Chapter 116: Han Shuang, Who?

"Han Shuang, I really didn't expect you to refuse Miao Quan. She is the goddess of all the boys in Mingyang! The key is that her family is still rich in thieves. ”

Han Shuang said lightly: "It seems that whoever is talking about has no money, her growth experience is different from mine, we have some tacit understanding on the piano, and after a long time, it is estimated that there will be all kinds of contradictions." ”

As he spoke, he sighed again: "The key is that we don't have fate to be in contact for a long time." ”

Ling Meinan's expression was a little strange: "After being together for a long time, there will be contradictions?" Do you want to find a girl who will never quarrel for the rest of her life? ”

Han Shuang nodded.

Ling Meinan's expression became even stranger, looking at Han Shuang...... It's like looking at a monster.

A girl who will never quarrel in her life..... Is there such a girl in this world?

Han Shuang didn't want to talk about this more, so he changed the topic and asked, "What are you going to do?" Do you give up your career for the sake of your studies? ”

With a few songs written by Han Shuang for her, Ling Meinan is also well-known in the Zhongzhou music scene.

According to the values of the Celestial Empire, any art school student who has made a little fame will go out to make money while the iron is hot.

As for academics, hehe, dispensable.

Ling Meinan said leisurely: "Zhao Hui also advised me to give up my studies first, but I didn't agree. ”

"Why?"

"For you."

Han Shuang smiled: "To invite me to dinner? ”

Ling Meinan also smiled: "Yes, mainly to have a good relationship with you." ”

Although he didn't have feelings for Ling Meinan, Han Shuang looked at her more and more pleasing to the eye.

Ask for yourself, but never embarrass yourself.

Nor is it secretive.

There is a degree of relaxation, advance and retreat, and it is very comfortable to be a confidant.

After eating, Han Shuang took the initiative to say, "Watch a movie, I'll invite you." ”

Ling Meinan was overjoyed, this was the first time she had been invited by Han Shuang!

"Good! Don't talk about watching movies, you can watch anything! ”

.....

During the movie, Han Shuang found that Ling Meinan rested her head on her shoulder again...

He was a little speechless: "Ling Meinan, wasn't it good last time?" How old. Wrong again? ”

Ling Meinan still didn't look away, and chuckled: "Last time, I thought you were talking to Miao Quan about friends, and I didn't do anything wrong, since you are still single, then I will continue to chase you!" ”

She was telling the truth, if Miao Quan intervened, then she really didn't have much confidence.

Since they didn't have anything to do, Ling Meinan felt that she could do it again.....

The next day, Yang Shuo, who returned to Zhongzhou to complete the final handover work, found Han Shuang and handed him a red key.

Han Shuang knew that this was the key to the 208 piano room.

Yang Shuo's explanation was: In order to thank Han Shuang for his gift of music, after negotiation between him and Miao Quan, he gave him the black swan piano for free.

Han Shuang didn't have any fluctuations and took the key gently.

Yang Shuo wanted to speak and stopped, as if he wanted to say a few words about Miao Quan, but in the end he didn't spit out.

Han Shuang didn't take the initiative to inquire, and after saying a few words, Yang Shuo left.

After dinner, Han Shuang came to the 208 piano room.

After playing the song "Chasing Clouds and Chasing the Moon", I suddenly laughed.

This woman still has a bit of a conscience, and although she didn't pay back the clothes, she compensated him for a piano.

After walking out of the piano room, Han Shuang gave the key to Aunt Su again.

There are some fates, missing is missing, there is no need to entangle and there is no need to remember.

Don't force it if it's not yours, it's yours, and it will come sooner or later.

....

Yang Shuo's departure caused a lot of turmoil in the composition department.

After all, he is a pianist who enjoys state subsidies seriously, and it is an honor to be guided by him.

Before leaving, the department held a farewell ceremony for him.

Then, the school held a farewell banquet for him.

Principal Dai Huaiming attended in person.

At the dinner table, Dai Huaiming said with emotion: "Yang Shuo, it doesn't matter if you go, who can afford to take the lead in this musical instrument department in the future?" In the entire Zhongzhou, no one dares to say that your foundation is deeper than yours! ”

Yang Shuo was a little drunk, waved his hand and said, "Don't say that, in our school, there are people I admire." ”

Dai Huaiming thought he was recommending talents, and echoed with a smile: "Oh? Who is it? ”

Yang Shuo smiled: "If you don't care about your resume, I think Han Shuang is fully qualified to replace me." ”

Dai Huaiming frowned: "Han Shuang? Who is it? ”

The vice principal replied, "Maybe it's Professor Yang's pianist friend!" ”

Ni Haiguo, the head of the composition department, also frowned: "Han Shuang? Isn't he a student in the composition class? ”

Then he shook his head: "Impossible, the Han Shuang Yang Shuo said is definitely not him, it should be the same name." How old is that kid? How could Yang Shuo be admired? ”

.....

In the blink of an eye, it was the first Saturday after the holiday.

Han Shuang shouted Lin Fei when he got up.

Before the holiday, he said that he wanted to go to work with him, but today was the first day of work, and Han Shuang was looking forward to it.

Finally, I don't have to sit alone in a rental.

however

Lin Fei barely opened his eyes and said lazily: "Shuangzi, what are you doing?" It was only a few o'clock and he called me to get up. ”

Han Shuang said angrily: "Aren't you going to work?" Of course it's time to get up! ”

"My mom was a bit against me going to work, she didn't want me to experience the hardships of going to work too early, and she said that I should try to keep my student career as complete as possible."

Han Shuang knew that Lin Fei was the only son in the family, and his family background was not bad, so he really didn't have to worry about money.

It's just that you don't want to feel life in advance, don't you?

"And what do you think?"

"I think my mom was right."

Han Shuang: "....."

Well, he once again realized Lin Fei's backtracking.

In this way, Han Shuang hitchhiked to work alone again.

Although there is only one person, he does not feel lonely and is used to it.

When I came downstairs to the company, I was ten minutes late.

Han Shuang didn't care, he was three hours late that time, not only was he criticized, but he was warmly welcomed by Lao Meng, he was only ten minutes late, there should be no problem, right?

Pushing open the company's glass door, Han Shuang felt an unusually quiet atmosphere.

Everyone's face looked a little serious, and they were concentrating on their work.

It's a completely different atmosphere from the noisy and noisy work atmosphere of the past.

Hey?

What's going on today?

So serious?

Han Shuang was slightly suspicious.

In the past, every time he came, Huang Liang, who was sitting in the front row, would always greet him warmly, but today, after seeing himself, he only met his eyes slightly, and immediately buried himself in work again.

There seems to be some taboo that doesn't dare to let him say a word more.

Han Shuang walked to his office while meditating, and subconsciously glanced at the workstation he had worked at before.

Then, his eyes shrank, and his footsteps stopped.

Because he found out that Meng Hezhou was actually sitting at that workstation!

I saw Lao Meng sitting neatly, staring at the computer screen without blinking, giving people a sense of being extremely serious about his work.

But he's in charge!

Why do you have to work so seriously?

Why are you sitting at the employee workstation again?

Why not go to the office?

Rejoicing with the people?

That's not going to be it!

What is the situation?

In an instant, Han Shuang's mind surged up with 100,000 whys.