting I made today, isn't it superb! ”

When she felt that the painting was finally finished, and was proudly holding it up to Qiyue, she turned around, and she was startled by the violinist, and the ledger fell directly to the ground.

"Yikes! Scared the hell out of me! Master, when did you come? Do you walk without a sound? Scared the baby to death......"

As soon as the words came out, Qiao Wan'er realized that she had said the wrong thing again in a panic. He smiled awkwardly.

The luthier didn't react much to her reaction, just bent down and picked up the sketchbook that Qiao Wan'er had dropped on the ground.

Qiao Wan'er blushed, it's too bad, she has to get it back, her skills are estimated to be about the same as the level of children in the kindergarten class, and there are ...... in front

Ah, can't let him roll forward!

But the violinist couldn't hear her ventriloquist or look at her expression...... Straight forward.

"Master...... Please...... Give it back to me......"

Qiao Wan'er reached out directly to take it, but the pianist just said lightly, "Look, it's okay." ”

Qiao Wan'er couldn't see the expression under his mask, but there seemed to be a power in the pianist's voice, and that power made Qiao Wan'er refuse.

Then ...... Wait for the shame.

Seeing his wife's embarrassment, she wanted to laugh, but she was afraid that Qiao Wan'er would fine her for a while, so she could only endure it hard.

She had seen Qiao Wan'er's handbook, and there were some cute things on it, pastries and desserts, fruits, beautiful clothes, and ...... The general's various appearances......

Although it is very careful, because it is so ugly, July only seems to find it funny......

The luthier flipped through the paintings.

A page draws a variety of pastries, with the caption: I ate a lot of delicious food today, and look. Favorite. Least liked. Sweet. Good days.

There are many sets of clothes drawn on one page, and the picture is accompanied by the text: Sister is good, sister is wonderful, sister is really croaking.

……

The face under the violinist's mask has been smiling for a long time......

He felt that if he held it any longer, he would definitely hold back his internal injuries.

What kind of species is this woman...... The luthier was puzzled.

The smile of the luthier under the mask was piled up on his face.

But it froze again.

The picture book in his hand has turned to the page with Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu in the painting is leaning over to kiss Qiao Wan'er, although the painting is extremely ugly and funny, but the pianist suddenly can't laugh.

The words on it pierced his eyes even more.

He kissed me again today, and he was leaving, I don't know what it was like in my heart......

Qiao Wan'er realized that the pianist should have almost turned the page by now, so she snatched it.

"Master! Let's get started! ”

She put away her handbook as fast as she could, handed it to July, and then sat down beside the piano, obediently waiting for the luthier to teach.

The piano on top was Zhou Yu's, the pianist glanced at it, and said directly: "Change it, let's start the class." ”

Somehow, when Qiao Wan'er heard the pianist's words, she always felt that the pianist seemed to be a little unhappy, but because she couldn't see the expression, Qiao Wan'er didn't dare to ask, she tried to read something from the violinist's dark eyes.

When her gaze stopped at those eyes, she only felt a little cold.

It's miserable, this master is probably a strict master...... When Qiao Wan'er thought of this, she immediately sat upright, to show that she was a good student who was eager to learn.

"Master, where do we start?" In those clear eyes, there was a clear stream.

That clear stream flowed into the violinist's eyes, and then penetrated into his heart little by little.

Why did he feel hurt?

This woman, for him, has always been a flower in the moon mirror in the water, and her eyes can reach it, but he will never be able to touch it in his life.

That...... Let's just teach well.

"I want to know what you know." The violinist's voice was a little warmer, and this softness made Qiao Wan'er's heart feel a little more at ease.

Can...... She didn't seem to know anything.

"I ...... I knew it was a piano, and the sound of each string was different. ”

As soon as Qiao Wan'er spoke, July couldn't hold back anymore and laughed out loud.

The violinist looked at July, who immediately closed his mouth.

The little guy he brought with him walked up to July and whispered in her ear, "My husband doesn't like to be disturbed, let's walk a few steps away and look at the big rock." ”

July nodded, she had long wanted to leave, Madame was really going to laugh her to death.

The pianist turned his head to look at Qiao Wan'er and said softly, "Very good, you already know a lot." ”

Qiao Wan'er: ......

If you want to laugh at people, it's not like this, you have the ability to laugh out loud! What's the point of turning a corner like this!

But ventriloquism is ventriloquism, Qiao Wan'er listened to the words of the piano master, immediately lowered her head, and said with an expression that I was ashamed of my ignorance: "Master, I believe that through my serious study, you will definitely be able to impress me!" ”

What is this girl, when did he look down on her. The luthier looked at her well-behaved appearance and couldn't help but reach out his hand, he wanted to touch her head.

But the hand froze in the air, and instead put it on the piano, and a "hmm" floated out of his mouth, and he nodded slightly.

Then, he stopped talking, looked at the bridge Wan'er in front of him, and his thoughts came to his heart, and the ten clear and white hands danced on the piano like that, like a spring breeze blowing through the bamboo forest, and like an autumn breeze, the autumn leaves fell......

The pianist played a song of Pujia, which was graceful and charming. Qiao Wan'er had heard Zhou Yu play, so she remembered this song.

Qu Bi.

Qiao Wan'er held her chin and asked in a daze: "Master, when you play this song, you must be thinking about your sweetheart." ”

If you don't think about your sweetheart, how can the melody be so touching.

"Hmm."

The luthier just made a soft mum again......