In the middle of the night, Song Yunshen's reprimand sounded in the car-

"Why did you park the car, such a big puddle and not see? Let people step on a shoe of water! ”

Secretary Chen rarely saw his boss speak so obviously, his hands trembled, and the steering wheel was almost unstable.

It's over, I met the little ancestor who can make the ancestor mad.

The atmosphere didn't dare to come out, and Secretary Chen admitted his mistake: "Yes, pay attention next time." ”

Next time.

Song Yunshen narrowed his eyes.

It's okay, and next time.

Thinking about it like this, my mood seems to be brighter again.

Mencius was tired for a day, and when he returned home and saw the pair of parents snuggled on the sofa in the living room watching a small movie, he pouted, chose to ignore it, and went upstairs silently.

After a while, I touched the bed, and the phone vibrated twice in a row.

Mencius lay on the sheet with a look in his eyes and raised his mobile phone.

Several messages popped up in the group chat.

[Ms. Xu Qiang]: Baby, add your Uncle Guo's son's WeChat.

Guo Jiamu's WeChat business card is also attached below.

What's funny is that Meng Yongnian, his wife, is strict and has a few echoing expressions underneath.

Mencius was speechless.

[Qingqing Zijin]: Don't add! Am I a girl paper not reserved? That's what you say!?

In the middle of the night, the old husband and wife snuggled in the living room hurriedly replied to the message.

[Ms. Xu Qiang]: Baby, you're right, Mom, let you add Brother Jiamu.

Mencius: "......"

waited until he took a shower and lay down in bed, and there was no other eye-catching movement in WeChat, Mencius finally breathed a sigh of relief, wrapped himself tightly in a small quilt and slowly fell asleep.

It seemed like another downpour of rain had fallen during the night.

Mencius fell into a dream, sinking and floating, as if falling into water, as if falling on a sponge, and finally rising to the clouds.

In the dream, a man in a mask, holding her hand and kissing her, went all the way up her white arm, found her lips, and bit her fiercely, and then, with a smug smile, stared at her frightened expression, and removed his mask.

Mencius saw his face clearly—

Isn't this Song Yunshen!?

The man on the bed kicked up his hands and feet at the same time, and woke up from the bed and sat up.

It's still spring, but his body is covered with a dense layer of fine sweat.

It was the result of a dream just now.

Mencius raised his eyes and saw that it was his bedroom, and after reacting that it was a dream, he lay back in embarrassment and slowed down for a long time.

After a while, the caller rang, choking out her thoughts.

Zheng He on the other end was so anxious that he stomped his feet, and the piercing voice came out of the mobile phone and became even more sharp: "Mencius! Are you afraid that you forgot today's professional class test? ”

Mencius muttered, she really forgot about it completely, she rubbed her eyes, propped herself up and asked, "What?" ”

Zheng Youhe was so angry that he couldn't do it: "The professional class test!" Old Witch's Classroom Test! My old swan, I can't wait for you, I'll rush in first! Hurry up and come here, I'll try to find an excuse to keep you a whole corpse!" ”

The phone was hung up all at once, and Mencius was in a daze for a while, and the nerves in his brain slowly returned to their places.

"Mother! I'm going to die! When he reacted to what Zheng Youhe said, Mencius cried, hurriedly washed and changed clothes, and got into his driver's car amid Ms. Xu Yuan's nagging.

After Zheng Youhe hung up the phone, he immediately sent her the house number of the piano classroom, and as soon as he arrived at the school, Mencius didn't care about the image of a goddess and just rushed to classroom 302.

"Bang-" Crashing into a wall of flesh by surprise, Mencius was bounced off and hit the pillar behind him.

After a while, Mencius rubbed his head, and could only apologize first: "I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry to go to class, and I'm offended!" ”

Song Yunshen gasped.

This girl's strength to hit people is really not small.

There was a dull pain in the entire chest.

The moment he stepped on the corridor, a familiar figure suddenly broke into his sight, and after confirming who it was, this figure collided directly with him.

Song Yun clutched his chest and laughed thoughtfully: "Mencius, you are quite fond of bumping into me." ”

Last time it was a car, this time it was a person.

"Mencius! There is no image early in the morning! Professor Gao was talking to Song Yunshen about something interesting, when he was hit by Mencius with an iron head, and the atmosphere was gone.

Mencius Zijin was dizzy, listening to Song Yunshen's ridicule and Lao Gao's reprimand, he opened his mouth weakly: "You don't know how to avoid seeing such a big living person as me!" ”

Professor Gao slapped her head directly: "It's not big, it's not small!" ”

"It hurts!" Meng Zijin's little face was wrinkled together, but he was too late in time, and he didn't have time to entangle so much, so he glared sullenly at Song Yunshen, who seemed to be smiling, and started to continue to rush forward.

The arm was gently pinched, and then a large hand covered the head and rubbed it gently.

Song Yun smiled at the corner of his lips, but his face was serious: "Did you hear it, don't be big or small, if you don't respect your elders, you will be beaten." ”

Mencius: "......"

Neither eye is enough to stare at him!

Meng Zijin didn't have time to deal with it, shook his hand, and rushed to classroom 302.

Song Yun raised the hand that was thrown away, and smiled helplessly.

Professor Gao looked at him with kind eyes: "You also think this girl is interesting?" ”

Song Yunshen put his hand back in the pocket of his coat, laughed, and did not respond.

Mencius almost took out his 100-meter sprint speed to enter the classroom, the old witch on the stage was closing her eyes and devoting herself to the acceptance of a male classmate's music, Mencius said that it was dangerous, carefully found the position next to Zheng Youhe, sat down, and was directly paralyzed.

Zheng Youhe was so nervous that his hands trembled, and when he saw that she had finally arrived, he stretched out his paw and gently pinched her, and then pointed to his mobile phone, signaling her to hurry up and mute.

Mencius understood and did so.

After steadying her breathing, Meng Zijin adjusted her state and pinched Zheng Youhe's hand to relieve her tension.

Zheng Yoyo replied with a relaxed smile.

It's just a small test, but in normal times, Zheng Youhe is naturally not afraid. It's just that today's test is different from the past, there are more than forty people sitting under it at this moment, and Zheng Youhe is much stiffer than usual.

As long as there are many people, Zheng Youhe will have weakness in his limbs, and even more seriously, he is afraid that he will not be able to play the tune.

Only Mencius knew that Zheng Hehe had such a psychological disorder.

"Zheng and you." The old witch tapped Zheng Youyou's name on the stage.

"Yes." Zheng Youhe looked at Meng Zijin, got up slowly, and passed by each row of seats full of people, and the panic in her heart increased.

When she was about to approach the old witch, she suddenly smelled a familiar gardenia fragrance between her snorts, and her nervous and trembling hand was tightly held by Mencius.

"Teacher, Zheng Youhe is going to report with four hands, and I am her partner." Mencius rushed up, his feet were not yet firm, his eyes blinked, and his thumb scratched Zheng Hehe.

Zheng Youhe choked slightly, as if he had taken a reassuring pill.

Mencius's voice is always so clear and soft, like a gentle spring breeze, watering people's hearts.

The old witch raised her glasses, stared at Mencius for two seconds, and responded: "The partner is not scored." ”

Mencius raised a smile: "Okay." ”

There was a whisper in the audience, but as soon as the old witch gave her a look, no one dared to speak out.

In the field of piano, Zheng Youhe is extremely talented. If it weren't for the psychological barrier, the vanity of the piano goddess should be crowned on her head.

The two of them sat down in front of the grand piano, and Mencius said to Zheng Hehe in an airy voice: "flower dance." ”

Zheng Youhe pursed his lips and nodded lightly.

I never expected that the content of today's report would be a four-handed joint play, and the song that Zheng He had prepared earlier was useless, but fortunately, Mencius liked to pull her to play with four hands on weekdays.

The two of them have known each other because of tacit understanding, the most precious thing is each other's tacit understanding, and the proudest thing is each other's tacit understanding.

The two hands slowly covered the keys, and the first note was pressed by Zheng Youhe.

As long as Mencius is there, Zheng and He can always adjust to the best state.

After the song, the applause from the audience was sparse, and Zheng Youhe cautiously glanced at the old witch.

The old witch gave a mark on the back of her name and nodded, "Not bad." ”

There was a lot of criticism at the bottom that stopped with the old witch's comments.

Indeed, no one said that this casual test could not be played with four hands.

It's just a four-handed play, and there are pros and cons.

In the eyes of others, Zheng Hehe will play to the extreme because of the help of Mencius, but the old witch is a professional artist, and she can see that the direction of the song just now is based on Zheng Hehe, and Mencius has never dominated the scene, but is only cooperating with Zheng Hehe well.

This kind of pure tacit understanding is rare.

Outside the door of classroom 302, Professor Gao bent over, squinted through the gap, and then looked at Song Yunshen funny: "Want to listen to Meng Yatou play tunes?" ”

Caressing the mustache, Professor Gao was helpless: "I want to hear what you said earlier!" What's the call of being bumped into so secretly? ”

Song Yunshen raised his eyebrows, and his voice was light: "I have a lot of money in hand, let's see if the students of your conservatory are worth my investment." ”

Prof. Gao: "......"

Okay, you're rich, you're arrogant, you're in charge.

"It's up to you next, save yourself a little bit later." The old witch raised her glasses with her middle finger and gestured to Mencius.

Mencius pursed his lips and smiled: "Okay! ”

The old witch's surname is Li, and she is a well-known artist of the older generation in Yingda, but her name is like thunder, and there is no one in the entire conservatory who is not afraid of her, including Mencius, but what others are afraid of is her strictness and the ultra-low score in the exam, and what Mencius is afraid of is her vigorous means when assigning homework.

This in-class test was announced yesterday, and it is obvious that the old witch is a surprise check on the students' usual music reserves.

In addition, it can be regarded as a group of students present at the battle meeting, as well as an audio-visual feast.

In the classroom, the sound of the piano sounded, and a Liszt sigh rose and fell, and the aftermath lingered.

Piano classrooms are generally soundproofed, and Song Yunshen knew that she was playing, but it was not clear enough, and because of this, an itch was set off in her heart.

A sigh of Mencius brings people into a dream, and the sound of the piano stops, which is still intoxicating.

The title of the rose goddess in the piano world is not for nothing.

Mencius, who combines talent and beauty, has always been envied and jealous.