He Peiyuan didn't care: "Whatever."

"Are you really hungry? What should you eat first..."

He Peiyuan did not refuse completely, but followed the rogue back to the living room, watched him make two cups of tea, and went to the kitchen refrigerator to find a box of biscuits. This was regarded as afternoon tea.

The two of them sat side by side, at a distance of friends. He Peiyuan wiped her hands with a wet tissue, which reminded Yang Jingxing: "I've prepared a towel for you."

He Peiyuan almost left: "What a beautiful thought..."

Yang Jingxing, hey, handed over the biscuit box: "Have a try, how about the tribute?"

He Peiyuan reluctantly tried it, and then hummed: "It tastes better than the tribute!"

Yang Jingxing nodded repeatedly: "Then this will be the next time."

"Want to do it next time?"

Yang Jingxing had no choice but to feel so sad: "Without one more kiss, there are only two left."

This biscuit was considered a meritorious service. He Peiyuan smiled proudly and gulped down half a piece. He Peiyuan also drank tea, and the tea tasted good, because her parents both had this hobby, although the couple had different tastes. Yang Jingxing had a lot of tea, so she thought of finding an opportunity to give it to him too.

The Supreme Emperor and others paid a small tribute. He Peiyuan also disliked Yang Jingxing's use of the water dispenser to make tea. Since she liked drinking it, she went to buy a tea set.

Yang Jingxing was miserable: "I still make a tea set by myself."

He Peiyuan doesn't care: "Whether you want to buy it or not..."

After eating two biscuits and drinking half a cup of tea, He Peiyuan became anxious again: "Can I go?"

Of course not, there are no mountains and rivers yet. Trouble, He Peiyuan has to wipe her hands again and get ready, and she also asks Yang Jingxing to take good care of the instrument.

There were two stools in the piano room, and the two of them sat down facing left and right in the same way as they did that day in Studio 402. Yang Jingxing still took the guitar, and He Peiyuan reluctantly prepared the strings.

Yang Jingxing said with intention: "Yuanyuan, thank you for reconciling with me. I hope that our friendship and love will develop in a beautiful and harmonious direction, just like this unnamed love song, and become more and more beautiful."

He Peiyuan's posture was ready: "Just brag about yourself..."

Yang Jingxing: "Although I was rushed that day, I felt very good, so I will do it again."

He Peiyuan stated: "Don't blame me if you feel bad... I don't even remember it."

Yang Jingxing couldn't hold back his temper anymore: "Forget it, let's kiss and go to dinner."

He Peiyuan still chose: "Try it... hurry up!"

This time, the collaboration between the two was really better. He Peiyuan was modest. She had good notes, and her playing was more delicate than the previous times, and her cooperation with the guitar showed more freedom and tacit understanding.

Both of them are very relaxed, and they can make eye contact while plucking the strings. Moreover, it is not a simple artistic exchange. Their emotions are changeable. The girl sometimes raises her eyebrows and sometimes frowns, sometimes squints and sometimes rolls her eyes, sometimes tilts her chin and sometimes lifts her chest.

It’s rare that I can also smile...

Every note was clean and transparent. Could it be that the environment was different? The two of them performed the music differently from that day in the studio without any discussion. It was a little anxious that day, but today it is a little deeper and softer.

As a professional performer, by the second half of the song, He Peiyuan had put aside her personal grudges. She continued to have eye contact with the composer and her partner, playing and feeling the music with full emotion.

It was almost a stage effect. When the song was about to end, the two people's fingers became so solemn and gentle. During their eye contact, they seemed to be touching each other's heartstrings, and it seemed that every stroke resonated.

He Peiyuan's expression was completely artistic, cherishing and admiring every note that came out of their hands. She almost turned into a listener, looking at the pianist so intently. Yang Jingxing was the same, but a little bit more than the girl.

Tiny smile.

The last note filled the room, it seemed to be a slow and long-lasting effect, and there seemed to be many things resonating. The two partners continued to look at each other, as if the other party was the music itself, and it was intoxicating music.

Yang Jingxing relaxed his posture first and smiled more obviously.

He Peiyuan seemed to have woken up. She blinked and her gaze fell. She seemed to be recalling whether she had made any mistakes or omissions just now, and she still hadn't relaxed yet.

Yang Jingxing put down his guitar, clapped his hands twice, and then asked his partner to shake hands.

He Peiyuan cooperated and passed her hand to Yang Jingxing, still in the state of a musician. The girl's expression was really into the drama, it was really like the mutual respect and admiration between colleagues.

Yang Jingxing stood up, took He Peiyuan's string with his other hand and put it next to him, and then pulled He Peiyuan to stand up. The little musician could not refuse but followed the etiquette and stood up, and was gently pulled into the arms of the master.

The master didn't act too hooligan, he just hugged, although the hug was tight and warm. He Peiyuan raised her hand to give Yang Jingxing face, and put her palm on Yang Jingxing's back, and placed her chin on the other person's left shoulder.

The two of them hugged each other like this without any excessive actions, but the time exceeded the rules of etiquette. They had been hugging each other for more than half a minute. Fortunately, there was no audience, and the room was so quiet. Not to mention each other's breathing, they could even feel their pulse.

get.

Yang Jingxing suddenly let go of the girl, kept holding hands, and headed towards the living room: "Thank you to my good friend He Peiyuan, thank you all, thank you!"

He Peiyuan stamped her feet, threw away her hands and frowned, her eyes full of resentment.

Yang Jingxing looked at the girl: "I suddenly felt such a pity."

He Peiyuan looked at the composition and wanted to hear the details.

Yang Jingxing guessed: "Maybe the audience will never understand our feeling."

He Peiyuan blinked: "...I don't feel it."

Yang Jingxing brought up the guitar again: "Let's go."

He Peiyuan asked: "Where to go?"

"go for meal."

He Peiyuan wanted to take away her Quxian, but Yang Jingxing refused and confiscated it. He offered to exchange it for one kiss, or two kisses would be fine.

Finally the money was settled, He Peiyuan breathed a sigh of relief: "...You can keep it, good friend. I will go home after dinner, and I have to get up early tomorrow."

Yang Jingxing had a plan: "It's only the afternoon, there's still evening."

He Peiyuan refused: "Go home at night...what are you doing with the guitar?"

Yang Jingxing said: "Put it on the car, it will be useful."

I ran back and forth to Home Plaza. It was almost eight o'clock now. He Peiyuan felt really hungry. While changing her shoes, she thought of something to eat.

Yang Jingxing wanted to remember his grudge: "Didn't you say that my money is not valuable? Come with me to find something valuable."

He Peiyuan put the slippers back into the shoe cabinet and chose the empty third floor. She didn't understand at all: "What's valuable?"

Yang Jingxing said: "Remember the hardships and think of the sweets, let's go."

He Peiyuan hadn't relaxed for a while, but she became tense again: "What are you doing?"

Yang Jingxing took an empty shoe box from the upper floor: "Let's go, we'll know when we get there."
Chapter completed!