Song Wenting went to the studio the next day, and today is going to make Lin Xingyao's first appearance as a pianist.

Dressed in a long white coat, with black hair tied high, and a delicate jade belt around his waist, he walked out of the carriage holding a violin. The graceful son-in-law, the violinist's temperament has been grasped halfway.

"But the posture is wrong." Song Wenting corrected slowly, "The finger should pass through the dragon pool, not the phoenix marsh."

Lin Xingyao reacted immediately, because Song Wenting taught him the first lesson of learning the piano before.

In this scene, Ye Ling, played by Lin Xingyao, not only has to bring a qin to the stage, but also plays a qin piece.

What Song Wenting suggested was the famous song "Night Talk at Xiling Window". The most important thing is to have correct fingering and have a literati aura.

Song Wenting served as a guide, and did not bother to drink a sip of water for two full hours.

After the end, Assistant Lin Xingyao brought a cup of tea in time.

Song Wenting thanked her softly, and before she had time to take a sip, An Shuyu ran up to her with a strange expression: "Teacher Song's treatment is better than that of ordinary actresses."

As she spoke, she turned her head and pointed at her assistant and scolded Huai: "Look at other assistants and learn."

Song Wenting was so tired that he didn't want to talk.

But she continued to stimulate: "Mr. Song, I'm just curious, did you come to this crew for the sake of brother Yan Zhou?"

Hearing the familiar name, Song Wenting's expression darkened several times.

An Shuyu lifted the hem of her long skirt, and seeing that she didn't respond, her voice became even colder: "I advise you to pay less attention, you are just a piano player, so what if you are an ex-girlfriend, if Brother Yan Zhou is not for Xu Xinning, Can I give you this chance?" She sneered, "It's really a fool, isn't it?"

Song Wenting took a sip of hot tea before getting up. She didn't want to talk nonsense, but after a pause for a second, she couldn't help but retort: ​​"Miss An, then I advise you to spend less time, after all, according to my understanding, his eyesight It can't be that bad."

"you!"

Leave when you're done.

Before stepping out of the set, Lin Xingyao chased after him: "Mr. Song, are you alright?"

Song Wenting turned around, her beautiful eyes met Lin Xingyao's concerned expression, she tilted her head slightly to ask.

Lin Xingyao's cheeks were flushed by her suspicious appearance, and he added bluntly, "I just saw you and An Shuyu, as if they were talking about unpleasant things."

"It's okay." Song Wenting was calm, "She might not like me."

Lin Xingyao: "She must be jealous, after all, you are much prettier than her."

The subconscious words made both of them stunned for a moment, Lin Xingyao's ears turned redder, he hesitated to say something, but Song Wenting was the first to react: "Thank you. But you can't think that way, you love her in the play, In your eyes, she should be unmatched by anyone."

She spoke seriously, and her expression was slightly serious.

Lin Xingyao was stunned for a moment before explaining quietly: "Mr. Song, I can distinguish between acting and reality, and now it is reality."

Acting and reality?

Acting is different from reality, and the love and affection you see are not necessarily true.

"Can you all tell the difference so clearly?" Song Wenting murmured.

"what?"

Lin Xingyao didn't hear clearly, and leaned forward subconsciously.

"Are you acting?" Suddenly, he slammed into his ears behind him.

Song Wenting came back to his senses, only to realize that Lin Xingyao's face was close in front of him. Panicked in my heart, I stepped back again and again and hit a wall with a slight "bang".

The warm breath spread through the limbs from the scapula, and the calm heartbeat sounded like jumping on the tip of the heart. The familiar and strange woody fragrant silk wrapped up, restraining the unmoven.

I dare not move.

His powerful arm was half supported by his arms, and his skin was dyed with a touch of crimson.

"Mr. Ji."

It was Lin Xingyao's voice that recalled Song Wenting's thoughts that were still in a daze.

Song Wenting retreated from Ji Yanzhou's arms in an instant, and then stood firm before turning around to meet those dark eyes.

At a glance, I left: "I'm sorry."

Ji Yanzhou caught Song Wenting's eyes, and he changed the subject in a low voice: "It fell off my car last night."

Said that the jar of candy was directly handed to Song Wenting's eyes, Ji Yanzhou held the small jar with his long fingers, the color was fancy and feminine, it didn't match but it caused inexplicable heartbeat.

I jumped a few times, and the sugar that deliberately fell on his car yesterday was returned.

Unable to express his mood for a while, Song Wenting still politely said: "Thank you."

The hand just touched the iron tank, but he couldn't get it back. The party was struggling.

Song Wenting raised his eyes, his delicate brows furrowed.

Ji Yanzhou's peach blossom eyes stunned her, not letting her look at the slightest, and eventually, when the eyebrows were deeper and deeper, he made a voice: "I said yesterday, when?"

Finally took back the sugar can.

Before Song Wenting took a breath, she fell into another tangle, she didn't want to have dinner with him alone.

But agreed again.

"Wait a few days, can you?"

Xu Yi saw her resistance, Ji Yanzhou laughed inexplicably: "Oh, want to lie to me again."

"When did I lie to you?" Song Wenting raised his pretty face, but those eyes were extremely pure and pure, which could not be stained or tolerated.

But Ji Yanzhou seemed to find any fun. He wanted the color to be stained with a different color. He leaned over and laughed: "Last night. Almost succeeded."

The more Lin Xingyao listened, the paler his face became. The cold Song Wenting in his eyes turned out to have another side.

Ashamed that women are vividly hooked, but they do not belong to him.

"Wait a few days, you can." Ji Yanzhou pulled back the topic, "But I set."

He pulled away the distance, and asked politely: "Okay? Teacher Song."

Biting his lips lightly, Song Wenting probably knew that Ji Yanzhou really wanted to eat her meal.

The old and boring, maybe what are the other goals.

"it is good."

Staring at those black ink-like eyes, Song Wenting seemed unable to say any more words of rejection.

In the evening, Song Wenting set off from the set to meet Yue Yao's appointment.

The warm light of the sunset shrouded through the floor-to-ceiling glass, a few bright lights were lit in the store, and the faint sound of the piano penetrated through layers of barriers and penetrated into the eardrums. Song Wenting's eyes fell on the old flower seller at the door.

She sat on the high and low steps, the bamboo basket in front of her was full of gardenias, and the strong fragrance of gardenias reflected the slightly rickety figure that became thinner and thinner.

Song Wenting approached and saw clearly the trembling hands of the old man, who was wrapping a white thread around the gardenias, and soon a bunch of flowers were put into the basket.

It took a while for the old man to see Song Wenting, with a smile on his face: "Girl, do you want to buy flowers?"

Rarely called a girl, Song Wenting instantly thought of her grandma, and the impact of that intimacy made her nose ache.

"Well." Song Wenting crouched down, "Grandma, how do you sell these flowers?"

"A bundle of three yuan."

Song Wenting was about to take money out of his bag when the music of the piano in the store stopped inexplicably, and a clerk came out at the right time.

His face was not good, but his tone was still mild: "Old man, go sell it elsewhere. Don't delay our business, okay?"

The old man was a little deaf, and forced the clerk to say it several times, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

The more the clerk spoke, the more angry he became. In the end, he just said nothing, and even wanted to come over and carry the basket in front of the old man.

Song Wenting stopped quickly, saying that he helped the old man make room.

Seeing her bright smile, the clerk calmed down for a while, muttered a few words, then turned around and walked in.

Song Wenting spoke and signed, and then helped the old man move the basket to the opposite street corner.

I also took the opportunity to buy three bouquets of flowers.

People come and go on the street corner, and those who pass by are not attracted by the fragrance of flowers, and soon there will be a few buyers.

Song Wenting just entered the store.

The clerk who was at the door just now rushed up to meet her, and when she saw her face clearly, she felt embarrassed.

Song Wenting smiled softly at her, and handed the gardenia to the girl.

"No... no need."

"It's ok."

The girl took the gardenia in fear, and when she met the clear eyes of the woman, her face was even more warm.

Song Wenting walked in, the clerk immediately followed, and after asking if she had made a reservation, she took her to the huge French window.

Before Yue Yao arrived, Song Wenting took his seat, and the clerk carefully brought a cup of hot water.

"Excuse me, can you put the flowers on for you?"

When his eyes fell on the girl's still somewhat unnatural face, Song Wenting nodded along, "Okay, thank you."

The scent of gardenia is very strong, and it quickly floats in the surrounding air.

This is a western restaurant. The decoration style is very retro French style. The narrow shop delicately reflects the people passing by the window, and the atmosphere is lazy and ambiguous.

Suitable for couples to date, it is not like the place where Yue Yao will choose.

Song Wenting sat for a few more minutes, and finally ordered a cup of coffee at the clerk's recommendation.

The night fell, and the warm yellow light outside the window lighted up, and Yue Yao was unreasonable.

Song Wenting made two more calls, and Yue Yao finally picked up the next call after the continuous mechanical unanswered telegram.

"Hey, listen." Yue Yao seemed to be running, panting, "Wait for a few minutes."

"Okay." Song Wenting, "Slow down, no hurry."

A familiar car stopped by the roadside outside the window, with a streamlined appearance, pure black and low-key, even so, it is not common, let alone Song Wenting just sat in it not long ago.

Ji Yanzhou?

The car stopped steadily, but no one got off.

Across the floor-to-ceiling windows, Song Wenting couldn't help looking at the closed window glass, but he still didn't move.

The heartbeat is inexplicably accelerated.

With a sense of urgency to confirm, he pulled Song Wenting out of the store.

But when he went out, he met the two who came in from the front door.

The man was tall, with long hair tucked on top of his head, and his handsome face was warm but not feminine at all. He was wearing a light brown casual top and dark trousers, which Song Wenting hadn't seen in a long time and couldn't react for a while.

Regardless of his arms, he was still holding a woman with long hair shawls. Even though he was with huge sunglasses and masks, the soft figure and temperament were amazing.

"Listen?"

Shen Heqing was surprised, his face changed slightly, and his hand could not help but tighten a little.

The woman's gaze fell along the way, and when she saw Song Wenting's face clearly, her heart suddenly alarmed, and she subconsciously held the man's arm.

But Shen Heqing pulled the hand and whispered to her: "Go in, let me say a few words to her."

Qiao Ling stared at him dissatisfied, and sneered, "Is there anything I can't listen to?"

Shen Heqing's eyes were low, and his face was no longer gentle, showing a sense of oppression.

Qiao Ling's face sank, she broke away from Shen Heqing's embrace, stepped in high heels, and the cold "five minutes" fell in the ears of the two of them.

Song Wenting followed the woman's back, and she frowned slightly: "Who is she?"

Shen Heqing took a breath and motioned Song Wenting to go out to speak.

The two stood on the corner of the street, and the old man just didn't know where to go, but if they could smell the seemingly indifferent gardenia.

Shen Heqing explained first: "She ... she is an accident."

He was hesitant, and the whole person was stretched into an arrow that needed an urgent shooting. He took a few steps forward, and he was no longer indifferent and gentle, with a little bit of breaking the boat: "She is my high school classmate, so we don't want to, so ... "He stopped slightly," Can you keep secret for me? "

Tastest tone, vulnerability in words.

The more Song Wenting listened, the darker his face became. The two of them could be considered to have grown up together because they learned the piano from Gu Yin. The Shen Heqing that Song Wenting knew was mild-mannered and had a good character, but he was not expected to say such words.

"I just saw that situation, and you want to say it's not what I thought?" Song Wenting frowned tightly, "The Shen Heqing I know is definitely not such a timid person who dares not take responsibility."

"Listen, listen to me." Shen Heqing put her hand on her cold arm because she was in a hurry, "She must never be known by my parents, do you understand?"

"Even if you know, so what? You can't continue to fulfill your dream of going up the mountain to cultivate Taoism, right?" Song Wenting broke free, she shook her head lightly, "Shen Heqing, ask yourself, what do you want? You and your grandfather are cultivating righteousness, but at the same time, you fall into the world and fall in love with the so-called 'high school classmates', you don't want to be responsible, right?"

Shen Heqing lowered her eyes, her shoulders were also broken and pulled down: "It's not that I don't want to be responsible, I just don't want to let my grandfather down, let alone my parents. If they knew about Qiao Ling's existence, I guess they would be able to tie me down the mountain tomorrow. , directly press the company, I don't want to."

"So, you hide your girlfriend and dare not reveal her?" The cool wind blows from the three-way intersection, and Song Wenting's voice gets colder and colder, "I never knew you were so weak."

Shen Heqing's handsome face was sullen: "There are many reasons for not making it public, not only this."

Having no desire to say more, Song Wenting turned around directly: "But running away is never the right solution."