When I returned to the small building in the evening, after a heated discussion, several people unanimously decided not to be too difficult for the program group.

Therefore, the request of South Vietnam is that after the business is closed tomorrow, the program team can invite them to a big meal, and then lend them a car to go around J City for a ride.

After all, the next time they come back is the final recording. Even if they have spare time, they prefer to spend it on the task.

In this way, we can add a few more donations, which can be regarded as a perfect ending.

This requirement is not excessive, but very reasonable. It neither wastes time nor needs the help of staff, so the program team simply agreed.

They haven't set the amount yet. Obviously, they are saying that Pearl satellite TV is so rich and powerful as to eat whatever they want.

Therefore, Li Meijun immediately opened the app for restaurant comments and looked for a famous and not cheap restaurant in J city.

Seeing that she finally didn't want to play games, Ling Hao was secretly relieved and ran to the kitchen to help Nanyue prepare fruit after dinner.

Seeing that he was scrambling to do everything, Nanyue simply gave him the kitchen and brought a plate of cut Hami melon out.

In the living room, Li Meijun is still watching the app and chatting on wechat. She wants to ask some relatives and friends who have been to J city to see what they can eat and see in one night.

Sheng Jingheng was on the other side, inserted the electronic organ and played a few notes at will.

Nanyue inserted a Hami melon, fed Li Meijun who didn't care about others, and turned to Sheng Jingheng.

"Miss Sheng, do you want to eat?"

Sheng Jingheng shook his head slightly, played a few keys again, and confirmed that the piano sound was normal, so he raised his eyes and looked at South Vietnam before he had time to go away.

"Want to try?"

"Ah?" Nanyue was stunned. He stopped chewing, and then swallowed the Hami melon in his mouth before he said, "I only know a little."

If you have an electronic organ, you have taught some music lessons in the art school.

When Nanyue watched the grand scene honing, he consciously retrieved his physical memory. At the very least, he recognized what tone each key could emit.

"Come here." Sheng Jingheng stepped aside and motioned her to come.

Nanyue put down the plate of Hami melon in his hand, drew a paper towel to dry his hands, and then walked around.

After standing still, he found that shengjingheng was very close to her and didn't seem to plan to retreat to the side.

"I played it last night, remember?" As he spoke, he casually played a short melody.

In the blink of an eye, South Vietnam recognized that this was the unknown melody she played with ukri in her room last night.

"Remember," Nan Yue raised his hands and put them on the keys. "Don't laugh at me if it's bad."

Sheng Jingheng smiled in a low voice: "no, I will only correct you."

It doesn't seem to make any difference.

Nanyue was helpless to look at him, and just ran into him with a faint smile, wrapped in thick ink with some gentle eyes.

Looking so close, it seems enough to count the number of his thick eyelashes.

"Don't just look at me, concentrate."

Sheng Jingheng said this, but his eyes were still focused on her, but his hand played the keys, the rhythm slowed down, as if he wanted to lead her to keep up.

Hearing the sound of the piano, Nanyue suddenly staggered his sight, looked down at the keys, found the right position and followed his steps.

Each of them stood on one side, playing the keys with only one hand, but it was not like the first time.

After South Vietnam finished playing the paragraph he thought of last night, he unconsciously continued to play.

Sheng Jingheng gave a little meal and soon followed, as if he had the same brand-new melody as her in his mind.

This movement attracted Li Meijun and Ling Hao in the kitchen to look at them.

But they see that they have isolated all the outside world, and only the rhythm they are playing in their eyes and ears.