In the silence of the night, people are more sensitive to sound.

The cerebellum reacted faster than the brain, and the moment Qin Yan's eardrums vibrate, his limbs worked almost simultaneously, and in just a moment, the person had already jumped up towards the stairwell.

After I don't know how many seconds, he stopped at the last step of the stairs out of breath and blurted out, "How are you?" What happened? ”

In the dim light, Mo Yan grabbed the doorknob with one hand and stood on tiptoe against the door frame.

Hearing him speak, she turned her head defenselessly, and there was moisture in her apricot eyes after panic, which made people feel distressed.

Qin Yan strode closer, twisted his eyebrows and spoke again, with indescribable tenderness in his tone, "Scared?" ”

Mo Yan swallowed, trying to ignore the terrifying touch of a giant rat scurrying past her feet just now, and the hair touching her skin, and quickly adjusted her expression and returned to her usual appearance.

"It's okay, it's just a mouse, I was defenseless just now, and now it's okay." Anyway, I just don't admit that I'm afraid.

"Okay, then you can go in." Qin Yan listened to her words, and the fear in his heart also dissipated.

At that moment just now, a lot of thoughts rushed into his head, and he ran into a pervert? Burglary? Or wrestling? The only thing I didn't expect was that there were rats.

It's not strange to have rats in the old community, but she certainly won't accept helping her move to a better place.

Hearing this, Mo Yan took out the key, but I don't know if it was because his hand was still weak, and he didn't aim at the keyhole after inserting it several times, Qin Yan looked at her pretending to be strong, a little helpless, and stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the key, and I'll help you open the door." ”

When Mo Yan looked up at him and was stunned, Qin Yan took the key and opened the door, touched the switch button of the entrance and pressed it, and the layout of the room was directly exposed to the light.

The rental house is a two-bedroom apartment, not big, but clean and simple, with a cold color of misty blue, in line with the character of ink smoke, indifferent and alienated.

He stood at the door, didn't mean to go in, and said lightly to Mo Yan, "It's late, you go to bed early, good night." ”

This kind of behavior gave Mo Yan some security, she bit her lip lightly, and her heart was full of thoughts, but she couldn't invite a boy into the house in the middle of the night, so she said goodbye again, "Good night." ”

Qin Yan took two steps back, the sound of the door closing, and the dim sensor light in the corridor quickly went out.

He leaned against the wall, looking at the endless darkness, the light in his eyes gradually clearing, some frustration that he could not ask for, and some fearless beliefs, intertwined.

He didn't leave until the lights in the house went out and there was no sound.

It's just that I didn't expect that she is usually so strong and brave, and she is actually afraid of mice, which always feels a little cute.

Then I made a phone call and arranged a professional sanitizing company to help the whole community regularly eliminate the four pests in the way of volunteers.

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According to the agreement with Lao Jiu, Mo Yan came to Qingxi again to perform Konghou.

As he promised before, there is a special passage from the lounge to the performance area, and there is even a staff guard, which is impossible for outsiders to enter.

The designer in charge of the costume is a cute little girl, and the Hanfu prepared for her is also very beautiful, with a azure skirt with a blue straps and piping, and a fragrant leather shirt on the outside, simple and elegant, and finally helped her comb an ingots bun to add some playfulness, like a boudoir woman who walked out of the lady's picture.

Mo Yan was also very satisfied, and his whole body was tightly wrapped.

The opening song last time was "Li Ping's Dan Konghou" adapted by her grandmother, and today she chose a famous song "Spring River Flower Moon Night".

After the ink smoke sits down, adjust the breathing, hold the piano with both hands, and leap on the strings with ten fingers, kneading, slipping, pressing, and trembling skillfully, soft and clear followed, and soon seemed to be immersive, in this quiet night, the moon slowly rose, and a small boat gently rippled on the river.

In the private room of the Accord, an old man, squinting, pinching his beard, shook his head and muttered, "What a landscape painting scroll in the south of the Yangtze River." ”

"It's really good, Master, do you hear this instrument?" Another middle-aged man at the same table answered.

The old man opened his eyes suddenly, "Gong Hou? ”

"Yes, it's Konghou."

"A Konghou player with this kind of attainment, how can it take more than ten years of hard work." Li Lao stroked his beard, sighed, and suddenly turned his head to the waiter next to him and said, "Can I meet this performer?" ”

"I'll help you ask, wait a minute." After speaking, the waiter turned around and went out to find Lao Jiu.

Lao Jiu was accompanying Qin Yan in the exclusive private room, listening to the waiter's questioning, and refused without raising his head.

Qin Shao's mind has become more and more difficult to fathom recently, and it is difficult to distinguish between joy and anger, but he can't let people disturb his little fairy.

"Old Li, I'm very sorry, Miss Mo is not convenient to see you today."

Professor Li, the honorary president of the Vina Conservatory of Music and the first person in C folk music, and countless musicians want to get acquainted, were ruthlessly rejected today.

As soon as the waiter's voice fell, Yu Hai, the current principal of the Vina Conservatory of Music, didn't give any face, and burst out laughing.

"Hmph, she doesn't see me, I don't want to see her yet." Li Lao was very unhappy and turned his face, like a child who hadn't eaten candy, an old naughty boy in the end.

"Hehe, this gonghou is very rare, and there are not many people in the world who can play this instrument now, let alone such a high-level performer. There's an old man who wants to make a documentary about C folk music recently, right? Yu Hai was not used to him, but said cool things beside him.

“……”

Seeing that Li Lao didn't speak, Yu Hai took out a business card and handed it to the waiter, "Please help me give the business card to this Miss Mo and tell her that if you want to play Konghou on a bigger stage, you can contact me." ”

"Okay." The waiter respectfully accepted the business card, then turned around and went out again, looking for Lao Jiu.

When Lao Jiu saw the business card, he suppressed a smile and asked Qin Yan, "Can the business card of Yu Hai, the principal of Vina Conservatory of Music, be transferred to Miss Mo?" ”

Qin Yan leaned lazily against the window, and when he heard Lao Jiu's words, he raised his eyes and glanced at him.

Lao Jiu immediately handed over the business card.

The texture of the 450g Wild Flavors and Specialty Flavors is excellent, with elegant embossed bronzing fonts, on which there are only: Yu Hai of the Vina Conservatory and a string of numbers.

Qin Yan's slender fingers rubbed the card for a moment, confirmed that the card was correct, handed it back to Lao Jiu, and said lightly, "Give it to her." ”

He just wants to pinch off her rotten peach blossoms, not to pinch off her talent, the better she grows, the closer he can rely on her in the future, is this another kind of two-way running?

Thinking of this, he suddenly hooked his lips and smiled, evil and crazy.

Lao Jiu sighed, tsk, the alarm was lifted, and then ordered the waiter to send the business card to the rest room of Moyan.

At the end of the performance, Mo Yan returned to the lounge and saw this business card, was slightly stunned, and silently put the business card away; Her mother is a graduate of this school, and if she has the opportunity, she can go and see the place where her mother once studied.

When I was four or five years old, my strict mother always forced me to practice gonghou, and my little fingers were bloody, and I was so scared that I couldn't tell the resistance in my heart; After a few years, it finally became a habit and no longer resisted, and then her mother died, and in order to miss her mother, she volunteered to continue practicing with her grandmother; As she grew older, she slowly learned about the past and present of Konghou, and Konghou became her hobby.

Now, she prefers to regard the performance of Konghou as a kind of inheritance, the inheritance of her grandmother, the inheritance of her mother, and the inheritance of national culture.