Boss, she's acting as a good girl again

Chapter 300 Definitely Happiness

Ning Miao is not a person who has a lot of desire to share, nor can she experience the joy of sharing. If she wants to say something, she will only tell others useful information.

But at this moment, the snow is vast, and people are like dust. Standing in front of the window, her thoughts have actually merged with the snow outside the window, and she can go home with the wind at any time.

She could feel the life of those ice crystals, though they were silent.

She knows that other people cannot see or hear these things, only she can see this colorful world.

But she wanted Qin Chan to know her world, and she wondered if he wanted to know it.

Then she heard Qin Chan asking through the receiver, "What kind of music?"

Ning Miao raised her lips happily, and said sweetly, "Do you want to hear it? I can play it."

"Okay." Qin Chan said.

restaurant.

Qin Chan gave Qin Han who followed him a look. Qin Han understood, quickly took out the tablet he carried with him, called out the writing board, and handed over the pen.

Qin Chan held the mobile phone in one hand, and took the pen in the other hand to write a few words on the tablet: Clear the venue on the first floor and borrow the piano.

There is a grand piano on the first floor of this restaurant, and professional pianists are usually invited to play music anytime and anywhere.

Qin Han glanced at the instructions on the writing board, and hurriedly went to do it himself.

And Ning Miao, who was far away in the Jinyuan of the Imperial Capital, heard Qin Chan's words, stepped barefoot on the soft and fine plush carpet, and ran to the living room.

There is also heating in the living room, and it is not cold to step on the wooden floor.

There was a grand piano in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, which belonged to this house, and Ning Miao didn't ask anyone to move it away.

She sat on the velvet piano stool, opened the piano cover, and asked again into the headset: "Will it not affect your affairs?"

"No, it's just some irrelevant dinners." Qin Chan said as he walked towards the elevator.

"Okay, I'm already in front of the piano." Ning Miao lightly placed her fingers on the black and white keys, and the keys made her slender pink fingertips even whiter.

She can play the piano, always has.

When she was a child, she learned piano with Ning Yu.

Ning Yu worked very hard and worked very hard. Even after the piano teacher left, she would sit in the piano room and practice for a long time, until she had mastered and practiced the homework assigned by the teacher, in order to get the teacher's praise.

When the teacher sees Ning Yu's excellence, the Ning family will know Ning Yu's excellence, and they will pay more attention to Ning Yu.

Ning Miao didn't care about these things at that time.

It should be said that in her eyes, the matter of playing the piano itself is just a very simple matter.

As long as she studies hard, she can learn the tenth grade in a short time and go to the professional level.

But she does not have this pursuit, she prefers to experience other pleasures in music.

After all, the world in Ning Miao's eyes is different from that of others. No one can understand it. In her eyes, musical notes have colors, warmth, shapes, and pictures. They are cheerful and colorful, telling her a lot of information.

She likes to use the way of playing the piano to deduce other things, but in the eyes of others, she is just playing the piano indiscriminately.

At that time, Ning Yu would deliberately let Mrs. Ning see her playing the piano indiscriminately.

Ning Miao knew, but didn't care.

After all, what's the use of playing well, and what can be changed, she never cares about other people's eyes, unless she needs to use other people's attitudes to do something.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, there is snow outside the window at night.

A light strip in the living room softens everything.

The floor heating runs silently, very warm.

Ning Miao made a sound and improvised a ensemble, and the melodious and ethereal sound poured out from her fingertips, flowing quietly in this empty living room.

Thousands of miles away, Qin Chan put on a Bluetooth headset and listened quietly.

Very new style, ethereal and boundless, it sounds like a drop in the ocean, as small as a drop in the ocean, like following a grain of snow across the vast world, and going away with the wind at any time.

In the coldness, there is a glimmer of earnest hope.

Qin Chan can hear the happiness in the world.

He narrowed his dark eyes slightly and quickened his pace.

At this time, the lobby on the first floor had been cleared, there were no other idlers waiting, and the piano was ready. Qin Chan raised his long legs, walked to the piano and sat down.

On the phone, Ning Miao continued to play.

This is an extremely beautiful piece of music, and it will amaze countless people if it is released to the world.

But this is just a song she made on a whim. She doesn't make a living on it, it's just to please herself, and today it's just for sharing.

I don't want everyone to know what I want, I just want Qin Chan to listen to him, want to know his thoughts, and want to share my world.

If Qin Chan gives a positive evaluation, she will be very happy.

She didn't know if it was liking or love.

After Ning Miao finished the song, she heard the silence on Qin Chan's side, and could only hear some faint sounds, which were the wind echoing in the empty hall, and there seemed to be a faint smell of food.

"Ok?"

Ning Miao didn't hear Qin Chan's words, so she squeaked.

Followed by.

She heard the familiar piano sound coming from the headset.

That was the tune she had just played.

Qin Chan only listened to it once, and played it exactly.

With a very mature technique of playing the piano, not a low attainment, more emotions are shown in the sound of the piano, Qin Chan is like a person who has gone through thousands of sails and then looks back at dusk, he is always there, holding Ning Miao's hand to move forward.

Ning Miao smiled lightly, very happily.

She said seriously, "Thank you, Mr. Qin."

She raised her hand to touch her eyes, she didn't know why there were tears, obviously she was a person who never cried.

But this at least shows that Qin Chan is different to her after all.

Qin Chan continued to play, his slender and well-articulated fingertips slid across the black and white keys, like the communication between works of art.

"Needless to say thank you."

"But I am very happy, I... I don't know if this kind of emotion is called happiness, but I have never experienced it." Ning Miao said softly.

She said everything and didn't hide anything.

Qin Chan patiently explained to her: "You like this kind of life very much, you feel happy and meaningful, that is happiness."

Hearing this, Ning Miao curved her lips into a smile, and said, "We will be happy."

Most definitely.

She doesn't have to think about those vain and meaningless things, she doesn't have to think about whether she is good or bad, just like this, she can still live a good life, right?

Happiness alone is enough to make people look forward to tomorrow.

This phone call resolved all of Ning Miao's current confusions. More precisely, it was Qin Chan's silent enlightenment that made her no longer confused.

Early the next morning, Ning Miao was about to go to the office building of the Brain Power Association to continue training. When she got downstairs, she saw a black car parked downstairs. Qin Han stood at the door of the car, standing straight in the cold wind, as if waiting for a while.

Ning Miao was startled, and walked over: "Qin Han?"

"Ma'am, my master is waiting for you in the car."

Qin Han took two steps forward, and respectfully opened the rear door for her.

(End of this chapter)