Chapter 37

Face to face, song Ya doesn't want to cover up his inner appreciation, but tries to control it. He doesn't want his eyes to be too obsessed.

Mila and he looked at each other for a moment. Then she leaned back and pulled them away from each other. She cleared her throat and began to play the prelude. She simply omitted the part of the key that was blocked by song ya, "look inside..."

After the first section of singing, she embraces her hands, her eyes floating on the ceiling, or that pair of haughty style.

"If you don't sing, you won't sing, if you don't sing, you won't sing..." Song Ya deliberately learned her tone when she left the audition that day, "ha ha ha..." He pushed her shoulder with his hand and laughed.

"You Hum

The beautiful side face turned red in an instant, and she was embarrassed to stop over her head, and once again started a small temper.

The tip of his long hair hit song Ya in the face.

How delicious!

"Mr. Song."

Mrs. Jovovich came in from the door and looked at them helplessly. "Don't tease her. She's still a child..."

"He did it first!" Mira's voice rose, and she was about to scream again.

"Mila..." Mrs. Jovovich looked at her sternly.

"Mrs. Joyce said," no, I'm kidding. " Songya stood up and gave the piano to Mila. "The second bar, continue."

Mila obviously has a very good foundation. She plays the piano in a proper way. She has made progress in singing and audition that day. It seems that she has practiced very hard recently.

"The third section."

Song Ya is listening and pacing slowly. The classroom is very small, and the decoration is very old. There is no platform, only a small blackboard and six desks. It seems that the business of piano education here is not good. On the desk in the back row is a large travel bag with its mouth open. It seems that there are women's clothes in it. There are also boxes of Lipton tea bags, two glasses and a small desk Cassette recorder.

"Go on, don't stop, fourth bar."

After a song, "emmmm..." Song Ya touched his cheek and pondered.

Feel mother and daughter's eyes focused on their own body, "not good, still far from good." He told the truth, this is a very important song for him, girl hunting is a sideline, everything must be carried out under the premise of ensuring the quality of this song.

Mira's eyes flashed and her eyelids dropped.

"Song Aplus, you have to help us. " Mrs. Jovovich was as low as begging.

"Of course, I come to show that I really want to help you. I like Mila..." Sonya observed Mrs. Jovovich's reaction from the corner of his eye, and felt that the other side's face became a little ugly, "and this is also Daniel's request." Get it right back.

"So, Eric..."

He said to Eric, who just came in the door, "put the tape you brought in."

Mrs. Jovovich took the tape recorder and put it on the piano. Eric operated it. In the first round, the recording of song Ya's most satisfied singer began to play.

"Do you hear the difference? According to my standard, Mira couldn't pass the first round He signals to the tape recorder, pressure, pressure.

Mrs. Jovovich sat down, and Mila lowered her head, quietly fiddling with the lace of her skirt.

"Hello Don't be discouraged. I'm here! It's just the beginning

It seems that a little bit too strong, song Ya quickly cheered them up, "first of all, let's solve the problem of timbre, Mila." He began to seriously assault special training.

"No, no, you have to hold your voice and change the part of your voice..."

"No, be more careful."

"No way..."

"Still not..."

The clock on the wall moved slowly to twelve.

Sonya felt Mila's impatience. "Let's take a break, Eric. Can you get some coffee?"

"I'll go." Mrs. Jovovich walked out. "There shouldn't be any stores open nearby. Only the administrator of this building can provide it."

"I'll help you, Mrs. Jovovich." Eric follows Sonya's suggestion in his eyes.

Take them away, song Ya gets close to Mila's ear, "flower q..." He blew gently.

Mira was a little frightened. She turned her head and looked at him warily. She said word by word, "if you disturb me like this again, I will call the police. I have been in the modeling circle since I was 11 years old. Don't think I haven't seen people like you!"

Song Ya looked at her gradually red ears and laughed, "what do you think I'm doing? Pronunciation, pronunciation! Do you remember how you scolded me that day

“FXXXYOU！” Mira yelled at him, mostly to vent her anger.

"No, it's not like that. Think about it carefully."

“FXXXYOU！ I can't remember how often I swear like that. "

"It's still wrong. Hold your throat. Remember to hold your throat and follow what I taught you before...""Flower q!"

"Yes! I feel right! " Song Ya finally got the sentence of apocalypse, comfortable.

"Flower q!" Mira's coming.

"Don't be so hard, add a little final, spend Q ~"

"spend Q ~"

"put your pronunciation down."

"Flower Q ~"

"it's almost like to have the feeling of being indifferent and joking."

"Flower Q ~ flower Q ~ flower Q ~..."

"Continue, flower Q ~"

"flower..."

"Mila!" Mrs. Jovovich came back, and she looked at them in embarrassment.

"Mrs. Jovovich, it's OK. We're practicing the lyrics. This word is very important in the whole song." Song Ya explained to her.

Mila chuckled.

"Well, you know what? If it wasn't for this chance, I would never let Mila touch this kind of song... "

Mrs. Jovovich took Eric's plate and complained as she put sugar cubes in four cups.

"Is it? I heard that Mila is going to be in the group in the second half of the year to make that kind of cool film. " Song Ya stabbed her.

Mrs. Jovovich dropped the sugar out of the glass. "No You misunderstand that returning to the blue coral reef is a remake of a classic film, but the main part is on the beach. "

"She also made a movie about stealing the moon starring sherifen. Many people call that film erotic..."

"I I didn't pay attention when I signed the contract, and those pictures have nothing to do with Mira. Besides, it's an art film. It's normal for art film to have that kind of lens. In European art film... "

"Well, Mrs. Jovovich, let's not talk about it, shall we? Sorry, I'm a little angry that you just commented on my song. I wrote this song to de Klerk in South Africa to protest against the ongoing apartheid there The pressure was just right. Song Ya looked at Mrs. Jovovich, who was at a loss to explain, and then took the initiative to leave the battlefield. "Mila, let's have a drink and continue."

Mila grimaced at him.

"No!"

"It doesn't feel right. Come back!"

"Forget the meaning of the lyrics and try to sing it as an ordinary girl love song."

"Progress has been made, but not enough."

"Come again!"

The boring practice continued and the clock came to three in the morning.

"I want to rest." Mila twisted her legs and her voice was a little hoarse.

"All right."

Mira got up and walked out. Sonya took a look at Mrs. Jovovich, who was dozing on her desk. She stepped lightly and followed her.

Outside the restroom, Sonya is waiting in the dark and hears the sound of flushing. Then Mira's tall figure appears at the door.

"Pa", he hit the wall Dong, blocking the other party's way.

"I'll call the police." Mira tilted her head and pushed his arm hard.

"Are you afraid?" With such a long time together, song Ya has found out the character of the rebellious girl in front of her.

Mira raised her head and looked directly at him. Her eyes were full of stubbornness.

Every time she frowns, there is a touching neutral beauty. Song Ya looks at the bright eyes in the dark and the mouth watering red lips, a little closer.

There seems to be a kind of youth agitation around, Mila did not dodge, small flat chest ups and downs more and more.

Song Ya kisses it.

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