C445 A song for mommy

Yan Luoluo's eyes lit up upon hearing Yan Qingfan's words. How long had he been learning how to play the piano?

In addition to her surprise, Yan Luoluo felt even more gratified in his heart. She hadn't been able to give Yan Qingfan a complete family during the past four years, nor had she been able to give him a generous environment these last few words of Yan Qingfan's. But he was actually still grateful in his heart, and couldn't help but feel his nose sour.

Even with Mu Beihan accompanying him at his side, Yan Luoluo still felt guilty about hiding the truth from him.

"Fanfan, you're really too sensible. Since you want to play it for me, I will listen to it properly before returning home."

With that, Yan Luoluo walked over to Yan Qingfan's side and sat on the teacher's chair, looking at him in anticipation. This was the first time Yan Qingfan played music for Yan Luoluo, so he was unavoidably nervous.

Sensing Yan Qingfan's anxiety, Yan Luoluo reached out and gently held Yan Qingfan's small hand, and gently said. "Don't be nervous, it's just like usual when you're practicing.

Hearing Yan Luoluo's encouragement, Yan Qingfan's mood calmed down a lot. Her little finger played around on the zither keys, causing the melodious zither music to echo in the classroom. Other than handling the music inappropriately in some areas, adding the fact that there were one or two wrong sounds from her nervousness, the entire song was already very good.

Putting aside the technical flaws, Yan Qingfan's tune contained a dense amount of emotions. Every time the zither keys rose and fell, Yan Luoluo's heart would jump along with it, and it was as if the words Yan Qingfan was about to say to himself were passed into Yan Luoluo's heart through the zither.

After the song was finished, Yan Qingfan heaved a sigh of relief, and nervously looked at Yan Luoluo, not knowing how well she had played. He only saw that Yan Luoluo had closed his eyes, and there were tears of interest in the corner of his eyes.

"Mommy, how's my playing going? "Isn't that a bit bad …"

Yan Luoluo's voice became softer and softer, thinking that it was because she was talking too poorly, that was why she did not say anything. Yan Luoluo did not expect it to be Yan Luoluo who carried him in her arms and said contentedly: "Fanfan has grown up, and has only learned how to play for such a short period of time. As long as you practice hard, you will soon play even more beautiful songs."

Hearing Yan Luoluo's words, Yan Luoluo instantly felt at ease, as long as her efforts during this period of time weren't wasted.

"Thank you Mommy for your praise. I will continue to work hard in the future."

Yan Qingfan hugged him for a while before reluctantly letting go. After calming himself down, he caressed his face and said: "Alright, now that the tune has finished playing, let's go home."

Hearing Yan Luoluo's words, Yan Qingfan jumped down from his chair and prepared to pack up. However, the door to the classroom had already been opened, and there was an additional person without him knowing.

"Teacher Ouyang! Why haven't you gotten off work yet? "

The Teacher Ouyang walked over, and Yan Luoluo saw a man sitting on a chair by the door. She remembered that the teacher who taught Yan Qingfan was surnamed Ouyang, and it seemed like this was Yan Qingfan's music teacher.

Even though Yan Luoluo sent him to school, she had never seen his teacher. Every time, she would come here to pick him up with a classroom assistant, and it was the same for her when she first entered the academy. This was her first time seeing a piano teacher.

He saw Ouyang Cheng in a white casual suit, neat and handsome with short hair, and a pair of golden eyes on his face. At a glance, he gave off a very comfortable feeling, as warm as jade.