Faced with Chen Ange's question, Tang Yi lied: "I don't want to, just take a look." Let's go shopping for clothes. ”

She turned her head, her whole face shrouded in parasols, and her eyes were still reflected with joy.

Words can deceive people, but physical memory cannot. Tang Yi has been practicing the piano basically every day since he learned the piano. She knows every key note very well. Just by looking at the piano, I already have in my mind what kind of music to play, and where to put my fingers.

Chen Ange happened to finish smoking a cigarette: "Go in and have a look." ”

"Chen ......." Tang Yi didn't stop him. The trot followed.

This piano shop is not very big, and there are all kinds of violins and guitars hanging on the walls. Rows of saxophones and harmonicas are displayed in display cases. There is only one piano, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The boss is a middle-aged man in his forties, kind and smiling. Seeing that Chen Ange was followed by a delicate little girl, he teased and joked: "I said why did you come here to buy a piano for your little girlfriend?" ”

Chen Ange is very famous, famous for his looks, famous for fighting, and famous for his heart.

He frequents bars and clubs. The piano shop has never been in once. The only time I was closest to this was when I came to buy pancakes from the shop next door.

The smell of smoke did not dissipate, and the lazy boy stood against the wall and pushed Tang Yi over: "Let her play the piano for a while." ”

She studied music and couldn't do without these things.

"That's not going to work." The most expensive thing in the house is the piano, I am afraid that the people led by Chen Ange are unreliable, and the owner of the piano shop is very protective of his piano: "This can cost tens of thousands." You can't touch it. ”

Tens of thousands of dollars are already sky-high here.

Tang Yi's piano was specially customized by Tang's mother, seven figures. It took a lot of effort to drift across the ocean and come by sea.

Chen Ange pointed at Tang Yu: "She is professional. There are several levels of piano. "He couldn't figure out how many levels it was.

I don't know if it's an illusion or what, Tang Yan actually heard a hint of show-off and pride in his tone. And he has never denied her identity as a 'little girlfriend'.

"Have you ever studied the piano?" The boss interrupted her thoughts.

The girl who had already held a solo concert just nodded: "Well, I learned." ”

"Then don't give me the wrong tone. And if you say okay, just play it for five minutes. The owner of the piano store also saw that the little girl had a completely different temperament from Chen Ange, and was willing to sell personal favors. Turning his head and raising his chin again, he motioned to the boy standing by the wall: "I'll help your little girlfriend, you remember to keep those little gangsters away from my door." Business is not doing well. ”

Chen Ange nodded silently, touched the cigarette and came out, but did not light it.

In the afternoon, the sun poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a girl in a white dress slowly sat down in front of the piano, her hands on the keys, the black and white keys jumped in the sunlight projection, and the beautiful and pleasant notes poured out.

This is the first time that Chen Ange listened to Tang Yi play the piano. It was also the first time I saw her playing the piano.

Looking at those flexible and white hands, his mind uncontrollably thought of these hands holding watering cans to water flowers, wiping the table with rags, hand washing clothes, and cashier cleaning. Now to play the piano, you have to come to the piano shop.

After the song was finished, Tang Yi's hands on the keys did not retract for a long time.

In Chen Ange's opinion, she is reluctant to leave.

And only Tang Yi herself knows that this simple tune, which has been practiced countless times, she made several mistakes in the wrong notes, and even the speed of playing is much slower than before.

"It's so good." The owner of the piano shop clapped his hands and praised. For people who are not particularly professional to listen to, she plays excellently. But she knew what the problem was.

Raising her hand to pin the broken hair that had fallen from her right ear behind her ear, the girl closed the lid of the piano and got up to thank her: "Thank you for letting me play the piano." ”

"You're welcome, you play well, and you attract guests for me. If you have time, you can come. ”

There are not many people who can play the piano in this area. The owner of the piano shop gossiped and looked at the two of them back and forth a few times.

No matter how you look at it, it's not a good match.

Where did Chen Ange meet such a girl? It's incredible.

The inquiring meaning in his eyes was too obvious, and the boy straightened up and hooked his lips as if laughing at himself, and beckoned Tang Yu: "Let's go." ”

Tang Yi said goodbye to the boss and obediently followed him out.

The joy in her eyes dissipated a little. Chen Ange walked to her left, and the cigarette was never lit: "Like it?" ”

He was referring to the piano.

Tang Yan hid under the parasol, looked down at his toes, and shook his head: "I don't like it." ”

Annoyed by her like this, the boy stopped: "If you like it, just say it, don't write on your face that I'm unhappy." ”

Tang Yan held the handle of the umbrella and stopped.

On the side of the road, the two stood facing each other, and the little girl spoke as if compromised, and her voice was soft: "I just played a few wrong notes." I feel weird and ashamed. ”

Chen Ange was slightly stunned. I don't understand what's a shame in this kind of thing.

He didn't understand, and neither did the stupid boss.

Thinking that she was thin-skinned, the ice under Chen Ange's eyes melted a little, and her peach blossom eyes were still charming: "It's not good to play the piano." ”

“........”

Tang Yi thought he had misheard.

Chen Ange patiently explained again: "It's not that you played it wrong, it's that the piano here is not good." ”

This is...... Console?

The little girl still stood upright, but tilted her head: "Chen Ange, are you comforting me?" ”

"Which ear do you hear?"

"This one." Tang Yi pointed to his left ear matterfully, and stepped closer to him with his high heels: "Also, why don't you explain that I'm not your little girlfriend." I'm just a little pathetic that no one wants. ”

"Tsk."

Chen Ange licked his lips, bit his cigarette, and lit it: "Who taught you to speak like that?" ”

After asking, he guessed: "Nanyi." ”

"It's not." Tang Yi will not lie.

Chen Ange looked at her deeply and left first.

Is she a little pathetic that no one wants?

He should have thrown her down the street.

.........

Tang Yi thought that Chen Ange would buy her short-sleeved sleeves for ten yuan a piece. As it turned out, she was wrong. The generous Boss Chen bought her two pieces of cotton short sleeves for thirty yuan and a few pairs of trousers.

The consumption of the shopping mall here is not high, Tang Yi chose the skirt of the treasure of the town store, and did not negotiate the price, three hundred and seven.

Usually, even a skirt of her was not enough.

Seeing him scan the code to pay, Tang Yi was a little unbearable: "I don't want a skirt anymore, just buy two short sleeves." ”

Chen Ange had a cold face: "Shut up." ”

After paying, he shoved the paper bag handed by the clerk into her arms.

She also carried canvas shoes, socks, slippers, and underwear. Chen Ange's balance in the card is only 1,935 yuan, six cents and seven.

He was poor and barely able to support himself.

Now there's a drag oil bottle.

So Boss Chen was not very happy all the way back.

When I came, I told her that I have money, and I have enough money to buy you clothes.

When he went back, Tang Yi felt that he owed him 100 million.