Chapter 182

The sound of the piano is light and melodious. People in front of and behind the stage are watching the blazing sun of playing the piano on the stage. No one notices that someone is walking into the auditorium and stopping to listen.

After a song, Sheng Jiaoyang stood up in the applause of everyone, and gave an end ceremony to the people under the stage. Her eyes inadvertently saw the people standing in the aisle of the audience, and couldn't help but be stunned.

She walked straight down the stairs, stopped two steps apart, and looked up slightly at the people staring at her.

"You What's the matter? "

"I'm not sure if I don't see you with my own eyes."

Sheng Jiaoyang bowed his head and smiled, "I don't have anything. I should be relieved now."

"Don't worry." Lin Yan sighed.

Eh? Sheng Jiaoyang looks up at him with some doubts in his eyes.

Lin Yan is unable to resist sustain the blows of her eyes, as she looks at her eyes as if she is the essence of the collection of heaven and earth.

"What, what?" The sun suddenly got a little uncomfortable.

"I don't want you to happen again." He said in an almost aria voice.

Feeling that her heart began to stir again, Sheng Jiaoyang thought helplessly that she really overestimated her resistance to Lin Yan. She turned her eyes and said, "did you hear the song I just played?"

"Yes." He smiled and could not see that she was deliberately changing the subject.

"What do you think?"

"It's better to adjust the rhythm in a few places."

"Ah?" Sheng Jiaoyang was stunned. "How many places?"

Lin Yan said, "my guidance is very expensive. Don't you invite me to dinner first?"

Sheng Jiaoyang raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon. "Wait, I'll go and say hello to the teacher."

"Good."

Sheng Jiaoyang said hello and left with Lin Yan. Of course, there were our female bodyguard comrades with him.

At a western restaurant, Sheng Jiaoyang and Lin Yan sat at one table, while the female bodyguard and Lin Yan's bodyguard sat at another table.

"You came to see me on a special trip?" Sheng Jiaoyang looks at Lin Yan in the opposite direction.

Lin Yan's eyes and eyebrows are all gentle. He said, "I decided not to restrain my feelings after I told you last time. When I'm worried about you, when I want to see you very much, and when you need me, I will appear in front of you no matter how far away I am. "

Plop! Plop! Plop!

Sheng Jiaoyang took up her glass and used it to cover up her out of control expression.

"When are you going back?" She had to use the switch again.

"Tonight."

Hearing his answer, Sheng Jiaoyang didn't know whether he was lucky or lost.

Seeing her expression in her eyes, Lin Yan said softly, "I know you have found a new pleasure. Soon the TV play you starred in will be on air. Because of the time difference, I can't watch it at the first time. Can you introduce the general plot to me?"

Of course, Sheng Jiaoyang can't refuse his request.

When the steak came up, she just talked about the wonderful plot. When she had said something about it, the steak in front of Lin Yan had been carefully cut into small cubes of the same size by him. He got up and exchanged the cut steak in front with the one in front of Sheng Jiaoyang.

Sheng Jiaoyang takes a look at him, picks up his fork and enjoys his little intimacy.

"Is it delicious?" Asked Lin Yan.

"Your steak is better." With that, Sheng Jiaoyang was stunned.

Lin Yan looked at her and said, "your second initiation is coming."

Sheng Jiaoyang makes a soft sound. The only time she has eaten the steak cooked by Lin Yan is on her 18th birthday. The lingering delicacy on the tip of her tongue, together with the feeling of soaking in sugar water, has been engraved into her soul. Whenever she thinks of it, she will remember it vividly.

Memories are like endless threads, twining one by one. Two people immersed in the same memory, no one spoke again.

After the meal, Lin Yan took Sheng Jiaoyang to the piano in the restaurant and borrowed the piano from the player who was playing.

"Play it first." Said Lin Yan.

Sheng Xiaoyang nodded and sat down in front of the piano. She looked up at Lin Yan and played the music she was going to perform at the new year's party.

Standing not far away, the performer who peeped at Lin Yan was surprised. Of course, she recognized the person who was playing the piano. In fact, as soon as the two of them were close to her, the number of people who did not know Xu Jiaojiao should be less than that who knew her.

In her opinion, Xu Jiaojiao's success depends on this scandal and black material. After all, what Xu Jiaojiao's achievement can see now is that she has gone through an international t-show. Of course, after some class videos were posted on the Internet, she also had to admit that Xu Jiaojiao was a master of learning in the language discipline. Unexpectedly, this master of learning also played a good piano, which was no worse than her professional piano learner.

Most of the people in the restaurant are paying attention here, and some have picked up their mobile phones to secretly record videos.After a song, Sheng Jiaoyang looks up at Lin Yan.

Lin Yan, standing on her side, bends over and places her hands around the piano keys, so as to keep a close distance with her and show her a few short handling techniques.

Sheng Jiaoyang straightens her back, his breath infects her breath and disturbs her heartstrings.

"Remember?" The air that he brought out as he spoke brushed her ears.

"Er..."

Lin Yan chuckled. It was more textured than the piano sound. It made people feel like "distracted." The short three words are a little spoiled.

Sheng Jiaoyang bowed his head, silently spitting at himself in his heart. He really had no self-control.

"You play, I'll see." Sheng Jiaoyang came out of his arms and stood beside him.

Lin Yan took a look at her and sat down gracefully. After that, he demonstrated to her what it means to play music at all levels.

Sheng Jiaoyang watched and couldn't help but watch people go.

The way he played the piano music seriously made her feel better than any other painting in the world. His ten fingers jumping like a wonderful artwork made people want to collect. If it wasn't for that, she thought, he would be a great pianist.

When the last note was pressed, Lin Yan turned to look at her. "Do you remember?" He asked again.

“…… I don't think I have a cure for it. " Sheng Jiaoyang opens his mouth and finally decides to give up treatment.

Lin Yan shakes her head slightly and thinks it's funny. She hasn't changed that. Once she lets her watch him play the piano, she's completely out of shape.

"Can you take me to the airport?" He stood up.

"Didn't you say you left at night?" This sentence blurted out from Sheng Jiaoyang's mouth.

Lin Yan looked at her with a smile, and asked her a little bit seriously, "don't you want me?"

Sheng Jiaoyang closed his mouth in silence and didn't answer his question.

Seeing that they were leaving, the performer hurriedly approached and said to Lin Yan, "are you a pianist?"

Pianist, it's such a pleasant word. Lin Yan smiled: "I'm sorry, I'm just a piano lover."

"But the hand you just showed is comparable to that of a pianist."

"Thank you." Lin Yan nodded his thanks and left the restaurant with Sheng Jiaoyang.

When he arrived at the airport, Lin Yan looked at Sheng Jiaoyang, spread out his arms and said, "can you give me a hug? Let's see off our old friends for many years. "

Sheng Jiaoyang was in a complicated mood, so she took a deep breath and held him gently.

"Goodbye, brother Lin Yan."

Lin Yan holds her arm tightly, and then slowly releases it.

"You want to see you go first." His eyes were as sparkling and charming as stars.

Sheng Jiaoyang nods and turns.

"The sun." Lin Yan suddenly called out to her in a low voice.

She turned to see him again.

"I didn't want to see you at this time, but I can't help worrying about you."

He paused and then said, "next time you see Lin Yan, he will clean all the labels. He is not his son or fiance. He is just a person who just likes you."

"I hope this day will come soon."

"Wait for me again, will you?"

Sheng Jiaoyang is sitting in the car on the way back, and his mind is full of the last words Lin Yan said to her, which are played in a circle.

For her, Lin Yan is like a cream cake in front of a sweetheart who is losing weight.

Whether to eat,

or not,

this is a problem,

this is a rather complicated problem.

Sheng Jiaoyang went home in such a tangled way.

"Isn't it rehearsal? Why did you come back so late?" Old Yang saw her and asked.

"A friend came. I accompanied him to the airport after lunch, so I came back late." Sheng explained.

"It's time for dinner. Do you have any special dishes you want to eat? Ask the chef to make them."

"No, I ate late at noon. I'm not hungry now. I'm a little tired. Grandpa, I'll go back to my room and have a rest."

Old Yang looked at her for a few eyes. "Go ahead, and say if you feel uncomfortable."

"I see!" Sheng Jiaoyang looked up at xiao'an and patted him on the head, saying, "xiao'an, have a good meal with my great grandfather!"

Ann nodded.

Sheng Jiaoyang went upstairs. She first went back to her bedroom, changed into her home clothes, and then turned into the studio.

The light outside the window was dim. She turned on the light and looked for the picture of Lin Yan, but she couldn't find it in the whole studio.

Who took her painting?!

Sheng Jiaoyang went downstairs and asked unhappily, "who has entered my studio?"Xiao'an looked up at her and said in a small voice, "Dad took a picture."

Sheng Xiaoyang immediately burst into a fire in her heart. She rushed back to her bedroom, picked up her mobile phone and called Shen Zhining. She immediately asked why he wanted to automate her painting.

"I did," Shen said quietly. "You tell me who you painted on the paintings I took away."

"You know why!" The sun is very unpleasant.

"Well, to change the question, have you thought about my feelings when you ask me for a portrait of another man?"

Sheng Jiaoyang choked and retorted, "this is different."

"No, it's one thing."

Behind the desk, the man looked down at a stack of photos on the top of the desk, and his eyes were full of haze.