November 1st is also a Monday, and there are many things waiting for Director Yang and Manager Yang to do and decide. However, Yang Jingxing still had breakfast with his parents early in the morning and sent them to the train station.

On the way, Xiao Shuxia carefully read the text message she had just received to her husband and son: "Auntie, I'm sorry that I can't see you and uncle off. My colleagues and I are rushing to the Philharmonic Orchestra to attend rehearsals. I wish you and uncle a safe journey.

You and your uncle don't need to miss Yang Jingxing too much. Thanks to his good family education and training, he has always been outstanding in work, study and career, and has a wide range of good popularity and reputation. The last online incident was really caused by a villain who was not in good times, and it was not

Because he can turn disaster into good fortune if he walks and sits upright. Although I can't help Yang Jingxing much, I will try my best. I will be happy for his achievements and will accompany and encourage him when he is frustrated. I will try my best.

Be a good girlfriend and thank my uncle and aunt for trusting me!"

My wife read more and more solemnly, but Yang Chengyi smiled a little, while Yang Jingxing looked shy.

Xiao Shuxia's expression was slightly solemn. She checked her phone and then remembered to remind her husband: "Do you admire your son?"

Yang Chengyi didn't even look at his wife, and changed his sitting posture to become more relaxed: "I don't think He Peiyuan is that stupid."

"What do you know?" Xiao Shuxia immediately glared at her husband: "That's it. A woman should find someone she admires!"

Yang Jingxing sneered twice.

Xiao Shuxia took action against her son. If Yang Jingxing hadn't been driving, he would not have been able to escape.

Yang Chengyi also reminded his wife: "Reply."

Xiao Shuxia finished reading the text message first: "Also, my height is 171, neck circumference 32, front shoulder width 38, chest circumference 80, waist circumference 60, hip circumference 84, thigh circumference 48..."

Yang Chengyi refused to listen to those numbers and told his son again: "You should pay more attention to her father's poor health..."

Xiao Shuxia was anxious again. How should she reply to the girl? Yang Chengyi also helped. Of course the elders hope that the young people will be well, and that they will be well in all aspects of work and relationship...

Yang Jingxing didn't call his girlfriend until noon to ask about the progress of the rehearsal. He Peiyuan said that it was just like that, it was all to complete the task, even though his friends around him were singing the opposite tune and praising the consultant who said that everyone

Full of energy, I will add more this afternoon.

Yang Jingxing still believed his girlfriend's words. He was a little worried: "So the situation is not optimistic."

"I don't know." He Xiaoqian was a little annoyed: "It's useless to think too much. You will know when the time comes. The audience has the final say."

What Yang Jingxing was thinking was: "Then how do you comfort me?"

He Peiyuan said again: "Let's not talk about eating."

Yang Jingxing reminded: "You said you would accompany me and comfort me when I was down."

He Peiyuan obviously took a deep breath: "... I'm done, I won't talk anymore!" She did what she said.

Ten minutes later, the girl sent a text message: I will never say anything to your mother again!

Yang Jingxing quickly replied: Don't let my mother know that you betrayed her, otherwise how can I reveal the news to you after I lose trust?

He Peiyuan: She said it as if she was helping me.

Yang Jingxing: Of course, how to reward me?

He Peiyuan: It’s a beautiful thought. I won’t say any more, I’m exhausted.

Yang Jingxing: Go home and wait for me after work.

He Peiyuan did not express her position.

The iron rice bowl is so good that He Peiyuan called her boyfriend again before four o'clock, just to show off: "It's time to get off work, I'm going home."

Yang Jingxing replied: "Okay, have a good rest. I should be able to go back before six o'clock."

"I'm going back to my home!" He Peiyuan was so angry: "You still want me to clean you?"

"You don't need to do it..." Yang Jingxing came to his senses: "What do you mean you do it for me? Is it my own home?"

Well, He Peiyuan promised to wait for him to come back at Yang Jingxing's house to discuss it carefully, and she also had to return the key!

Yang Jingxing arrived home before 5:30, and still entered the house quietly. The piano room was closed, but some piano sounds could still be heard. He Peiyuan was really free, playing the piano part of "Round the Finger". Sure enough,

Every other line is like a mountain, and the girl's fingering skills can't even handle the simplest arpeggios.

Oh, He Peiyuan is serious. The house keys and access cards are all placed on the coffee table. But before leaving, she did a good deed and bought a glass fruit plate. There are a bunch of grapes, a few strawberries, and a few cherries in the plate. They match well.

pretty.

In the kitchen, some juicer given by the building materials dealer that had been gathering dust was taken out and placed on the counter. There were also traces of used water. There was a cute little green plastic drain basin in the stainless steel drain basket of the sink. He Peiyuan

True to my word, you must have a special machine for washing fruits.

Yang Jingxing walked outside the door of the piano room while observing, and stopped to listen to his girlfriend's lame and stubborn piano sound. Haha, he was so angry that his skills were not up to par.

When there was a pause in the piano room, Yang Jingxing knocked on the door. When he got no response, he knocked again, then simply pushed the door open and went in.

In the room was He Peiyuan, sitting on the piano bench and looking back, holding the phone in her hand and wanting to throw it at her boyfriend: "It scared me to death!"

Yang Jingxing was funny: "Who else besides me?"

"Then you still knock on the door?" He Peiyuan looked really frightened: "You didn't even make a call!"

Yang Jingxing took the opportunity to hug his girlfriend to express comfort, but He Peiyuan was serious. She disliked the house and said that entering was like entering a building. Who knows if there are any bad guys hiding in the corners upstairs and downstairs.

It wasn't dark yet, but Yang Jingxing still paid great attention to it. He kissed his girlfriend on the forehead and said, "Try not to let Yuanyuan be alone at home from now on."

He Peiyuan was in shock: "Be sure to lock the upper and lower balcony doors. The lower ones were not locked today."

Yang Jingxing understood: "No wonder, no wonder, it's my fault, blame me."

He Peiyuan looked pitiful: "What?"

Yang Jingxing said solemnly: "I'm just wondering why Yuanyuan plays so badly. It turns out she's afraid..."

He Peiyuan turned her face 180 degrees, pushed the scoundrel away, punched her face before she could become fierce, and then jumped and slapped her feet: "Bye! I put the things on the table, let's go! Goodbye

!”

Yang Jingxing coaxed him to the living room before reaching out to hold him. He hadn't eaten the fruit yet. Is there any freshly squeezed juice?

What she thought was beautiful was that He Peiyuan just took out the juicer and washed it, or put it back, since it wouldn't be used in the future anyway.

Yang Jingxing picked up his girlfriend, punched and kicked her, carried her to the sofa and pushed her down. He even reached out and took out a cherry and said, "Eat it..."

He Peiyuan was very angry today. A few fruits couldn't solve the problem at all. Putting aside the deliberate scare just now, why did her boyfriend's family unite to bully her? Yang Jingxing was so hateful that he ate with so many people.

What shameless words did he say on the phone? He also said that he was terrible at playing the piano? He couldn't wish for it. From now on, there is no "Rou Zhi Rou" in He Peiyuan's music library. I don't know what it is!

After a lot of hardships, Yang Jingxing finally brought his girlfriend to the piano room and placed her on the stool in front of the piano, shamelessly asking her to teach her how to play the piano.

At least He Peiyuan can read music, and she also knows where to move her left and right hands. Yang Jingxing is standing behind his girlfriend, more attentive and patient than a teacher in an early childhood education class coaxing a child. He bends down and presses his girlfriend's hands with both hands to help the girl remove her fingers.

The keys and sounds are almost correct, but the playing speed has been slowed down, let alone a real sense of rhythm.

Yang Jingxing also praised: "Yuanyuan is not afraid anymore and she plays really well."

He Peiyuan could hear the sarcasm, "Humph, if you have the ability, please try playing the string with someone."

So the boyfriend and girlfriend changed roles to perform "Soft Fingers". It can be said that Yang Jingxing's Sanxian has not yet learned, but it is still much better than his girlfriend's piano. Of course, He Peiyuan was not willing to let her boyfriend's Sanxian play so pretentiously to accommodate her.

So I lost patience and started playing the piano randomly, creating more than 30% wrong notes.

Let's go back to each other and perform their duties. After performing the performance seriously, He Peiyuan calmed down a little, but then raised a new question: "Remember the happy times in the past, right?"

Yang Jingxing began to worry: "What happy time?"

He Peiyuan imagined: "Do you teach Yu Xinting the same way? Grab her hand."

Yang Jingxing bumped into the wall, pretending, but in fact the wall was covered with soundproof soft wrapping.

He Peiyuan was willing to believe that Yu Xinting would not need to be taught step by step, but: "Have you ever played four-handed play?"

Yang Jingxing shouted to heaven and earth, but it really didn’t happen!

He Peiyuan doesn't believe it. You, Yang Jingxing, huh, have a serious criminal record of taking the initiative to play four hands with a piano department senior sister in front of everyone. Don't think anyone doesn't know about it.

Yang Jingxing lamented that he was really at a loss... Hey, he now has a girlfriend, so he can experience what it's like to have sex with a girl he's used to.

He Peiyuan refused: "I play badly!"

Yang Jingxing thinks it's because his girlfriend hasn't found a suitable song. Let's see if Director Yang composes one for the occasion. He Peiyuan hums, let's wait and see if he can write it...

The academic ones still had some artistic spirit and forgot to eat. Yang Jingxing directly brought pen and paper, and He Peiyuan also closely supervised the sincerity of the creation.

Being professional, Yang Jingxing opened his mouth and asked to extract four themes from "Round the Finger" and adapt it. He Peiyuan scoffed, "This is called creation. You could just copy the chorus of that song to save trouble." Yang Jingxing praised the good idea.

, you can learn a little bit from it and integrate it.

So I first listed a few main materials, and then Yang Jingxing discussed it with his girlfriend while imagining it. In fact, it was more about explaining his own ideas.

He Peiyuan first made it clear: "I want to play high notes!"

No problem, Yang Jingxing began to draw tadpoles on the staff: "How about this prelude?"

He Peiyuan looked at the scroll first and was disgusted: "Can you write better?" After looking carefully, she reached out to the keyboard to feel it. It was really simple, just a few notes going up. The girl asked: "Why do you have to preface like this?"

Yang Jingxing explained: "The tone is actually the simplified reflection of this theme."

He Peiyuan looked at it more carefully and nodded as if she understood: "Give it to me, I'll write it, you play it and you tell it!"

Oops, Director Yang has a composition assistant, and he is finally a qualified composer. Unfortunately, he is not used to it yet: "Let me make it clear first that I have never had anyone help me compose music, let alone a girlfriend, so you can just say it without asking.

Already."

He Peiyuan threw away her pen and stopped writing.
To be continued...