Chapter 276 Don't worry about giving you to anyone
The housekeeper took Song Jing to the piano room.
"Ms. Song, there are only pianos, violins, and guzheng here. Do you need any other instruments? I can ask someone to send them over."
"No, I can just use the piano. Thank you, uncle." Song Jing thanked him politely.
"It's okay. I'll bring lunch over here later." The housekeeper liked this little girl very much. Although she didn't have any nice words to coax people, she was very polite.
Song Jing entered the piano room.
This piano room has a blank wall, only hung with bamboo curtains. Roll up the bamboo curtains, and there is a widened eaves outside, which leads to the artificial lake in the backyard, and the scenery is pleasant.
Song Jing hung up the bamboo curtain and went to look at the musical instruments that the housekeeper's uncle had mentioned.
The guzheng was placed on a table next to the bamboo curtain. Song Jing glanced at it and raised his eyebrows slightly.
This guzheng is actually an antique.
Song Jing leaned over and gently played with his fingers twice. The sound of the piano was clear and pleasant, and the tone was very good.
Has Shi Yan ever learned how to talk about the guzheng? Otherwise, he shouldn’t have gotten an antique and put it here to look at and play with.
Song Jing turned around and walked to the shelf on the other side, where the violin case was placed.
The violin in the case was also made by a famous master, and there were things like rosin next to it.
Judging from the extent of rosin usage, this violin was in use.
Song Jing took out the violin from the case, tried the sound, put rosin on the bow, tightened the bow, put it on his neck and played a piece of the E minor concerto.
Since she came out, she hasn't touched the violin for a long time, and her hands are a little raw.
Song Jing put the violin back into its case, put it away, and then walked to the piano in the middle of the room.
Lifting the cover of the piano, Song Jing took out his cell phone and sat down with the score he had written in school, and began to play out the entire score and then make modifications.
The housekeeper came over with a food box and was stunned when he reached the door.
He liked jnancy's music so much. When he listened to Song Jing's piano music, he actually felt like he could hear jnancy playing.
It turns out that Miss Song is so good at talking about piano, but I don’t know what kind of piano music it is, and I have never heard it before.
The housekeeper came to his senses and really didn't want to interrupt such a beautiful piano music, but he was worried about the noodles in the food box, so he had no choice but to go in.
"Miss Song, I brought lunch."
Song Jing stopped, clicked the pause button on the phone screen and stood up, "Thank you, uncle."
The housekeeper dug into the corridor where the bamboo curtain was drawn up, pulled up an invisible low table, and laid out the noodles and vegetables in the food box one by one, including three meat dishes and one vegetable dish.
"I said, no matter what, Miss Song still needs to eat some vegetarian food."
"No one is home and they still care whether I eat meat or vegetables."
The housekeeper smiled and said, "Miss Song, you eat first. I'll come over and clean up later."
Song Jing nodded, sat down to have lunch, and began to change the music again.
This change was made until midnight. When Shi Yan came in, Song Jinggang sent the demo to Sher Shi.
"Uncle Wang said you came back in the afternoon and stayed here until now. What are you doing?"
"Make money." Song Jing raised his chin, "Can you use everything in this?"
"The old lady likes it. She even learned some lessons from it when she was a child. Have you ever heard of Butterfly Lovers?" Shi Yan walked over and opened the violin case. "It was rosinated and played."
"Try it." Song Jing put his fingers on the black and white keys, and the prelude of Butterfly Lovers slowly flowed out from his fingertips.
Shi Yan listened to a short section and began to play the violin to join in.
The housekeeper stood at the door and listened intoxicated. He couldn't help but sigh, "It seems that I have returned to the time when the old lady was still alive. At that time, the old lady and the old man also played together like this under the moon. How wonderful."
After the song ended, Shi Yan put the violin into the box and said, "Eat."
Song Jing also packed up his university, and Shi Yan stretched out his hand to wait for her.
Song Jing smiled, stepped forward and held his hand, "Why are you back so early today?"
"There's not much going on." Shi Yan took the backpack from her hand and took her hand out.
The housekeeper said respectfully: "Master, Miss Song, the food is ready."
"Thank you, uncle." Song Jing thanked him politely.
There is a moon tonight, and the food is placed in the yard.
Shi Yan served Song Jing some food, "Do you know what day it is today?"
"What?" Song Jing gnawed on the ribs.
"Mid-Autumn Festival."
Song Jing was suddenly stunned and looked up at the full moon in the night sky. No wonder the moon was particularly bright tonight.
"Today is the 15th day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar. What's the date on the solar calendar?"
"September 10th."
"Oh." Song Jing said a long "Oh" and said nothing more.
Shi Yan's birthday is September 26 of the Gregorian calendar. Today is not included. There are still sixteen days left, so there is still time to prepare a thoughtful gift.
Shi Yan was thinking about things in his mind, but he didn't think much about Song Jing's intention in asking this question.
After eating, the two of them washed up and rested.
Shi Yan hugged Song Jing and gently patted her shoulder to coax her to sleep.
Song Jing was used to smelling the cold woody fragrance on his body, "Where did you get this fragrance? Is it similar to the medicinal fragrance on my body?"
The medicinal fragrance on her body is created by soaking in medicinal materials. You can't smell it from a distance, but you can only smell it if you get closer, or someone with a sensitive sense of smell like Shi Yan.
The same goes for the cold woody fragrance on Shi Yan's body, which can only be smelled if you get closer.
"The old lady likes to make incense. I would make her happy when I was a child, so I would accompany her to make incense. Maybe I will get a little bit of it over time."
"The housekeepers at home have also continued the old habit of fumigating clothes."
"Yeah, it smells good." Song Jing leaned close to his neck and sniffed, then closed his eyes.
Shi Yan patted her shoulder gently and coaxed her to sleep, but she kept her eyes open and found it difficult to fall asleep.
Time is moving forward every day, leaving less and less time between them.
Who will sleep with her arms like this in the future?
Shi Yan only thought of this, and his heart felt as if someone had punched a big hole with an iron fist, and the wind was pouring into it, tearing and hurting.
"Baby."
"Um?"
Song Jing was already asleep and just responded to him unconsciously.
"If you don't meet a man who loves you more than me in the future, why don't you just stay alone?"
"I really can't bear to see you suffer a little injustice."
"I always feel that no one will love you more than me. I won't trust anyone if I leave you to you."
"Huh?" Song Jing moved slightly.
Shi Yan immediately stopped talking, "It's nothing. Go to sleep."
"I love you."
When Song Jing woke up the next day, Shi Yan was still not at home.
After breakfast, Song Jing took the bus to school and found the place where registration forms for the music competition were submitted.
"The registration form should have been submitted yesterday." The senior sister who received the registration form frowned, "Junior sister, wait a minute. I'll ask if the registration form has been submitted. If it has already been submitted, you cannot participate.
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"Excuse me, senior sister." Song Jing stood waiting at the door, lowered his head and took out his mobile phone.
[Boss, the artistic conception of your song seems a little different from before. It has more warmth, is warm, and very comfortable. Are you ready to transform? 】
Song Jing replied: [Make a new attempt. Will the other party buy it?]
[The other party heard the sample and bought it without saying a word. I also raised the price for you, to 3.2 million.]
[Okay, according to the old rules, you take a commission, pay the tax for me, and transfer the rest to my account.]
[I have already paid the tax for you, but I will not pay it this time. I have a gracious invitation. A piano master from our company will go to your country to participate in a music competition. He will bring a piece of music there.
Could you please help me listen and change it?】
Xie Shi was afraid that Song Jing would disagree, so he immediately sent another message, [Of course, I won’t let you change it in vain. I won’t take any commission from the next ten songs you sell.]
There is no commission for ten pieces of music, which is a huge sum of money.
It seemed that Sherry and the piano master both attached great importance to the music they were going to send her.
[Are you planning to send this piece to Country F Music Festival to win an award?]
Having been seen through, Shershi also admitted frankly, "Yes, so I really want to ask you."