After dressing up as a wealthy and pitiful little man, I hold the Shuangwen script in my hand

Chapter 161 An Ziyu's Performance
He was the bum that day.

At this time, the homeless man limped up to An Zixuan.

The T-shirt he was wearing was torn and had a few holes.

Fortunately, however, it has been cleaned up.

The homeless man was a little shy, "I came in to thank you for your qin."

An Ziyu looked at the piano, the market price should be around 1500.

She gave the proprietress 1000 at that time, and the subsequent money should also belong to the proprietress herself.

Sure enough, there are many kind-hearted people in this world.

An Ziyu, "It's fine."

The homeless man paused, then asked again, "Also, I'm here this time to ask... I want to ask Ms. An, do you...do you still want a teacher? If you don't mind, I will be your teacher and your friend's teacher."

Wen Zeyu's eyes lit up, "You teach us the piano? Okay, thank you!!"

In fact, Wen Zeyu also wants to play the piano well.

However, Pei Sheng was not willing to teach him.

There is no other reason, Wen Zeyu is poor, and he is a friend of the "illegitimate daughter" An Ziyu.

Because she hated Wen Zeyu so much, Pei Sheng didn't want to teach at all except to satirize Wen Zeyu every time in class.

……

Evening practice room.

no one.

The homeless man, namely Du Huai, started his first class.

He spoke very carefully and seriously.

Wen Zeyu felt that except for appearance, Du Huai was worse than Pei Sheng, and the rest was much better than Pei Sheng.

After he said it once, Wen Zeyu understood.

Under Du Huai's guidance, Wen Zeyu understood immediately.

During the break, Du Huai turned to look at An Zixuan.

Now that she was holding her head, Du Huai thought she was reading a book.

As a result, when he walked over, he found that An Zizhen was looking at a comic book Doraemon left by Gu Yuanyuan.

Du Huai was speechless, "Cough, Miss An."

An Ziyu came back to his senses and glanced at Du Huai, "get out of class is over? Then I'll go eat some candy first."

Du Huai was embarrassed, "Can I ask you to play a piece of music, I haven't seen you play the piano, so I don't know your situation."

Wen Zeyu echoed, "No, I've never heard her play."

An Zizhen glanced at him, "Wen Zeyu, go out and buy me a bottle of water."

Wen Zeyu, "..."

Some aggrieved.

But Wen Zeyu still walked out.

But before he went far, he circled back and eavesdropped at the door.

How bad is An Ziyu's piano sound that he is not allowed to listen to it? ?
……

In classrooms.

An Ziyu opened the cover of the piano, "Mr. Du, I don't play very well, I hope you are mentally prepared."

Du Huai nodded.

His mental preparation was that An Zizhen played worse than Wen Zeyu.

After all, during class just now, An Ziyu was distracted reading comics the whole time.

Not listening at all.

Under the evening light, An Ziyu's slender and fair fingers landed on the keys.

The black and white keys were lightly pressed, and a smooth and perfect melody slanted from An Ziyu's fingertips.

Du Huai sat there listening to An Zihong's music.

A little intoxicated, quite smooth, every note is controlled just right.

Gradually, Du Huai sank into an inexplicable sadness.

He seemed to see himself helpless and in pain, struggling sadly in the infinite pain.

Wanting to climb out but unable, he watched helplessly as his father died and his mother was crushed under the wheel.

He screamed helplessly, trying to help but there was nothing he could do.

His sister's farewell eyes were like a vortex from hell, tempting him to jump into it.

　An Ziyu's former master: I said that the magic sound that surrounds the ear is not the kind of unpleasant magic sound, but the life-threatening magic sound that surrounds the ear.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)