Shen Yan glanced at him lightly, "What do you want to say." ”

Jiang Qi smiled slyly and asked jokingly: "The 10,000-year-old iron tree has bloomed?" ”

Although the outside world is rumoring the news of Xiao Shen's marriage, he knows that Shen Yan is an unmarried.

Since he was a child, he has never been close to any woman.

Shen Yan didn't bother to listen to his ridicule, extinguished the smoke, and said indifferently.

"I have a responsibility to her."

Jiang Qishen was surprised, and leaned his face in front of him, "Are you really?" ”

After glancing at the time, Shen Yan didn't want to talk more, so he touched a glass with Jiang Qishen and got up after drinking.

"There is a first-hand walk, you take them."

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The next morning, the counselor talked to Mu Yan, and when she left the office, the counselor stopped her: "Mu Yan, there will be a talent competition in the school next, and Mr. Shen and I both hope that you can participate." ”

Mu Yan pursed his lips and stood at the door thinking.

"I asked the teacher who took Jincheng with you, and she said that you play the piano very well."

Mu Yan was very surprised that she would inquire about her affairs in Jincheng, remembering Shen Yan's advice last night, and then looking at the counselor's earnest eyes, Mu Yan finally nodded.

After school in the afternoon, she sent a message to Shen Yan, saying that she would go back later recently. After Shen Yan finished reading it, the counselor also sent a message to Shen Yan.

Shen Yan didn't reply.

In the piano room of the art building, the counselor accompanied Mu Yan to practice. After a few hours, she gradually regained her touch.

After it was over, the counselor encouraged her: "Mu Yan, you play very well, I believe you will be able to." ”

Mu Yan hadn't heard encouraging words for a long time, and he was a little shy, raising his hand to hook the hair around his ears.

Shen Yan came to call at this time, Mu Yan took out his mobile phone and stared at the screen for a second.

The counselor glanced at it and saw that the note she gave to Shen Yan was--Uncle Longlegs.

After receiving the phone, Shen Yan asked her, "Have you finished practicing?" ”

Mu Yan tapped the screen twice, and Shen Yan's voice was always warm and calm.

"I can't pick you up today, Auntie's car is at the gate, you go to find her."

After speaking, Shen Yan hung up the phone.

Mu Yan felt that he had misunderstood the information, and she told him that he would go back late just out of politeness.

Without explanation, Mu Yan said goodbye politely to the counselor. After walking a few steps, the counselor suddenly stopped her.

"Mu Yan, your uncle is very good to you, you have to come on."

It seems that the relationship between the counselor and Shen Yan is very good.

In the next few days, Mu Yan was extremely busy, except for classes and piano practice, and her aunt came to pick her up in the evening.

The day before the knockout round, Mu Yan was extremely nervous, as long as he thought of the thousands of pairs of eyes staring at him in the audience, his hands couldn't stop shaking.

She was anxious all the time, causing her to get on and off the bus at the wrong stop. didn't want to go back to the realm, so Mu Yan walked aimlessly on the street.

During this period, she thought about sending a message to Shen Yan, until she saw a piano in the restaurant opposite, and she decisively gave up her previous idea.

After stopping near the restaurant for a while, Mu Yan walked in with his feet raised.

She was a little late in contact with the piano, but she could play well, in addition to the support of Grandpa Mu and her teacher, she also took the opportunity of working part-time in the past.

After entering the door, Mu Yan was wearing an ordinary sweatshirt and jeans, which was incompatible with the grade of the restaurant.

Soon, a tall, professional-dressed man came over and looked her all over.

Mu Yan stared at the piano, mustered up the courage to take out his mobile phone to type, and asked him weakly: "Can I borrow the piano here?" ”

The man condescended to despise her innocence, how could a person like her enter this place.

Mu Yan wanted to try again, pursed his lips and crooked his little face to think of a reason.

Suddenly remembering something, Mu Yan hurriedly took out a card from the mezzanine of his schoolbag and typed again: "I can pay." ”