Through the half-open door, a slightly spicy smell mixed with nuts and honey crossed the faint sound of the piano and arrived in front of Lin Muyuan first.

The pungent of pepper, the bitterness of almonds, and the sweetness of nectar filled his nasal cavity in an instant, and Lin Muyuan felt that he seemed to understand the 'burning pepper orchid' in the textbook for the first time

"Come in, the door is open." Jiang Ling'an's voice of not being sad or happy, not being slow or slow, came from the house, which was a pleasant ear that made people relax physically and mentally.

Pushing the door in, there is no decoration, solid wood furniture, a fragrance, a piano table, a piano stool, and a few guqins lined on the wall like a screen like the short video platform 'National Style Blogger'.

"Teacher Jiang." This is the third meeting between Lin Muyuan and Jiang Ling'an, but they always feel that the latter is different from ordinary people, but they are very attractive to themselves.

Lin Muyuan didn't know if he hadn't appeared at the door yet, Jiang Ling'an already had this kind of mystery with metaphysical overtones, but Mr. Jiang seemed to have many, many things that he didn't know......

Precipitation is cultural, not temporal; Peace is pure, not wooden.

"I saw you walking under the window in the house." Jiang Ling'an's sentence seemed to be explaining Lin Muyuan's confusion.

But Lin Mukite has already put a layer of filter on Mr. Jiang, who cares if the latter is because he is having fun and wants to avoid unnecessary greetings. I just think that Jiang Lingan is so thoughtful that he can calculate the time when he went upstairs.

"Don't have a filter on the profession of professor." Jiang Ling'an opened his mouth and led Lin Muyuan's thoughts to reality, and the latter realized that there was an extra cup of tea in front of him, "Don't have a filter for the group of piano masters." ”

"Thank you, teacher." After taking the tea, Lin Muyuan was not in a hurry to drink it, but was attracted by the guqin in front of him.

Jiang Ling'an suddenly got up, and saw Lin Muyuan, who was extremely focused, jumped. When he reacted, he found that the former just stood up and took a glass tube containing incense sticks.

"That one just burned out."

Although Jiang Ling'an explained so, Lin Muyuan was still a little puzzled - there was a box of incense on the table, with the two big characters 'agarwood' written on it, and it was undoubtedly Mr. Jiang's font if you looked closely......

"Usually eat less cold, your spleen and stomach are weak," I don't know when, Jiang Lingan had already lit the incense, and refilled Lin Muyuan with half a cup of tea, "It hurts during the menstrual period, right?" ”

Lin Muyuan didn't know how Teacher Jiang saw it, so she hid the surprise in her heart and flattened her mouth: "Yes...... But BJ's summer survived on cold drinks. ”

"Fruits in the south should be eaten less in the north, and cold drinks should be appropriate." Jiang Lingan didn't refill Lin Muyuan's water again, and moved the tea set.

Seeing that Teacher Jiang was busy, Lin Muyuan was a little at a loss, but she was afraid of breaking any treasure, so she was stunned for a while, not knowing what to say or do.

"Did you learn a little bit on your own before?"

"Well, it's all theoretical."

"You give me a copy of the class schedule, and I tell you when I have time, and you can come to me at any time."

Without any additional nonsense, Jiang Lingan didn't mention the money, let alone ask any irrelevant questions, but just instructed: "If you want to practice the piano, have you brought it to school?" ”

"Well, I bought it five or six years ago, and it cost four or five thousand at the time."

"Take a bed back to the one on the wall."

Lin Muyuan was stunned by Teacher Jiang's sudden remark. The quality of his piano may not be good, but these on the wall cost tens of thousands, and Mr. Jiang has never mentioned the tuition fee......

"After that, if you are always interested, I can teach you how to play the piano and make it yourself."

The heart of a villain is the belly of a gentleman. Lin Muyuan couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, the white dew outside the window was dyed with the red of Xihe, and through the window, it hit people's faces.

"You can't order this incense in the dormitory, take one and go home."

After taking it, Lin Muyuan saw the words 'incense in the Han Jianning Palace' written on the glass tube, thinking that it was the name of the incense.