In silent nights, people are more sensitive to sounds.
The cerebellum reacts faster than the brain. The moment Qin Yan's eardrums vibrated, his limbs worked almost at the same time. In just an instant, he had already jumped up the stairwell.
After an unknown number of seconds, he stopped at the last step, panting, and blurted out, "How are you? What happened?"
Under the dim light, Mo Yan grasped the door handle with one hand and stood on tiptoes to lean against the door frame.
When she heard him speak, she turned around unpreparedly, her almond-shaped eyes filled with moisture after panic, which made people feel distressed.
Qin Yan strode closer, frowned and spoke again, with an indescribable tenderness in his tone, "Are you scared?"
Mo Yan swallowed her saliva and tried to ignore the terrifying feeling of a giant rat running past her feet and the hair touching her skin. She quickly adjusted her expression and returned to her usual look.
"It's okay, it's just a mouse. I was unprepared just now, but now it's okay." Anyway, he just refused to admit that he was scared.
"Okay, then go in." Qin Yan heard her words and the fear in his heart dissipated.
At that moment, many thoughts rushed into his head. Was he a pervert? Burglary? Or a fall? The only thing he didn't expect was that there were rats.
It's not surprising that there are rats in the old community, but she would definitely not accept it if he helped her move to a better place.
Hearing this, Mo Yan took out the key, but he didn't know if it was because his hands were still weak. After inserting it several times, he couldn't align it with the key hole. Qin Yan looked at her pretending to be strong and felt helpless. He stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the key."
, let me open the door for you."
When Mo Yan looked up at him and was stunned, Qin Yan took the key and opened the door. He touched the switch button of the entrance and pressed it. The layout of the house was directly exposed to the light.
The rental house has two bedrooms and one living room. It is not big, but it is clean and simple. The cool color of foggy blue is in line with Mo Yan's character, who is indifferent and distant.
He stood at the door with no intention of going in. He said lightly to Mo Yan, "It's very late. Go to bed early. Good night."
This kind of behavior gave Mo Yan some sense of security. She bit her lip gently, thinking a lot in her heart, but it was impossible for her to invite a boy into the house in the middle of the night, so she said goodbye again, "Good night."
Qin Yan took two steps back, the door closed and the dim sensor light in the corridor quickly went out.
He leaned against the wall, looking at the endless darkness. The light in his eyes gradually became clear, and some frustrations of not getting what he wanted were intertwined with some fearless beliefs.
He didn't leave until the lights in the house went out and there was no sound.
I just didn't expect that she, who is usually so strong and brave, would be afraid of mice. I always found her a bit cute.
Then I made a phone call and arranged for a professional disinfection company to help the entire community regularly eliminate the four pests on a volunteer basis.
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According to the agreement with Lao Jiu, Mo Yan came to Qingxi again to perform the konghou.
As he promised before, there is a special passage from the lounge to the performance area, and it is even guarded by staff, making it impossible for outsiders to enter.
The designer in charge of the costumes is a cute little girl. The Hanfu she prepared is also very beautiful. The sky blue skirt is matched with azure straps and piping. It is covered with a fragrant leather coat. It is simple and elegant. Finally, she helped her
She wore a gold ingot bun to add a sense of playfulness, like a boudoir girl who stepped out of a painting of a lady.
Mo Yan was also very satisfied, and his whole body was wrapped tightly.
The opening song last time was "Li Ping Plays the Harvest" arranged by my grandmother. Today she chose a famous song "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night".
After Mo Yan sat down, he adjusted his breathing, held the piano with both hands, and flew his fingers on the strings, rubbing, sliding, pressing, and vibrating with skillful techniques. The soft and clear music followed, and soon he felt as if he was actually there, in this quiet place.
At night, the moon rises slowly, and a small boat ripples gently on the river.
In the private room, an old man squinted his eyes, pinched his beard, shook his head, and murmured, "What a beautiful Jiangnan landscape painting."
"It's indeed good, Master, do you recognize this instrument?" Another middle-aged man at the same table answered.
The old man opened his eyes suddenly, "Honghou?"
"Yes, it's the konghou."
"It takes more than ten years of hard work to be able to achieve this level of konghou player." Mr. Li sighed, stroking his beard, and suddenly tilted his head and said to the waiter next to him, "Can I meet this person?"
Player?"
"Let me ask you a question, wait a minute." After saying that, the waiter turned around and went out to find Lao Jiu.
Lao Jiu was accompanying Qin Yan in the exclusive private room. After listening to the waiter's question, he refused without raising his head.
Mr. Qin's thoughts have become more and more difficult to understand recently, and it is difficult to distinguish between joy and anger, but he cannot let anyone disturb his little fairy.
"Mr. Li, I'm very sorry. It's not convenient for Miss Mo to see you today."
Professor Li, the honorary president of the Weiner Conservatory of Music and the number one person in Chinese folk music, was a leading figure that countless musicians wanted to get to know, but he was ruthlessly rejected today.
As soon as the waiter finished speaking, Yu Hai, the current president of the Weiner Conservatory of Music, burst into laughter without giving any face.
"Humph, she doesn't see me, and I don't want to see her yet." Mr. Li turned away unhappy, like a child who hasn't had any candy. After all, he is an old naughty boy.
"Haha, this harp is very rare. There are not many people in the world who can play this instrument, let alone such a high-level performer. There is an old man who wants to make a documentary about Chinese folk music recently, right?" Yu
Hai didn't get used to him either, and instead made sarcastic remarks beside him.
"..."
Seeing that Mr. Li didn't speak, Yu Hai took out a business card and handed it to the waiter, "Please help me give the business card to this Miss Mo and tell her that if she wants to play the konghou on a larger stage, she can contact me."
"Okay." The waiter took the business card respectfully, then turned around and went out to find Lao Jiu.
When Lao Jiu saw the business card, he suppressed his smile and asked Qin Yan, "Can I give the business card of Yu Hai, the principal of Weiner Conservatory of Music, to Miss Mo?"
Qin Yan lazily leaned against the window. Hearing Lao Jiu's words, he raised his eyes and glanced at him.
Lao Jiu then handed over his business card.
The 450g Wilde tissue paper has excellent texture and elegant embossed embossed fonts. On it are only: Yu Hai from the Wiener Conservatory of Music and a string of numbers.
Qin Yan rubbed the card with his slender fingers for a moment, confirmed that the card was correct, handed it back to Lao Jiu, and said lightly, "Give it to her."
He just wants to cut off her rotten love, not her talent. The better she grows, the closer he will be to her in the future. Is this another two-way rush?
Thinking of this, he suddenly curled up his lips and smiled, evil and wild.
Lao Jiu let out a long sigh and clicked his tongue. The alarm was lifted, and he immediately ordered the waiter to send the business card to Mo Yan's lounge.
After the performance was over, Mo Yan returned to the lounge and saw the business card. She was slightly startled and put the card away silently. Her mother was a graduate of the school's harp major, so if she had the chance, she could go and take a look.
The place where my mother once studied.
When I was four or five years old, my strict mother always forced me to practice konghou. My little fingers were dripping with blood. I was so scared that I couldn't express my resistance. After a few years, I finally became a habit and stopped resisting. Later, my mother passed away. In order to
Missing her mother, she volunteered to continue practicing with her grandmother; as she grew older, she slowly understood the past and present of the harp, and the harp became her hobby.
Now, she is more willing to regard harp playing as a kind of inheritance, the inheritance of her grandmother, the inheritance of her mother, and the inheritance of national culture.