"Then this Xue Xiaolu..."

"It depends on what she thinks."

"Okay. Let's just say, I'll let someone do it here. See you in the evening?"

"Well, see you tonight."

Dudu.

The phone hangs up.

Looking at the cigarette butt that had burned out after just a few puffs, he lit another one for himself.

He raised his head and drank half of the bottle of mineral water contained in the creaking nest.

Then I started thinking about Tang Wei.

Actually, it’s okay if I don’t think about it.

After thinking about it, I found that it would make sense if I "accepted" her. As long as she doesn't do those twists and turns in the future...

But when I turned around and thought, since she was from Xiying Studio, she wouldn't be able to take off her clothes if anyone wanted her to.

Even if Li Yu comes to find her again, this face...

I won’t give it to myself either.

Thinking of this, he took a puff of cigarette.

The smoke puffed out, and he breathed a long sigh of relief and stood up again.

Fine.

girl.

I accept your certificate of submission.

From now on, take my name on your back and continue to roam the ocean.

From today on, you are my beard-bearing territory!

Gu la la la la~

…

6pm.

Traffic jams have begun in the Evernight City.

Because it is an open-air opening ceremony, tourists basically start to gather here at this point.

The traffic police had already pulled up the line early and started to maintain order.

Xu Xin got into Lang Lang's RV to take some time off.

Gong Xinliang still didn't show up in the RV, and he didn't ask if the two of them had reconciled. As soon as he lay down on the bed, he started yawning again and again.

The "haha" sound even disturbed Lang Lang who was warming up to play the piano.

"If you're sleepy, just take a nap, okay? Do you know how uncomfortable it is for people to yawn one after another?"

"I can't sleep. What should I do when I go home at night?"

Xu Xin, whose eyes were full of tears, yawned again as he spoke.

I just had a work meal, plus being in an air-conditioned room on this hot day, and having a comfortable bed...the three elements for a nap are complete.

He can only continue to fight the Sandman.

Seeing this, Lang Lang felt a little helpless and thought to himself, do whatever you want.

Then I used the warm-up piano in the car and planned to continue to brew my emotions.

Don't look at him being carefree and carefree in front of his friends. In fact, in terms of performance, his requirements are even higher than Jay Chou.

To put it simply, a piano melody is a combination of notes.

Why is it that someone is just a hobbyist, but he is an artist?

According to his own words, he knows how to express emotions.

The mood of the song, the composer's mood, the performer's mood, and even what mood he is in today will all be concentrated in this section of melody.

Xu Xin naturally didn't understand.

People who play music are so heartbroken that ordinary people like them can't tell the difference.

But Lang Lang definitely has requirements for himself.

Tonight he played two pieces of ten-minute pieces with the symphony orchestra. Although he has performed this kind of performance hundreds of times, he still did not neglect it at all.

Little by little, I accumulated the understanding of the music score in my heart.

until……

"Jingle Bell……"

The noisy ringing of the phone once again interrupted his thoughts.

"..."

The piano artist was speechless.

Who the hell doesn’t know that my favorite thing before a performance is to be by myself, to adjust my body and mind to a "transparent" state...

When other people fart, they want to be silenced.

Good for you.

The ringing tone of your phone is so jarring.

"crooked!"

Ignoring those two bull-eyes, Xu Xin answered the phone openly.

As if it wasn't enough, I turned on the speakerphone again, and then pressed the volume buttons frantically.

Wang Sicong’s voice rang out:

"Lao Xu, where are you?"

"Help Lao Lang cultivate his emotions."

After Xu Xin said this, Lang Lang felt his hands itching.

It's not the numbness and itch of tenosynovitis, but the urge to beat up this bastard.

"Oh~ OK, wait for me, I'll go over, and we can raise her together. I just have something to talk to you about."

"Come on, it's in his RV backstage."

"Okay, wait for me, I'll be there soon."

The two of them were talking as if there was no one around, and Lang Lang had a look of despair on his face.

It's over.

Serving a father is not enough.

How the hell could it be better for two live dads to get together?

Hey, what song do I want to play? ... Where is the music score? No, I have to find it quickly.

It would be really embarrassing if you forget the score after a while.

"Can we discuss something?"

"What?"

Xu Xin, who was leaning on the pillow with his legs crossed like an old man, snorted while looking at his phone.

Then the "ding dong ding dong" sound of Weibo refreshing sounded in the vacant room.

"..."

Lang Lang twitched the corner of his mouth and said:

"Can you two go away?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Okay, you tell him later, I don't care. If he gets out, I will get out immediately."

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"What? Why do you want us to get out?... Please give me some space."

Wang Sicong, who had just found the RV and opened the door to get out of the car, heard the man who opened the door said, "Get out of here." He was so used to it that he didn't take it seriously. While asking, he squeezed past him and got into the RV.

Then he sat on the piano bench, opened the refrigerator door next to him, and took out a can of Coke from inside.

"Chi~"

"Tons, tons, tons, tons."

"Hiccup~~~~~~~Hey, I feel much better."

He belched out, and Lang Lang was almost stunned:

"Why the hell did you eat garlic!?"

"ah!"

Wang Sicong, who was swinging there with his legs crossed and holding half a can of Coke, nodded:
To be continued...