Master Rong gave kisses day and night, but the little ancestor drew her sword

The two arms were tightly intertwined, Rong Zhixing was a little uncomfortable, and wanted to pull them out calmly, but failed.

When he got to the piano, Jiang Xiao didn't plan to sit down yet, but raised his head to meet Rong Zhixing's gaze, which made him panic, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xiao pressed him on the seat, "I haven't heard you play a complete piece of music for a long time, can you help me play the piece I'm going to play tomorrow, to get acquainted with the feeling."

Rong Zhixing was taken aback for a moment, "Wouldn't it be better if you came by yourself?"

"But everyone talks about it differently. There may be someone who chooses the same competition repertoire as me. What if I don't play as well as others? So I want to hear what other people play." Jiang Xiao I have already memorized the melody of the melody by heart, even if I have muscle memory, I can finish it with my eyes closed when I raise my hand.

She was just looking for a reason to get along with Rong Zhixing properly, to improve the relationship, and to create more opportunities for her to take the initiative later.

It's just that Rong Zhixing didn't know what she was thinking, "But I'm not very proficient at playing, after all, I haven't talked about this kind of professional repertoire for many years."

Rong Zhixing is just an amateur, and everything about this hobby originated from Jiang Xiao.

"Oh, don't talk so much nonsense, hurry up!" Jiang Xiao felt that he was a long-winded old woman at this moment, and hurriedly stopped him.

It was only then that Rong Zhixing felt that something was wrong, Jiang Xiao was extraordinarily strict with him tonight, he didn't even have the sense of alienation he had before, if he returned to the feeling he had before, it wasn't that bad, he was even more presumptuous than before.

"You can't define it like this. Everyone has different feelings about the understanding of the piece. The performer gives the piece a second life and makes it have an extra layer of meaning. You just need to be yourself and keep your original It’s fine with the style of music, you don’t have to compare with anyone, because you are the best.”

Jiang Xiao felt that Rong Zhixing sitting in front of the piano at this moment was very emotional, his body was no longer the familiar air-conditioning, but a warm light surrounded by warmth, with a hint of love in it.

This was originally a very brisk song, but under Rong Zhixing's fingertips, it became much more powerful, as if he was telling something heavily, so that in the second half, it was more like a low song. Confiding and venting is the love that has no way out in my heart.

"I've practiced for so many years, but I haven't played your style. It seems that I have been practicing for nothing all these years." Jiang Xiao sighed again and again.

There was still a distance between the two of them, but Jiang Xiao suddenly rushed forward, reducing the distance to zero.

Rong Zhixing's words directly hit Jiang Xiao's psychology. No one has ever said these words to her for so many years.

Not surprisingly, Jiang Xiao cast a rather admiring gaze at him, and this gaze already recognized him.

Rong Zhixing got up and walked in front of her, put his hands on her shoulders, and looked at her firmly, "You have to remember that you are Jiang Xiao first, and then you will be other identities."

She was sure that she didn't want to see Rong Zhixing living with other women, so she wanted to create a future for herself.

This scene made her unable to move her eyes away, so she accidentally took out her mobile phone to take a picture of this scene.

"Okay, but if you don't play well, you can't laugh at me." Rong Zhixing was extraordinarily indulgent about everything about Jiang Xiao.

She suddenly remembered that when she was in high school, she couldn't hold on for a while, and occasionally secretly called Rong Zhixing in the middle of the night. It should be when he was the busiest, but he still took time to accompany him Helping himself to enlighten, silently supporting.

Rong Zhixing's body was stiff almost at that moment, and he didn't even realize what happened. After a few seconds of brain searching, another temperature that didn't belong to him suddenly came from his body, and he finally understood what was going on. .

"Is it best to be yourself?"

Jiang Xiao nodded, then sat on the empty bookshelf beside her, leaned on it and listened to the familiar melody resounding throughout the room.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiao couldn't help but feel a little sour in her heart. He has accompanied her here for so many years. Although he is not by her side, he permeates her life all the time.

Jiang Xiao looked at him with such gentle and firm eyes, it seemed that he was always encouraging himself on the way forward.

Her first piano teacher only said that if she wanted to become a person like Beethoven or Mozart, she would have to put in thousands of times more effort than ordinary people. Everyone told her to chase after the pioneers in the industry, but no one asked her to be herself.

Like hug him!

I thought to myself, if only I could keep hugging like this.

But just like Ning Nuan said, boys don't have to be the first to take the initiative in terms of feelings. If she doesn't take the initiative, she will regret it in the end.

But that's fine, it's within the range he can accept, if it changes back to the previous sense of alienation, he doesn't know what to do.

If it was before today, she might be timid and even have a lot of scruples.

For so many years, Jiang Xiao can be said to be extremely confident in composing music and playing the piano, but only she knows that what she has pursued for so many years has always made her feel very empty. She doesn't know where her end point is. I don't know what the final pursuit is, but I just keep repeating what I like to do day after day, thinking that this is the life I should have.

After the song was over, Rong Zhixing subconsciously looked for Jiang Xiao's gaze, as if expecting her affirmation.

When this idea arose, Jiang Xiao did not disappoint her wish.

If I had known it would make her sad, I wouldn't have said so much, and I made many mistakes. It seems that the experience and lessons summed up by the predecessors are all useful.

Jiang Xiao buried her head in his arms and shook, greedily sniffing the reassuring smell of pine wood on him.

But no, at least not right now.

He thought he said something that made Jiang Xiao sad, and gently patted her on the back, "What's wrong, don't be sad, I was wrong."

She needs to have a gradual process, lest the consciousness is too enthusiastic, scaring people away will not be worth the candle.

After the lust was over, she regained her senses, she walked calmly into her arms and raised her head, and took a step back to put distance between the two of them.

The warmth just now dissipated instantly, and Rong Zhixing felt a sense of emptiness for a moment.

Jiang Xiao raised a refreshing smile, "Thank you for telling me so much, I will remember it!"

At this moment, Rong Zhixing noticed that the relationship between the two of them had returned to the closeness before, but something was different.