Fortunately, at this time, an aunt who delivered fruits outside the door quietly arrived.

Chen Qian sat up honestly, opened the door, smiled shyly at the other person, grabbed a piece of durian on the plate, reached out and stuffed it into her mouth. When she was in a good mood, she temporarily forgot about the troubles of her man's "family inheritance".

Yao Xinhe couldn't stand the smell of durian at all times. He frowned and stepped back. Seeing Chen Qian having a great time eating, he simply turned around and walked into the study behind him.

Yao Xinhe's study and bedroom are connected. He used to be unwilling to go out when he was in school. He stayed in the bedroom all day long, either reading books or doing questions. Once, he heard Chen Qian playing the piano outside the school piano room. He found it interesting, but later when he went home, he asked the old lady to make a fight for himself.

But the two family teachers who taught him piano were very worry-free. The one in front had sex with Yao Xinhe's third uncle, while the one behind looked at Yao Xinhe directly, and the one in the class put his hands on Yao Xinhe's pants.

Because of his romantic affairs when he was young, Yao Xinhe was always extremely despised of the behavior of seducing students. He immediately threw the person to the ground and never allowed someone to enter his bedroom again.

At this time, Chen Qian was satisfied with eating outside. After drinking a cup of honey fruit tea, she wiped her mouth and walked into Yao Xinhe's study with a swagger. Seeing a piano in the corner, she couldn't help laughing: "You can still play the piano?"

Yao Xinhe was originally looking down at the tablet in his hand, but when he heard her words, he didn't know how to answer.

He has learned piano for a few years and can play simple music, but if he knows how good he is, it is really not considered a matter of being. At least in front of people like Shen Qian who play music, he belongs to the gangster.

But Chen Qian didn't care. Yao Xin and her face alone would be enough for her ten professional-level books. If he could play two little stars occasionally and say one or two beautiful jokes, then this young man would be invincible.

So, Chen Qian became playful, took Yao Xinhe's hand, pressed him on the piano bench, leaned his chin against someone's shoulder, and started to speak unreasonable: "I don't care. Anyway, you have to play a song for me now, anything is fine. You must have played it for other girls. I have loved boys who can play the piano since I was a child. You are a husband, and you can't help but satisfy your wife's little hobby."

Yao Xin and the past only had the name of a school grass. In fact, they had never touched the girl's hand. They sat there, lowered their heads, and looked at their fingers on the keys. They did not refuse or agree. They just asked: "Boys who have loved playing the piano since childhood? Like the Tan Family Laoqi?"

He said this, Chen Qian's expression froze immediately, her eyes rolled, her body straightened, her fingers rubbed her nose, her expression remained motionless, she skillfully pretended not to hear it, picked up a ten-oral harmonica on it, sat next to him, tilted her head and started acting: "Oh, this brand of ten-oral harmonica is all customized, you actually have it too! It's so beautiful, I can do harmonica, let's do it like this, come and play the piano, how about the little one give you a soundtrack."

After saying that, she saw that Yao Xinhe still didn't say anything, so she could only lean over and pouted: "Senior, are you okay? The junior has never been happy to others before."

Yao Xinhe turned his face and looked at Chen Qian with an expectant look at her. With a light cough, she couldn't help but feel a little moved.

This harmonica should have been hers.

That year, Chen Qian was locked in the piano room of the school. Yao Xinhe specially sent the harmonica over the next day and planned to put it secretly on the piano to her as a praising.

It’s a pity that Gu Lanqing had a personal concert in Europe at that time. Chen Qian asked for leave for half a month. When she came back, Yao Xinhe had already been sent to the United States by her family. She was in chaos and nothing was left. After these years, only a long-outdated Ten-Concerto was left.

Now, Chen Qian was holding the harmonica that should have belonged to her early, sitting there, with a well-behaved and playful appearance, and her eyes were round and clear. In an instant, Yao Xinhe felt as if she was back at the age of eighteen. He was sitting outside the piano room and napping, while the little girl in the piano room who would be taught a lesson by the teacher after stealing snacks was still playing the "Fate" that always makes mistakes with great indignation.

But Yao Xinhe never believed in fate.

So, when Shen Qian leaned over for the third time, he nodded and just reached out to play a song "Farewell" for her. This was the first time he heard Chen Qian play outside the piano room, and it was also the most skilled song he had so far.

Yao Xinhe has no special talent for music, he will not remember it until he can't remember it, nor can he know the sound and break the score. Before he was fourteen years old, he was hungry and wandering around. The concept of music may be more like the melody of the family sitting in front of the TV in the Nanzai Store where candy is sold in the town.

You may not remember, but you were born to long for it.

When Xia Rong came to her senses, Chen Qian had already put down the harmonica in her hand, held Yao Xinhe's arm and boasted for a while. When she turned around, she was immediately startled to see Xia Rong standing there stupidly.

Xia Rong also realized her rudeness at this time, took a small step and stepped forward to apologize repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just heard that there was a piano sound here, so I took the liberty to break in. The picture of you playing the piano together is so beautiful, it's so good."

Chen Qian usually likes to listen to others praise her. If the praise can still be of some beauty, she can suffocate on the spot.

Yao Xinhe had already gotten up and left the room. Chen Qian had no worries. She grinned and stood up and patted Xia Rong on the shoulder. The two brothers hugged them and said, "Yeah, what's there to apologize for this? Hello, I'm Chen Qian, just call me Lao Shen. You are the niece of the second aunt, Xia Rong, right? I heard that "White Moon" was the song you wrote, you are so amazing."

Xia Rong was born with a talent for music. She started her freshman songwriting independently and has produced many works that have been regarded as treasures by domestic literary youths over the years.

When Chen Qian said this, she immediately felt embarrassed and waved her hand to be modest, rubbed her fingers, and replied in a low voice: "Just call me Rongrong. I heard that Miss Chen likes folk songs. If you have the chance in the future, I can write a few songs for you. By the way, Miss Chen, do you know Tan Yue?"

Chen Qian was slightly stunned and nodded and said, "I know you, you know you too?"

Xia Rong laughed again, "Yes, he came to our Tokyo Art University for a master's degree this semester. I am a Chinese student. Once I went to his apartment and saw a photo of you two on his desk. Are you two good friends? His girlfriend is still jealous of him because of that photo."

She said this as a joke to get the two closer together, but Chen Qian was stunned after hearing this, but she didn't show any happiness on her face.

Tan Yue is a man born passionate. To put it nicely, it is the romance of an artist. To put it badly, it is indecisive and lacks some sense.

Chen Qian hasn't thought of him for half a year, and someone suddenly mentioned it, but he really doesn't miss it at all. "He is my ex-boyfriend. Half a year ago, I cheated on this girlfriend now, and we broke up two days ago."

When Xia Rong heard this, she scratched her hair hard and immediately began to apologize again: "I'm sorry, I don't know about this."

After saying that, she followed Chen Qian out and muttered in a low voice: "Miss Chen, you should be careful about your wedding next week. Last time I heard that Tan Yue had a conflict with his girlfriend. When she came back from the Chinese New Year, she might be coming to steal your marriage."

Chen Qian stopped and thought, how could such a big girl be so stupid as to say that musical bacteria are all over her body? So she coughed lightly, leaned over and whispered to educate her: "Don't worry, Rongrong, this couple who broke up in the world, there are not so many broken relationships. If you break up, then your relationship will be over. Although I am indeed too excellent, Tan Yue may be a little obsessed with, but now I only have my husband's in my heart. Really, if you get married in the future, you will have to be as strong as me and not leave any way for dog men to live. This is the style of our art workers."

When Xia Rong heard this, she was instantly frightened and waved her hand in horror, saying, "I don't want to marry a scumbag."

When Chen Qian heard this, she thought, "That's not OK. She still hopes that Xia Rong will make a good song for her when she is on "Singer". If she is directly sterilized, how could she do it? So she grabbed Xia Rong's hand and quickly showed up and said, "Don't let it go, there are so many scumbags in this world? Look at my husband, it looks quite scary. She doesn't look like a good citizen who abides by the law, but in fact, she has a high education, a miserable life experience, and is very dedicated. She treats people and things consistently. Even the mental illness that has been with many years has been recurring and never cures it."

Xia Rong was stunned in place, and the look of looking at Chen Qian slowly turned from initial admiration to panic.

Chen Qian seemed to feel something was wrong, and looked back according to her gaze. Sure enough, she saw Yao Xinhe who came up to call her for dinner. She was sweating all over for a while and her eyes turned black.

Xia Rong was frightened when she saw Yao Xin and that cold face. At this moment, the revolutionary friendship was gone, and artistic exchanges were no longer important. She left a sentence "I'll go first", twisted her head and ran away.

Chen Qian took a breath, and fainted with a "burp" sound. She twitched the corner of her mouth, and could only fall to the ground, lean on Yao Xinhe's leg, grab his hand and put it on his chest, sinking his qi to his dantian, crying softly: "Brother Yao, I seemed to have been suddenly covered by something just now. Now my chest hurts, here and there, too."

Yao Xinhe squatted down calmly and watched her howl. When she was tired of howling, she reached out and lifted the hair on her ears and put it behind her ears. Her fingers slid little by little on her cheeks, and she whispered: "Your ex-boyfriend who is a little obsessed with you, said she will come to our wedding next week."
Chapter completed!