When she came to Citron International, Miao Quan was already waiting at the gate of the community.

After seeing Han Shuang, he smiled and waved his hand.

Then led Han Shuang into the community.

"When are you and Professor Yang leaving?"

Seeing that Miao Quan kept her head down and didn't speak, Han Shuang asked casually.

Miao Quan was no longer domineering in the past, and her tone was very soft: "Just these few days!"

Then the atmosphere stiffened again.

Han Shuang was a little suspicious, this girl is usually happy, what's going on today?

It's like a different person.

In order to avoid embarrassment, he threw out another topic: "What do your parents do?"

"I don't know the specifics, maybe it's a company! I'm going to fly back to Yanzhou every two days, and my mother usually takes care of me at home, but today they both flew to Yanzhou."

Han Shuang heard it, this is the child of a rich family.

Come to think of it, how can a house that can afford Citron International be an ordinary family?

Soon, following Miao Quan came to a bronze gate on the opposite side, and I didn't know how she operated it, only to hear a crisp sound of "drop", and the door slowly opened.

"Come in!"

Walking into the room, Han Shuang saw the grand piano in the corner of the living room at first glance.

There is no way, in addition to a set of sofas and tables in the living room of Miao Quan's house, there is only a piano.

There were only a few paintings hanging on the walls, not even a TV.

Han Shuang naturally didn't think that her family was too poor to afford a TV, on the contrary, every object in the living room was estimated to be worth a few TVs.

Including those inconspicuous paintings.

"Do you want to drink water?"

Han Shuang shook his head and slowly walked to the piano.

It is a marbled milky white grand piano, which looks very similar to the one in the 208 piano room.

Miao Quan explained with a smile: "After I came to Zhongzhou, my father customized two pianos for me, this one is called the White Swan, and the other in the 208 piano room is called the Black Swan."

Han Shuang quipped, "If you have another one, do you want to call it a gray swan?"

Miao Quan was stunned: "How do you know? At my house in Yanzhou, there is really a gray swan!"

Han Shuang: "......"

When he saw the sheet music in the sheet music folder, he picked it up.

Miao Quan said, "This is the teacher's adapted version of the four-hand ensemble [To Alice]."

Han Shuang said lightly: "I'm not Yang Ying, you don't have to explain everything to me."

Miao Quan gave him a big white eye, as if complaining about his incomprehensible amorousness.

"Let's get started!"

The purpose of coming was to play in an ensemble, and Han Shuang was too lazy to be polite with her.

As he spoke, he put the sheet music in place and sat down on his stool.

"Humph!"

After expressing his dissatisfaction with Han Shuang with modal words, Miao Quan also sat on another stool.

.....

Han Shuang played the adapted [To Alice] for the first time, and he and Miao Quan had an indispensable run-in.

However, with the blessing of god-level piano skills, his adaptability was very fast, and he kept up with Miao Quan's rhythm the second time.

The third time, it is easy to be rounded.

I have to say that Yang Shuo does not lose the title of master!

The ensemble version of [To Alice] tempered by him seems to be more layered!

The overall structure has not changed, except for a few more highly skilled phrases.

However, he regretted that he had played it three times, and he still didn't find the feeling he had when he played with Miao Quan for the first time in the 208 piano room.

I can't keep my mind still.

As for the reason, he didn't know.

What made Han Shuang suspicious was that Miao Quan also seemed to be preoccupied, and the beat of the playing was not as smooth as it was at the beginning.

There was a sense of depression between her eyebrows, and she didn't know what she was worried about.

After a while, the two of them said almost at the same time, "Or ......"

"You speak first."

"You speak first."

Han Shuang said, "Why don't we try the original! It's like in the piano room, one hand per person."

Miao Quan bent his eyebrows: "Okay!"

As she spoke, she took the initiative to remove half of her buttocks: "You sit here."

Han Shuang hesitated, but still sat down.

The stool is already small, and the two buttocks sit together, and contact is indispensable.

And today's Miao Quan was wearing an extremely light and thin pair of pants, and suddenly, Han Shuang felt a soft and elastic touch.

And with it comes a girlish fragrance,

Miao Quan was not as casual as she was in the first ensemble, and there was obviously a hint of shame in her tone: "The pedal is still under your control!" I'm going to do it."

As Miao Quan's jade hand gently pressed the G white key, the notes also floated out gently.

Han Shuang collected his thoughts, slowly closed his eyes, and felt the changes in the notes with his heart.

He also pressed the keys to the beat......

The melody as gentle as water flowed slowly, and before he came to the sixth measure, Han Shuang's spirit was completely emptied, and he entered the kind of mysterious and mysterious musical conception.

His soul seemed to be stripped out, through the ocean of time and space, and came to the small courtyard that had accompanied him for more than ten years.

At this time, the bright moon hung high, and the white moonlight poured on the earth, and also shone on the lonely woman.

"Mom~~"

"Han Shuang" shouted softly.

Naturally, the woman did not respond, and she sat motionless on a low stool, looking up at the night sky, not knowing what she was thinking.

The vicissitudes of life are lonely.

"Han Shuang" didn't speak again, and slowly squatted down on the woman's right hand.

She made the same movements as a woman, her head slightly raised, and she looked at the deep night sky.

.....

Miao Quan also got her wish, seeing herself and "Han Shuang" holding hands, talking and laughing past one shop after another.

When she encountered something delicious, her gaze only stayed for two more seconds, and "Han Shuang" would buy it immediately.

When she came to the clothing store, every piece of clothing she took, "Han Shuang" would smile and say that it looked good......

Then, she took "Han Shuang" by the arm and walked into the movie theater, gently resting her head on his shoulder, and "Han Shuang" also gently hugged her shoulder.

As soon as the picture turned, she and "Han Shuang" appeared in the same room again, and "Han Shuang's" gentle eyes made her feel soft.

A fire of excitement that has never been felt before slowly burns in the bottom of my heart......

Then, "Han Shuang" slowly poked his head over and imprinted it on her lips.

The fire in her heart suddenly burst into flames!

.....

Just when the two of them played for the seventh time, the beat belonging to Miao Quan suddenly stopped.

Han Shuang then opened his eyes, and his face was satisfied.

He had heard a report that music could not only help people with hypnosis, but also help people realize their dreams.

He only thought it was nonsense, but after two consecutive personal experiences, he believed it.

Where do dreams come from?

It is that certain brain cells in the brain are too active, and even when the person is dormant, they are still active, which leads to dreams.

And music that can really enter the soul can make people's spirits in a state of dormancy, and people's senses are not completely lost, so this kind of dream that seems to be real and illusory is produced.

If dreams are also divided into levels, Han Shuang feels that a dream like him that retains consciousness is definitely the highest level!

Because the conditions for achieving this dream state are very high!

When he played "To Alice" alone, he didn't feel this way.

Even if he played with Miao Quan's four-hand ensemble, he didn't produce it, but he played the original [To Alice] with her one-handed ensemble

There was this peculiar experience.

Is it very mysterious?

Thinking of Miao Quan, Han Shuang realized that this Nizi rested her head on her shoulder again.

He was a little helpless, this woman didn't know what she had in mind, she was immersed more than herself!

"Miao Quan."

Han Shuang shouted softly.

Then, Miao Quan slowly raised her head and slowly opened her eyes......

After looking at Miao Quan's state, Han Shuang's pupils shrank suddenly!

I saw that her face was red, like a budding rose!

Her eyes are even more outrageous!

There was a thick blur in the haze, and the corners of his mouth rippled with a touch of seductive ...... Style?!

Han Shuang had only seen such a demeanor on TV, when Duan Yu and Mu Wanqing were drugged by Duan Yanqing, Mu Wanqing seemed to be in this state......

Suddenly he was stupid!

What the hell is going on with this Miao Quan?

Usually looks domineering, how can I ..... now? Is this poisoned?

Or did you eat something weird?

Just when Han Shuang was full of surprise, Miao Quan moved!

But seeing that she hooked Han Shuang's neck, and then, her full-colored lips were immediately imprinted.