Yi Qianjin listened, then said to Ling still, "Mommy, I won't bully others. If Obuchi really doesn't want to play the piano for me, I'll think of another way to make him willing to play it for me."
Yi Qianjin vowed, as if there was a great way.
Ling still didn't feel lost in laughter. When she got to the agreed place, Ling still finally saw the little boy playing the piano.
It looks a little shorter than Xiaojin, very thin, wearing clothes that are obviously old, and a pair of cheap cotton shoes at the foot. A couple standing next to the little boy should be the child's parents. From the perspective of dress, they also look like those who live at the bottom of society.
Looking at this situation, Ling still has some doubts. After all, the piano is not a cheap thing. Even if it is an ordinary piano class, it will cost about 200 yuan after a class. If Xiaojin can play the piano well, it should be learned for a long time.
Can such a family afford long-term piano lessons? Or is it that the family has exhausted everything for the child's piano lessons?
"You didn't find the wrong one?" Ling still whispered to Yi Jinli.
Yi Jinli smiled, "do you think it's possible for me to make a mistake?"
She was dumb. Well, it seems that it's really impossible.
At this moment, Yi Qianjin has been very happy to run to the little boy. "You were playing the piano that day, weren't you? But why did you run? I won't do anything bad to you. If you didn't run that day, we would have known each other long ago."
The little boy bowed his head and looked a little nervous.
"Why do you keep your head down? My name is Yi Qianjin. Mommy said, your name is mu yuan, isn't it?" the crisp voice sounded again.
The boy named Mu yuan finally raised his head slowly, and Yi Qianjin's brilliant smile came into sight.
Such a smile made Mu yuan in a trance until his mother's voice rang out.
"Xiao Yuan, say hello to miss Yi!" yuan miao'e urged her son.
You know, what appeared in front of them today was the Shencheng Yiye couple and their daughter.
In Shencheng, many people want to curry favor with Lord Yi, but now, because the little princess of the Yi family listens to her son's playing the piano, she wants to see her son.
This is an opportunity for a family like them. If you can really curry favor with the little princess, your destiny will change. You can get rid of today's poor life!
Mu yuan stammered, "I... my name is mu yuan." in addition, there were no superfluous words.
Yuan miao'e secretly sighed that her son was dull and could not speak. She was very introverted at ordinary times. She didn't know whether such a temperament could please the little princess.
"I heard you play Liszt's chasing snow that day. I like it very much. Can you play it again for me?" Yi Qianjin looked at Mu yuan with bright eyes.
"I... I can't play well..." Mu Yuan said in a helpless way.
"No, I think you play very well. It tastes different from others." Yi Qianjin said.
Mu yuan blinked his eyes. It's different. What's that?!
He didn't understand what she meant.
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