Before this, Meng Zijin and Song Yunshen had many group photos, although they were all captured by Zheng Hehe, and they didn't have any skills, but they were too good-looking.

This is probably the benefit of good looks.

380 degrees without dead ends.

For the first time, the two faced the camera in the same frame in an orderly manner, and there was an indescribable embarrassment, Mencius stood dryly, except for looking at the camera and switching expressions, his body movements were slightly restrained.

"You two...... Just met? Zheng Youhe was holding Mencius's camera, and he pressed several shutters to take the same photo, and finally couldn't help but put up the photographer's shelf.

Mencius looked at her with wide eyes: "You can find another angle by yourself." ”

"I helped you talk about love?" Zheng Youhe was speechless, carrying the camera and walking past Leibi and said, "I'm embarrassed to kiss the public, so hug it, hug it, hold my little hand, this will always be right?" Standing like a pillar or something. ”

Listening to Zheng Hehe's chatter, Song Yunshen was slightly embarrassed: "Yes, please take a few more photos." ”

Zheng Youhe blinked and was stunned for a moment.

Glancing at Meng Zijin, the surprise in Zheng Youhe's eyes became more and more obvious.

It's a good thing, she trained Big Song Boss, and people are still so obedient and trained.

After Zheng He walked away, he held up the camera, Mencius consciously moved his steps closer to him, his right hand was compared, his brain was hot, and his left hand naturally stretched out into the crook of his arm.

Surprised, Song Yunshen glanced at him with deep eyes.

Sensing his gaze, Mencius subconsciously went to look at her, the corners of his lips were still raised, and the posture of his hands did not move.

But it was such a scene, which was perfectly framed by Zheng Hehe.

"Tut-tut, a god." Zheng Youhe took a satisfactory picture and immediately rushed over to show it to them.

Meng Zijin was still immersed in the staring with Song Yunshen just now.

What is called eye discharge, I finally realized it.

Obviously, just a glance, every nerve in the body seemed to have an electric current passing through, crispy and numb.

"Thank you." Song Yun thanked him deeply and took the camera handed by Zheng Youhe.

"Withdraw, give you room to be alone." Zheng Youhe narrowed his eyes, looked at Mencius and sighed, "I just received a message from the old witch that she wants to give me a temporary additional exam, I am going to die, goodbye." ”

When Mencius heard this, he subconsciously frowned: "Why do you add an exam?" ”

For four years in college, the old witch has been their piano teacher, but she has never given anyone an extra exam.

Zheng Youhe shook his head, not thinking about the worst: "Mysterious operation." ”

Meng Zijin stood with Song Yunshen for a while, noticed the gazes of many people in the distance, and asked curiously, "Are you so scary?" None of them dare come near you. ”

"Anyone who is interested in it probably won't come." Song Yun pursed his lips and raised the camera in his hand, "How many pictures will I take for you?" ”

Somehow, Mencius thought of his boyfriend's perspective.

At first, the movements were still a little stiff, but Song Yunshen has always been good at guiding, and Mencius let himself go after a while.

Her expression under the camera has always been well controlled.

until he met Song Yunshen, who was carrying the camera.

Her expression management was a failure.

When looking at the photos, Meng Zijin didn't know for a moment whether to say that she was smiling too ugly or that Song Yunshen's photography skills were too poor.

"Song Yunshen." Meng Zijin laughed with tears in his eyes, "Who gave you the courage to be a photographer so blindly and confidently?" ”

Song Yunshen didn't see anything wrong: "Remember to send me a copy of the photos inside, don't want to delete it, this is not a negotiation, this is a requirement." ”

Meng Zijin instantly collapsed his face: "You are dreaming." ”

"Mencius." Song Yunshen fought with her.

"No......" Mencius understood his fierce appearance, so he discussed with him, "Why do you want me to take ugly photos, and you can't ward off evil spirits, I have a lot of photos, I'll send you when I go back." ”

"I just want me to shoot it." Song Yun was deep and didn't listen to anything.

Mencius: "......"

Until the end of the meal at noon, Song Yunshen was still worried about this matter and would not give up.

Okay, he won.

Mencius conceded defeat.

When he went back in the evening to copy out the photos, Mencius specially selected a few and sent them within his acceptable range.

[S]: What else?

[Qingqing Zijin]: Still? Nope.

[S]: I pressed the shutter thirty-seven times today.

[Qingqing Zijin]: Are you the devil?

[S]: No, I'm your boyfriend.

[Mencius]: ...... Okay, you're amazing.

The corners of Song Yunshen's lips never fell off overnight.

After Meng Zijin sent all the photos to Song Yunshen, he complained to Zheng Hehe, but there was no reply after a long time, so he dialed a phone call.

It's almost a second hanging.

Meng Zijin frowned, and when he was about to call again, Zheng He sent a message with the editor.

[with]: Practicing in the multimedia exhibition hall, the old witch is also there.

Zheng Youhe was called over at noon, and now it is more than eight o'clock in the evening, and a student who has attended the graduation ceremony is still being caught by a professional teacher practicing the piano, specifying where there is a problem.

Mencius didn't have time to guess other possibilities, so he changed his clothes and hurried out in the direction of the school.

If he wasn't in a hurry, Meng Zijin really didn't know that he could drive the shared bicycle so fast.

When he arrived at the school, Mencius went straight to the multimedia exhibition hall.

The sound of the piano was smooth, and it was obvious that skill and emotion were invested in this piece, and Mencius couldn't help but sigh when he listened to it, but he still couldn't understand why the old witch pulled Zheng He to play here at night.

Until the next second, Zheng Hehe suddenly had an obvious wrong note in the harmonious piano sound.

The sound of the piano gradually became cluttered and finally came to an abrupt end.

Zheng Youhe, who couldn't hold back his tears, clenched his trembling hands in a broken heart: "I'm sorry, teacher." ”

The old witch's brows were already wrinkled together, and with a wave of her hand, the two dozen or so audience members entered the backstage again.

"I've said before that it's a tune that blends in with you." The old witch only glanced at Meng Zijin when she came in, and then walked up to the stage and stood beside Zheng Hehe and sighed, "But you gave up this song." ”

"You shouldn't go to the strange audience in the audience, you can only have this song in your heart, every note is engraved into your body, and it is you who pluck them out and tuck your heartstrings out viciously."

"Professor." Mencius had already guessed that Professor Li already knew about Zheng Hehe's mental illness, and wanted to help say something, but he was interrupted again.

"Mencius, if you continue to help her, you will continue to harm her!" Professor Li was so angry that his tone was obviously excited, "Don't think that if you shout Professor I'll let her go back, it doesn't matter what you say about me, whether a witch is a witch or a wicked person, I will train you today!" ”

"I understand." Zheng Youhe sniffed, "So I didn't leave." ”

Mencius was so anxious that he went directly to the stage: "You have been practicing here for an afternoon? Zheng and you! You don't want these hands anymore? ”

"What are you shouting?" Professor Li scolded loudly, "Four years, I have taken you for four years, and you have been fooled by me, I thought that you two sisters thought that she was low-key and didn't like to steal the limelight from you, if I had known earlier, she Zheng and He had already appeared on stage independently!" ”

Mencius tugged at his clothes tightly, flustered by Professor Li's words.

She helped Zheng Youhe for four years, could it be that she helped her escape for four years.

"But do you think it helps?" Zheng Youhe got up and pulled Mencius behind him, "You said that in order to help me, okay, I agreed to play the piano here for a few hours, and the audience you changed batch after batch, and the truth said wave after wave, what did you change?" Nothing has changed, I'm still afraid of the audience, this is a fact, it can't be changed, teacher, if you feel that you have a defect and can't pass the assessment, then you can truthfully report my scores, whether you want to make up the exam, or fail the course, I admit it. ”

"You!" Professor Li was so angry that his index finger hung in the air and dangled, and finally he didn't say anything, "You have such a powerful mouth!" ”

Meng Zijin took Zheng Hehe's hand to help her unblock her knuckles, and looked at Professor Li: "I understand that you are trying to reconcile with him, but heart disease is difficult to treat and it takes time." ”

"You also have to understand that there is no shortage of performers on stage." Professor Li usually looks up to Mencius the most, but he also has high hopes for Zheng Hehe, "If the heart disease is difficult to treat, treat it as soon as possible, and don't give up your original dream because of a little difficulty." ”

"And you." Professor Li's eyes turned directly to him, "Your mind is not on the stage. ”

Mencius heard it, it was a teacher's disappointment with his students.

The music department of Yingda is very famous, Professor Li graduated here when he was young, and finally suddenly returned here in the highlight moment, and no one knows why.

However, in the past ten years, the music department of Yingda has not produced a famous pianist except for Guo Jiamu, who graduated three years ago.

In recent years, there has been less and less news about Guo Jiamu's performance on stage, and finally he quit the circle and became the vice president of the company.

She must have put all her hopes on Mencius.

But she could see that Mencius had no desire for the stage.

"Professor, my dream, not here." For the first time, Mencius was honest with others about his inner thoughts.

Professor Li suddenly laughed: "Guo Jiamu said the same thing back then. ”

Zheng Youhe was stunned: "What do you mean?" ”

"You choose the piano, and after being chosen by the piano, you give up the piano, and those who are not chosen by the piano can only fall into the pain of decadence." Professor Li stroked the piano with both hands, his eyes were full of helplessness, "Guo Jiamu is, and so are you Meng Zijin." ”

Guo Jiamu...... He doesn't like the piano? "Zheng You and his brain are like a crash.

"Liking doesn't mean pursuing." Professor Li forced himself to look away, "They may choose the piano because they are forced or they like it, but in the end, there are always people who lose patience, and there are very few people who can persevere and be chosen by the piano." ”

Mencius pursed his lips: "The piano has given me all fame, and it is true that I have abandoned it. ”

"It's useless to say anything when there is no longing light in one's eyes." Professor Li laughed, "I admire you, but I never catch you training alone, I just see that you don't have this kind of light in your eyes, but Zheng Youyou, when she plays the piano, she completely puts herself in the center of the stage, and I can't find fault with her when I go back to class, but I don't hear the wrong notes she occasionally deliberately plays." ”

Zheng and He, are used to hiding their own light.

She encountered thorns on the road.

Not many people saw her light, and not many knew what the thorns she encountered were like.