Su Aya pulled Wen Hao, and his voice sounded smoothly, and then said, "Wen Hao, I heard that you have learned the piano." ”

"I've learned a few."

"How's your playing technique?"

"It's okay, I didn't study it professionally."

"Do you like the piano?"

"Like"

"What is this piano?"

"I just won't send it from a friend abroad."

"Oh"

Su Aya pushed Wen Hao to sit down, and said with a smile, "Since you can, play a tune for me." ”

"I said I'm not a professional." Wen Hao wanted to stand up again, but was pressed down again by Su Aya, and Su Aya said again, "It's not professional, I know it must be good if I look at your fingers." ”

"Wen Hao, what tunes do you play?"

"You say, I'll try to play it for you."

"Didn't you say you didn't study it professionally? So confident? ”

"It's still a bit basic, okay!"

"Hah, that's fine." Su Aya sneered again.

"What do you want to hear?" Wen Hao raised his eyes and asked with a soft light.

"Canon"

"You listen to Canon too?"

"The melody is good, simple, and sad."

"Well, I will." Wen Hao smiled, Su Aya's eyes were filled with Wen Hao's smile, she understood that this smile was the best-looking and best-looking smile she had ever seen, Wen Hao's skillful technique played the canon, a white shirt smiled gently and lovely, and there seemed to be a layer of mist around him, the shallow and faint sunlight sprinkled on his cheeks, like a dream, his handsome cheeks were dyed with a hint of redness, that faint smile hooked people's souls, at this time he was as handsome and handsome as a prince in a fairy tale.

The heartbeat in Su Aya's heart was pounding, and this heart seemed to be replaced with reborn blood, constantly flowing and circulating, and it was surrounding the white-clothed young man in front of him.

The appearance of the young man in white has added a lot of bright colors to her life.

Have you ever met such a person, his every move, smile seems to be tied to the heart, and since then when you meet him again, you have ever wanted to live happily with him?

The beautiful melody was melodious and slow, Su Aya was fascinated to listen to it, her eyes looked at the fingertips of the young man in white, the hands, the bones were so good-looking, and the young man's black eyes seemed to be hidden in the brightest star in the night sky.

After finishing the song, Wen Hao stopped and released the piano keys in his hand, raised his eyes to look at Su Aya, but Su Aya had not yet reacted, looked at him and was stunned for a second, then approached him indifferently and smiled indifferently.

"It's good, my favorite thing to listen to is Canon."

"If you like it."

Canon does not refer to a single piece in particular, but originally meant "rule": "The same melody appears in succession in each voice at different heights, such as the same degree or fifth, resulting in successive imitations, with one part chasing the other from beginning to end." ”

Su Aya's eyes deepened slightly, and then she paused, "Until the end, they will merge together and never separate, just like the unswerving love in the world, the two people who love each other live and die together, and they are extremely entangled." ”

"You know this?" Wen Hao's eyes widened suddenly, slightly surprised,

"I'm not a professional either." Su Aya spread her hands, sat next to Wen Hao and said, "Learning piano, at the beginning, it was really interesting, but then it became more and more boring, and in the end you will feel that it is a kind of torture." ”

"I know you've learned, and you've done it on purpose." Wen Hao didn't blame Su Aya for not telling the truth in his tone.

"I studied piano when I was four years old, and I didn't like it." Su Aya drilled into Wen Hao's arms like a kitten, Wen Hao touched Su Aya's head and said gently, "Then why do you want to learn?" ”

"Because of my parents, they want me to be all-powerful, and I know they're all doing it for my good." Su Aya grabbed Wen Hao's shirt and said softly, "Is it okay for you to hug me, my prince." ”

"Why are you so naïve?" Although Wen Hao said this, his hand still hugged Su Aya tightly.

"When I was four years old, other children were in kindergarten, my mother took a stick and asked me to learn piano at home, she said that I was useless, I envied that other children could get the teacher's little red flower, they could get the candy rewarded by the teacher, and they could even hug the teacher and let the teacher praise them." Su Aya couldn't help but feel sad in her heart, she tightened Wen Hao's shirt and said, "I lost my temper when I was a child, my mother never let me lose my temper, as soon as I lost my temper, she ignored me, closed the door, and cried alone, I knew that I had done something wrong again, which made her angry." ”

Wen Hao rubbed Su Aya's hair, and said with a little distress, "I know you are tired and hard. ”

"My mother is a crying person, she is timid, she is very weak, she is very afraid of the dark, I am also very afraid of the dark, my mother is a crybaby, but she still tried hard to give birth to me, I thought that my father's favorite person was her, they would always be together, white head to old age, always together."

"Okay, it's okay, don't be sad" Wen Hao comforted Su Aya, who hugged him with a sour tone, he didn't know how to comfort her in front of him, in the past, if he had appeared earlier, wouldn't it be better?

"When I was eight years old, my mother was obsessed with dancing, but I didn't like dancing, she hired a dance teacher for me, my father also supported my mother, the elementary school teacher asked me to go back to school, my mother always asked me to take leave, and then when I danced, I broke my leg, and my mother didn't feel sorry for me, and then I finally got better. She asked me to dance again, I was afraid of the dance teacher, as long as I didn't do well, she would beat me, and my mother said that if I got distracted or something, she would beat me, and she really didn't show mercy. ”

Su Aya...... I'm sorry. Wen Hao kissed Su Aya's cheek. Su Aya's eyes shone with a soft light and said aggrievedly, "You are not sorry for me, I know you very well." ”

"You're a fool." Wen Hao stroked the tips of Su Aya's hair.

"If I were really stupid, I wouldn't have pestered you like this."

"Then tell me, what should I do now?"

"When I'm sad, can you play Canon for me?"

"Don't."

"Why?"

"Who wants to go to school every day and carry a piano to school?"

Su Aya raised her eyes and sneered, and said with a smile, "Wen Hao Xiaocao, are you serious?" ”

"Or else?"

"Forget it." Su Aya loosened Wen Hao's shirt and revealed an uncontrollable smile.

"Finally laughed."

"Huh?"

"I really feel sorry for your sad appearance." Wen Hao grabbed Su Aya's hand, put it on his chest, and said with tenderness in his eyes, "Promise me, don't make me feel distressed." ”

"Ouch, really?" Su Aya smiled, was in a happy mood, and said, "Your flirting skills are not so bad!" ”

"Truth."

"Trust you for now."

"Well, would you like to hear my story?" Wen Hao stroked the ends of Su Aya's hair and said, "Actually, I don't have a story. ”

"Well, then don't listen, you can just hug me."

"Why are you so greedy?"

"You said you like me, why can't I be greedy, I like you too, okay?"

"Yes, I like you."

"That's it."

"So you have a boyfriend who is a top student, do you want to study hard?"

"Of course I will study hard."

"That's good." Wen Hao touched Su Aya's hair again.

"Don't touch my hair, I'm not a puppy."

"You're a kitten, the cutest kind."