The sound of the piano was brisk and melodious. People in front of and behind the stage were looking at Sheng Jiaoyang who was playing the piano on the stage. No one noticed that someone was walking into the auditorium and stopped to listen.
After the song, Sheng Jiaoyang stood up amidst everyone's applause and gave a closing salute to the people in the audience. She inadvertently saw the people standing in the aisle of the auditorium and was startled.
She stepped off the stage and walked straight over, stopping two steps away and looking up slightly at the person in front of her who was staring at her.
"How did you come?"
"If I don't see you with my own eyes, I won't feel at ease."
Sheng Jiaoyang lowered his head and smiled, "I'm fine, I should rest assured now."
"Don't worry." Lin Yan sighed lightly.
Huh? Sheng Jiaoyang looked up at him with some doubts in his eyes.
Lin Yan was also looking at her, her figure reflected in his eyes that seemed to be condensed from the essence of heaven and earth, so affectionate that people couldn't resist.
"What, what?" Sheng Jiaoyang suddenly felt uncomfortable.
"I don't want anything to happen to you again." He said in an almost chanting tone.
Feeling that her heart was beginning to stir again, Sheng Jiaoyang thought helplessly that she had indeed overestimated her resistance to Lin Yan. She rolled her eyes and said, "Did you hear the song I just played?"
"I heard it." He smiled slightly, and it was impossible to tell that she was deliberately changing the subject.
"So what do you think?"
“There are a few places where it would be nice to adjust the pace a bit.”
"Ah?" Sheng Jiaoyang was stunned, "Which places?"
The corners of Lin Yan's lips raised, "My guidance is very expensive, why don't you treat me to dinner first?"
Sheng Jiaoyang raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon. "Wait a minute, I'll go say hello to the teacher."
"good."
After Sheng Jiaoyang said hello, he left with Lin Yan, and of course our female bodyguard comrade was also with him.
When they arrived at a Western restaurant, Sheng Jiaoyang and Lin Yan sat at one table, while the female bodyguard sat at another table with Lin Yan's bodyguard.
"Did you come here specifically to see me?" Sheng Jiaoyang looked at Lin Yan opposite.
Lin Yan's eyes were full of tenderness, and he said: "After I told you last time, I decided not to restrain my feelings anymore. When I worry about you, when I really want to see you, and when you need me , I will appear in front of you no matter how far away you are."
thump! thump! thump!
Sheng Jiaoyang picked up the wine glass and drank to cover up her somewhat out-of-control expression.
"When will you go back?" She had to use the trick of changing the subject again.
"tonight."
Hearing his answer, Sheng Jiaoyang didn't know whether he was happy or disappointed.
Lin Yan saw her expression in his eyes and said softly: "I know you have found a new pleasure. Soon the TV series you star in will be broadcast. Because of the time difference, I can't watch it right away. Can you Can you tell me the general plot?"
Of course, Sheng Jiaoyang could not refuse his request.
When the steak came up, she happened to talk about the exciting plot. When she was almost finished, the steak in front of Lin Yan had been carefully cut into small cubes of about the same size. He stood up and put the cut steak in front of him with Sheng Jiaoyang. The steaks that were still in front of me changed places.
Sheng Jiaoyang glanced at him, picked up the fork and enjoyed his little thoughtfulness.
"Is it delicious?" Lin Yan asked.
"The steak you fry is more delicious." After saying this, Sheng Jiaoyang was stunned.
Lin Yan looked at her and said, "Your second coming-of-age ceremony is coming soon."
Sheng Jiaoyang hummed softly. The only time she ate steak cooked by Lin Yan himself was on her eighteenth birthday. The delicious taste lingering on the tip of her tongue and the feeling of being soaked in sugar water were engraved into the depths of her soul. No matter when I think of it, it remains fresh in my memory.
Memories are like endless threads, entangled one by one. The two of them were immersed in the same memory, and neither of them spoke anymore.
After the meal, Lin Yan took Sheng Jiaoyang to the piano in the restaurant and borrowed the piano from the performer who was playing.
"You play it again first." Lin Yan said.
Sheng Jiaoyang nodded and sat down in front of the piano. She looked up at Lin Yan and played the song she was going to perform at the New Year's Day party.
The performer who was standing not far away and peeked at Lin Yan was surprised. Of course she recognized the person playing the piano. In fact, she recognized the two of them as soon as they approached. There must be many people who don't recognize Xu Jiaojiao now. It should be less than what you know.
In her opinion, Xu Jiaojiao's fame is all due to scandals and scandals. After all, Xu Jiaojiao's achievements so far are just that she has participated in an international catwalk show. Of course, after some class videos were posted online, she had to admit that Xu Jiaojiao was a top student in language subjects. Unexpectedly, this top student could also play the piano well, even if she had not studied it better than her. Poor piano player.
Most people in the restaurant are paying attention, and some people have already picked up their mobile phones to secretly record videos.
After the song, Sheng Jiaoyang raised his head and looked at Lin Yan.
Lin Yan, who was standing beside her, bent over, put his hands around her and placed them on the keys. He kept close to her and showed her how to deal with a few short paragraphs.
Sheng Jiaoyang stiffened her back, and his breath infected her breathing and disturbed her heartstrings.
"Remember?" The air flow from his words brushed against her ears.
"Well… "
Lin Yan chuckled softly, and the sound, which was more textured than the sound of a piano, made people shudder to the core. "Are you distracted?" There was a bit of doting in the three short words.
Sheng Jiaoyang lowered his head, silently despising himself. He really had no self-control.
"You play, I'll take a look." Sheng Jiaoyang got out from between his arms and stood beside him and said.
Lin Yan glanced at her, sat down gracefully, and gave her a complete demonstration of what music played at everyone's level was.
Sheng Jiaoyang looked at it, but couldn't help but look at the person.
The way he played the piano seriously made her feel more beautiful than any painting in the world. His jumping fingers were like excellent works of art that people wanted to treasure. If it weren't for that family background, she felt, he would have become a great pianist.
After pressing the last note, Lin Yan turned to look at her, "Do you remember?" he asked again.
"...I think I'm hopeless." Sheng Jiaoyang opened his mouth and finally decided to give up treatment.
Lin Yan shook his head slightly, thinking it was funny. This had not changed for her. Once she was allowed to watch him play the piano, he was completely out of it.
"Can you take me to the airport?" He stood up.
"Didn't you say you would leave at night?" This sentence came out of Sheng Jiaoyang's mouth.
Lin Yan looked at her with a slight smile and asked her a little seriously: "Can't you let me go?"
Sheng Jiaoyang silently closed his mouth and did not answer his question.
Seeing that they were about to leave, the previous performer hurriedly approached and said to Lin Yan, "Are you a pianist?"
Pianist, what a delightful word. Lin Yan smiled slightly: "Unfortunately, I am just a piano lover."
"But what you just showed is as good as a pianist's."
"Thank you." Lin Yan nodded and thanked, and left the restaurant with Sheng Jiaoyang.
When he arrived at the airport, Lin Yan looked at Sheng Jiaoyang, spread his arms and said, "Can you give me a hug? Just think of it as saying goodbye to an old friend of many years."
Sheng Jiaoyang was in a complicated mood. She took a deep breath, stepped forward and hugged him gently.
"Goodbye, Brother Lin Yan."
Lin Yan held her arm tightly, then slowly released it.
"You want to see you go first." His eyes seemed to be filled with stars, sparkling and charming.
Sheng Jiaoyang nodded and turned around.
"Scorching sun." Lin Yan suddenly called her softly.
She turned to look at him again.
"Originally I didn't want to come to see you at this time, but I was really worried about you, so I couldn't help but come."
He paused and then said: "The next time he appears in front of you, he will be a brand new Lin Yan. He will cleanse all labels. He is not anyone's son, nor anyone's fiancé. He is just a pure person." Someone who likes you."
"I hope this day comes soon."
"Wait for me one more time, okay?"
As Sheng Jiaoyang sat in the car on the way back, her mind was filled with the last words Lin Yan said to her, which were played on a loop.
To her, Lin Yan is like a cream cake placed in front of a sweet tooth who is losing weight.
eat,
Still not eating,
this is a problem,
A rather tangled question.
Sheng Jiaoyang returned home confused all the way.
"Isn't it a rehearsal? Why are you back so late?" Mr. Yang asked when he saw her.
"A friend came, and I had lunch with him and then took him to the airport, so he came back a little late." Sheng Jiaoyang explained.
"It's just time for dinner. If there is anything you particularly want to eat, ask the chef to make it."
"No, I had a late lunch and I'm not hungry yet. I'm a little tired. Grandpa, I'll go back to the room and rest for a while."
Mr. Yang glanced at her and said, "Go ahead and tell her if you feel uncomfortable."
"I know!" Sheng Jiaoyang looked at Xiao An who was looking up at her, patted his head gently and said, "Xiao An, have a good meal with your great-grandfather!"
Xiao An nodded.
Sheng Jiaoyang went upstairs. She first went back to the bedroom, changed into home clothes, and then turned into the studio.
The light outside the window had dimmed. She turned on the light and searched for the portrait of Lin Yan, but she searched the entire studio and could not find the painting.
Who took her painting? !
Sheng Jiaoyang walked downstairs and asked unhappily: "Who entered my studio?"
Xiao An raised his head and looked at her, and whispered: "Dad took away a painting."
Sheng Jiaoyang's heart immediately burst into flames. She angrily returned to the bedroom, picked up her cell phone and called Shen Zhining, asking him why he wanted to take pictures of her privately.
"I took it," Shen Zhining said calmly, "Tell me who you painted in the painting I took away."
"You asked knowingly!" Sheng Jiaoyang was very unhappy.
"Okay, let's change the question. Now that you're asking me for portraits of other men, have you considered my feelings?"
Sheng Jiaoyang choked and retorted: "These are two different things."
"No, that's the same thing."
Behind the desk, the man lowered his eyes and looked at the stack of photos spread out on the table, his eyes full of gloom.