Before leaving, Wei Meng touched the doorknob.

There is also the temperature left by the palm of Bai Zisu's hand.

The two stood downstairs, and Wei Meng sneered: "I don't move you now, don't think that you will be better in the future." ”

Qu Ling Kite did not feel threatened at all, and returned the mouth with a smile: "Wait and see." ”

After that, he didn't care about Wei Meng anymore, pinched his thin waist and walked towards his house, completely without the attitude that he had just said that he would send her away, afraid that she would meet a bad person.

Upstairs, Bai Zisu sent the two away, and received a call from Daddy Bai.

"Son. Daddy Bai's voice also sounded a little drunk, so Bai Zisu reluctantly opened the phone and threw it in the corner of the bed.

This time the call time was not short.

"What's the matter, call me at night. He brushed a few strands of black hair from his forehead and lay on the bed with no interest.

"Let you do basic work in dentistry, do you feel that your father is condescending? Daddy Bai's voice was tired, and it was obvious that he didn't waste a lot of brains on socializing at night.

He is always like this, only when he drinks too much does he want to talk to Bai Zisu.

Bai Zisu's voice was light, and his mood fluctuations were not very big: "I used to have it, but now I'm very happy here." ”

Qu Lingkite's face flashed inexplicably in his mind, and he closed his eyes, trying to put his mind on the phone.

"When you just graduated, I originally wanted to ask you to go to Jingzhou Hospital to be the chief surgeon..."Daddy Bai paused, "But I know your ability too well, once you go to be the chief surgeon, your identity will become pivotal, and in short, it will be difficult for you to leave the position of the chief surgeon." ”

Bai Zisu didn't understand: "Is there anything wrong?"

"You know, I want you to take over, there are so many hospitals at home, some are busy, how can you be the main surgeon all the time?" Dad Bai said in a vague tone.

"Then why did I take the Ph.D. exam? In order to gild my future dean's identity?" Bai Zisu was obviously dissatisfied with this reason, "Dad, you think too much, I just like clinical." ”

Bai Dad was silent for a while, and Bai Zisu was silent, waiting for him to think for himself.

There was a soft sigh on the other end of the phone, and Dad Bai said slowly: "I know that you are filial, and we made the wrong decision for you." ”

"It's fine. Bai Zisu felt that it didn't matter, it was the same wherever he worked, and it was good to be leisurely.

Looking past the unclosed door of the bedroom, you can see the mannequin in the living room.

It's okay for him to go to school to be a school doctor, and it won't affect his clinical research anyway.

"You go to Jingzhou, pack up, and move to the house over there. ”

In order to facilitate work, the Bai family bought a house near each of their hospitals.

"Good. ”

He really doesn't care.

......

Following.

This was the last time that Bai Zisu came to the dental hospital.

"I'm getting out of here. Taking advantage of the small number of patients, Bai Zisu said goodbye to his colleagues.

Qu Lingkite held a dental drill in his hand to fill the patient's tooth hole, sat on the sidelines and listened, but did not speak.

"Where are you going?" someone asked.

"Gyeongju Hospital. Bai Zisu didn't have any patients to treat, so he sat idly on the side, his beautiful eyes skimming Qu Ling's busy back.

I care a lot.

"Jingzhou is good, the salary over there is very high. ”

Bai Zisu listened to the envious tone of others and pulled the corners of his mouth.

No one in this dentist knew that Bai Zisu was the son of the hospital owner's family, and thought that he was looking for another job.

......

Qu Lingkite went home at noon, staring at the ceiling and thinking about life.

Bai Zisu is leaving, and it doesn't make sense for her to continue to stay in this dentary.

Thinking of the piano next door, her heart moved.

The original owner likes medicine, she is not so interested, and it is not bad to continue to study piano, anyway, she is only twenty-one years old, and most people are still in college at this time.

Turn on your phone.

Where to teach piano?

The quality of the piano teacher I went to before was not high, so she could only give a brief guidance, and she couldn't explain why, so she was a little tired of listening.

Subconsciously opened the map, and looked at Jingzhou Hospital, there was a sign of a piano store nearby.

Piano rhyme?

Qu Lingyuan saw this piano shop, and the actual owner Chu Wenyu was over eighty years old, and he used to be the director of the Piano Society of the Music Association, and when he was old, he retired and started a piano shop.

Chu Wenyu is very strict in accepting students, and he has to interview first, and he has been in a piano shop for a few years, but there are only two students.

Qu Lingyu's eyes revealed eagerness to try, and he habitually looked to the side.

Yiling is not there...

The excitement subsided, and after communication, I learned that there were no students in the piano store in the afternoon, and Qu Lingyu had a bag hanging at the door on her back, asked for leave from the hospital, and took a taxi to Qinyun.

The decoration of this piano shop is very simple, with only one floor, which is not as big as the original piano shop, but people feel comfortable.

The windows were clear, and you could see that in the outer hall there was only one grand piano except for the violin hanging on the wall.

There is a grandmother with short white hair sitting on the piano bench, and the dark green satin cheongsam wears a unique temperament on her body, elegant and atmospheric, with a pair of jade hands on the black and white piano keys, it is not difficult to see the charm of her youth.

"Teacher Chu?" Qu Ling's demeanor was casual, it was rare to be so solemn, and she straightened her dress before knocking lightly.

Chu Wenyu raised his eyes, his eyes were full of undisguised amazement, his smile was kind, and his voice was gentle: "It's here." ”

She had made an appointment before, and she knew that Qu Lingkite was coming in the afternoon, but she didn't want to be such a wonderful person who was peerless in painting.

Teacher Chu is a face control.

She was silent on the surface, got up and took Qu Lingyuan's hand, let her sit in front of the piano, and sat on the soft chair next to her.

"The interview was easy, just play a piece, but it couldn't be anything I've ever heard. ”

Qu Ling Kite was slightly stunned.

The eighty-year-old man has dedicated her life to the piano, how can she play a tune that Chu Wenyu has never heard with her experience in her twenties?

This is forcing her to compose music on the spot.