Chapter 297

Leng Bingling was flustered and a little uncomfortable.

It turned out that the orphanage where the two fires came was accompanied by childhood sweethearts.

No wonder he opened his mouth and said I was a classmate. He was drawing a line with me.

The little girl's sister Jin is a niece three months older than Lu Tianyu. She now goes to Kyoto to study at university. She didn't go to university before. Every time she came to the orphanage, he played with the children with Lu Jin. He played the piano and Lu Jin taught them to dance.

Lu Jin's ballet is very beautiful and flexible. Every time she comes to the orphanage, she teaches children ballet.

The little girl looked up at Lu Tianyu: "brother Yu, who is this little sister."

Lu Tianyu: "classmate."

Leng Bingling frowned and listened to the harsh words of her classmates.

The little girl nodded and looked at Leng Bingling for a while. She looked old, "Oh, it's your classmate!"

Lu Tianyu rubbed the little girl's hair. "What do you think it is?"

Leng Bingling was upset when she heard the words of her classmates. She gently sucked some sour nose, "two groups of fire, what shall we do next?"

Grandma gave her the task to come to the orphanage to tell stories to the children. She followed Lu Tianyu to the dance room. This is a place for dancing. It's not good to tell stories, and she has never told stories to the children. This job is a little difficult. She is worried that she can't tell well and doesn't know what to do now?

Lu Tianyu turned to look at her and asked suspiciously, "you really can't dance."

Leng Bingling said stubbornly with a cold face: "no!"

Lu Tianyu was a little disappointed and said, "I thought you knew how to dance. I took you here to dance with the children."

Leng Bingling glanced at him. I'm not your childhood sister Ma Jin.

The little girl said, "brother Yu, it doesn't matter that my little sister can't dance. Let's dance. You play the piano. We'll show Miss Jin the Swan Lake she taught us."

Lu Tianyu raised his chin to Leng Bingling, "can you be an audience?"

Leng Bingling gave a faint "um" sound. She walked towards the door. She leaned against the wall at the door, looked cold, folded her hands on her chest and hung her eyelids.

Lu Tianyu kept looking at the little girl and felt that she suddenly became a little strange.

He raised his hand and grabbed the spoon behind his head. He felt a little confused.

The children were so fast that they had lined up and shouted, "brother Yu, you can play the piano."

Lu Tianyu gave a "um" sound. He went to the piano chair in front of the piano and sat down. He opened the cover on the piano, turned his head and looked at the children and asked, "do you still dance Swan Lake?"

The child nodded: "yes."

Lu Tianyu smiled and said, "you are poisoned by sister Jin. Every time I come here, I play Swan Lake."

Lu Tianyu twisted his neck, moved his body, found the most suitable position to play the piano, sat down, raised his hands slowly and put them on the black-and-white keys. His face was very serious and a little serious. Compared with his look at school, he looked day by day.

The sound of the piano poured out of Lu Tianyu's knuckled fingers. The sound of the piano was like a mountain stream path, winding and never turning back.

When the children heard the sound of the piano, they padded their toes and jumped up to the music.