Chapter 43

After all, I haven't touched much for two years. If I smash Miss Hess's court, the cliff will be ruined!

Thinking of that old man with white hair who always blows his beard and stares, ye Shanshan touches the back of his hand. He has been hit by a small stick several times in that year, and he has a psychological shadow. When talking about teacher Hess, he can't help but withdraw his hand.

So a comparison, although the palace more big demon king to buckle his lollipop, but there is a contrast there is comfort, his own gold master or good gentle!

When Gong Yue came home from the temporary meeting, he could hear the sound of the piano. It was like the lake in the moonlight. The water was so beautiful that it was intoxicated. But there was something wrong with it.

Listening to the sound of the piano, Gong Yue suddenly remembered that when he was very young, his father and mother loved piano very much. In particular, his mother would sometimes hold him in her arms, hold his hand, press a black and white key, while humming a simple song.

But then everything changed.

Housekeeper hawk took Gong Yue's coat and stood aside respectfully. "Young master, ye Shao has put the piano in the greenhouse and is practicing. You can tell him to go to the flower room when he comes back

Of course, ye Shanshan's original words are, "uncle, if Gong Yue comes back, you can ask him to come to the flower house and listen to my personal recital of high-end atmosphere!" He also added, "maybe his soul was baptized by music, so he would not force me to study so coldly!"

When housekeeper Hawke finished, he suddenly remembered that there was a time when ye Shanshan liked to go to the flower house, which was called cultivating aesthetic sentiment. Because the flowers inside are his own choice, there is no strong fragrance, so he won't sneeze.

However, it was later learned that ye Shanshan didn't go to the flower house for afternoon tea, but because he raised more than 20 tadpoles in it, and he happily went to chat with them every day to cultivate cross ethnic friendship.

Finally, the tadpole turned into a frog and ran away. Ye Shanshan was depressed for several days. Gong Yue took him out to ride a horse for half a day before he recovered.

When the palace arrived at the gate of the flower house, his steps slowly slowed down. At this moment, the darkness is left behind.

In the brightly lit flower house, ye Shanshan is sitting among the blooming flowers, ten fingers flying, every time you hit the piano key, there will be notes flowing out.

He was wearing a white shirt, three buttons on the collar were not fastened, revealing the delicate carved clavicle and the skin as warm as lanolin. Back is very straight, slightly showing the arc of the butterfly bone, people can not help but look at.

For a moment, Gong Yue felt fascinated.

Ye Shanshan had heard Gong Yue's footsteps and felt that he had reached the door. After playing that section, he directly released his hand, and the sound of the piano stopped in a hurry.

He turned his head and looked at the door. Through the luxuriant layers of flowers, ye Shanshan shook his hand to the man standing at the door of the flower house. His voice was a little dejected, "are you back, and are you OK today?"

With that, he put his fingertip to his lips and chewed his fingernails twice - eh, how can I feel that this sentence is like what the wife would say when her husband comes home in the TV series?

At this time, he found that Gong Yue was looking at him, and ye Shanshan Yilin quickly put his hand back to the back of the line. He didn't control Gu Weiwang who gnawed his paws. This is a clear challenge to the great demon king!

He remembers that once he was careless, when gnawing his fingernails, he chewed a little blood from his fingertips. He was cheated by the palace for three weeks' snacks, which made his heart ache!

Since then, it has been strictly forbidden to gnaw nails.

"Unhappy?" Gong Yue walked towards him and answered his premise question, "the meeting was very smooth. The information you arranged for me was very useful. The board of directors agreed to withdraw the proposal."

Perhaps it was because the atmosphere was very peaceful in the greenhouse with the leaves shining. Gong Yue stood beside the piano and was rarely relaxed.

Ye Shanshan's attention was diverted, and he didn't bother with his wife and husband. He looked up at the man in front of him, and his tone was a little more lively. "It's good that everything goes well. Those board of directors are paper tigers. If they dare to bully you again, I'll help you find a place!"

Then he put his hand on the piano key, and even pressed out several bass. He forced himself to match a piece of background music by hand.

"Well, good." The more palace is not prepared to suppress Ye Shanshan's enthusiasm, after all, he likes this kind of feeling, and someone will help him to support the field.

After the flg was finished, ye Shanshan fell down on the piano and looked at Gong Yue pitifully. "Elder brother, I always think that teacher Hess will roar at me."

Then he cleared his throat and imitated his irascible piano teacher,

"oh my God, are you a robot? Feelings! Feelings! I can't hear any feelings! Piano is not to let you dazzle skills, you also need emotional integration! My God, how can there be such a fool as you in the world

Choking his throat, ye Shanshan held his chin in agony, "I also want to be full of emotion, but I really won't. My heart is so tired."Three years ago, relying on his excellent sense of music and coordination ability, he could play a piece of high difficulty with very little time. He was surprised by teacher Hess as a musical genius and vowed to bring ye Shanshan into the palace of music and become famous all over the world.

However, how much we expected at the beginning, how disappointed we were later. At that time, ye Shanshan was beaten on the back of his hand with a stick almost every day, because the tune played was accurate enough and pleasant enough, but there was no emotion.

Hess did not believe that there was no way to save this problem. In the next six months, he tried his best to help Ye Shanshan in various ways, but none of them had any effect.

Ye Shanshan knows what's going on with him. Although he is a real person, in fact, he is only a test object that has been "debugged" in the instrument.

He can quickly learn very profound knowledge, and draw inferences from one instance to three hundred. His brain can record all the things he has seen, calculate complex mathematical problems, and even can go to the battlefield and become a fearsome sharp soldier as long as he has received relevant training.

But he was insensitive to feelings.

It took him seven years to teach him to cry.

Later, Hess gave up and went back to Austria. Ye Shanshan never touched the piano again. Just did not expect, the teacher has not forgotten him.

Gong Yue looked at him constantly scratching the fingers of the piano stool, without much consideration, "I will accompany you on the day of the concert."

Hearing what he said, ye Shanshan's eyes brightened, "really? You're busy, aren't you? Can you walk away? "

The words are so sweet, but his expression is completely "OK, OK, let's go."

After all, as long as Gong Yue is in, teacher Hess can't sacrifice the artifact "little stick" if he stares at him at most.

It's great to have a backer. It's time for the bottom apprentice to turn over!

Gong Yue nodded and thought, "as for piano music, you just need to show off your skills, such as Liszt's ghost fire."

Seeing the palace more and more serious to give their own ideas, ye Shanshan jumped up, eyebrows fluttering, "ah, brother, what you said is particularly right, how can I not think of it? Ha ha, play ghost fire to scare them to death

The more you want to be happy, ye Shanshan is excited, and without a good posture, you can go straight to the palace.

Judging from experience, Gong Yue held him firmly last time, and this time it was certainly no problem.

However, this time the palace stood too relaxed, and ye Shanshan didn't have any preparation.

So "bang" a sound, two people folded on the ground, bending a number of nearby vine leaves. The flowers in full bloom were touched and scattered their petals.

Ye Shanshan stupidly lies in the palace Yue's arms, and can grasp each other's clothes. Feel Gong Yue's two arms are tightly encircling themselves, even if fell to the ground, there is no pain at all.

The abdominal muscles of gongyue are too hard.

He raised his head and looked at Gong Yue, who had become a cushion for himself. Suddenly, he felt very happy.

Ye Shanshan giggled at the palace more and more several times, then put his head to the palace more's chest, rubbed and rubbed in a small range, "brother, you are the best to me."

Sounds like sugar.

For Gong Yue, he hit the bull's eye.

When housekeeper Hawke stood at the door of the flower house, he saw this beautiful and touching scene. In particular, the palace more fall in the eyes of Ye Shanshan, let him have to sigh the love of young people, is so beautiful.

With a slight cough as a reminder, housekeeper Hawke found that their eyes fell on him at the same time, but did not mean to separate and then stand up.

After thinking about it for a while, housekeeper Hawke turned around and decided not to look at him. Then he pretended that he didn't see anything. "Ye Shao, your mobile phone has been ringing all the time. The caller ID is Mr. Zheng Dongzheng. It should be something urgent."

Sorry to disturb you, young master

Ye Shanshan didn't connect the brain circuit of the housekeeper's uncle. He answered, and with hindsight he got up from Gong Yue. He also stretched out his hand to pull Gong Yue up. He frowned and worried, "brother, do you have any pain? Did you fall? "

How can I do if I crush my golden thigh.

Palace more shake head, just look at Ye Shan Shan, did not speak.

Ye Shanshan saw that he shook his head, relieved a little, and carefully picked off the leaves on Gong Yue's body. Because of a secret curiosity, he pretended to touch Gong Yue's abdominal muscles as if nothing had happened.

Really hard!

After touching, he was satisfied to get his mobile phone.

Just walked two steps, the wrist was caught by Gong Yue. He felt the palm of Gong Yue's hand was very hot. He looked back, and his eyes were a little nervous. "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Palace more look at leaf glittering clear eyes, silent for a moment, and shook his head, "bow."Ye Shanshan is very obedient, directly bow his head, this just found that the palace more is to help him take down the petals on his hair.

He patted his hair sheepishly, "brother, I'm going to check my cell phone."

The palace didn't pull him this time.

Took the mobile phone, Zheng Dong just called again.

Ye Shanshan picked up and heard the voice over there, full of anger, "Shanshan, I sent you the address to wechat, you can have a look. I always feel that something is wrong, like someone is behind you. Have you offended anyone? "

Perhaps because he realized that his words were too ambitious, Zheng Dong changed the sentence pattern quickly, "go and see who is in a hurry to move to the landlord's house!"

Originally addicted to beauty can not extricate himself from the appearance party, is still addicted to his scissors hand selfie. And the comparison of passers-by's powder, almost forget ye Shanhuang to long grass micro blog.

As a result, as soon as this micro blog update came out, the Yan powder which had been gradually silenced before was blown up again.

"Ma angel, I see it

"Do you dare to take a picture of yourself with a swan? Do you dare to send some more photos? Oh, dare you! "

"Is this a white swan? How can there be such a beautiful person? But you are not human, and I will not dislike you! Please come to my arms

"I thought that the last scissors hand was the peak of beauty. I didn't expect that the peak would wait for me here. I wanted to ask, landlord, how did you look so beautiful that you didn't have a dead corner? Will the next self portrait be higher than the next one? "

"The landlord is really redl upright, smiling and crying, but remember to only send a piece of what, the manager's heart will not be tears into a river?"

Glad to wait for a few hours for Zheng Dongshan to forget this piece of news? So he quickly turned his hand, and left a message, "every day I wait for the little master of the land to send a micro blog. As a result, after the first one, there is no follow-up, and it is also heart piercing."

Zheng Dong, as a gold medal agent of pomelo pear entertainment, used to bring a movie queen who has not been popular until now, so he has a huge fan base. After seeing the microblog he forwarded, the comment area exploded.

"Is this the new man under Dong Dong Dong? It's a bad face, isn't it? Bring it out and show off! "

"The landlord is actually under my brother Dong. I feel that he is not far away from the red and purple! Brother Dong, send him to TV

"I'm the only one paying attention to it. What kind of ghost is the young master of the landlord's house? Brother Dong, are you a long-time laborer of the landlords "

within a few minutes, Xu Luoyang also transferred Ye Shanshan's microblog from Zheng Dong," Shanshan, when you open your microblog, I'm almost old bacon, quick mutual powder! "

During this period of time, Xu Luoyang was sent to a remote area by Zheng Dong to film. His life was hard and he could make do with it, but he couldn't go up very much. After two kilometers of hard work, I got a signal. I was just about to brush my microblog to receive some new news from the colorful world. I saw Zheng Dong send a new micro blog.

In the photo, on the edge of a huge lake, a boy in a black T-shirt has a bit of messy hair, but his smile is so beautiful that he can't help holding his breath. He was close to two swans, one white and one black, and the pear vortex in the corner of his mouth was like God's careful point.

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