beauty winner

After four o'clock in the afternoon, He Peiyuan called again to ask her boyfriend if he could finish his work. Feifei and the others were going to eat small yellow croaker stewed tofu and scallion chicken after work, which made her drool, so I suggested that the stinky rascal should go to work more and then find two casually. The beauty will have dinner with her before teaching elementary school students. She wants to have a happy dinner with her sisters and then return to her long-lost home.

Does Director Yang need to beg anyone?Okay, you, He Peiyuan, go and take your things home after get off work, hum.

After five o'clock, Yang Jingxing called his girlfriend again to yell: "Don't forget, take home what Xue Yihan gave you. Also, help me buy a bottle of balsamic vinegar at the door and keep it at home. I will cook dumplings myself at night. "

He Peiyuan obviously only squeezed out a sentence from between her teeth: "You just wait!" The phone was cut off.

The range hood was humming and Yang Jingxing could still hear the sound of the door opening, so he put down the pot and shovel and went out to have a look.He Peiyuan was expressionless and looked at no one, and regretted changing only one shoe. She got up and kicked the slippers on her feet and flew far away: "Bring me the bag!"

The apron and gloves seemed to show the composer's imposing manner even more. Yang Jingxing went to the living room with his head held high and his chest out to take out the bag, and walked to his girlfriend to put it down in high spirits.

He Peiyuan didn't even look at it: "There are more!"

Yang Jingxing turned around and went into the kitchen to bring out the bag of bamboo shoots, but he was not so stubborn: "I used two for the stew."

He Peiyuan was ruthless: "No way!"

"Then you eat it yourself."

"Don't eat."

Yang Jingxing was very sincere: "Then I'll give you back my strength when I'm full."

He Peiyuan scratches as soon as she punches...

After venting her anger and resolving the misunderstanding before entering the kitchen, He Peiyuan hugged her boyfriend's support weakly: "Good husband, kiss."

Although I am quite sure of the man's attitude, the girl still needs to check the specific items.Hey, how do you cook pickled Duxian into white soup?Braised shrimp with this wine is too rich, right?Do you still want to make vinegared cabbage?He Peiyuan was a little angry thinking about it, but she still went to take out the vinegar hidden in the shoe cabinet when she entered the door.

There is also scallion chicken, but it is delivered from a takeaway. He Peiyuan has to re-plate it after going downstairs to get it, otherwise the photo will not look good.

Four dishes, one soup and some wine, He Peiyuan thanked her husband regardless of past suspicions, and thought that although the rice was a little dry, it tasted better, and the soup was very delicious, and it was beyond blue, so the far-sighted control plan that was imperative yesterday was temporarily forgotten But never forget the friendship: "You asked Tan Dong to cook for Han Han, she must be very happy, give him more pocket money, it doesn't matter if he doesn't do well."

Yang Jingxing, who was originally complacent, wanted to turn his face: "The family ugliness must not be publicized, how can I go out and mess around in the future."

He Peiyuan pursed her lips and yelled, "Shame me cooking?"

Yang Jingxing started to use his brain: "This is the happiness of two people, and it is not enough for outsiders."

"I want it! Show them your photo next time." He Peiyuan still made it clear: "Fried vegetables, chopped vegetables, and hygienic."

Yang Jingxing clarified: "It's all posing, it's all fake..."

It's a pity that I can't taste wine slowly. In addition to the dining room, kitchen, living room, and piano room, the bookshelves are still empty.Working together, women washing dishes and men mopping the floor, He Peiyuan was just about to talk about Lu Baiyong's departure this afternoon, when Yu Jiajia's mother called to confirm.

It's only half an hour, and He Peiyuan needs to pay attention to the details. Let's talk about the lack of focus first, that is, they put on a big fanfare every time, especially this afternoon. This time the task is even heavier, that is really a warm farewell from the whole group.No one in [-] wanted to join in the excitement, but there was no other way, and it was really embarrassing to laugh and watch the musicians and singers express their artistic thoughts.In contrast, I heard that when the visiting group of the Puyin Composition Department set off, they were treated in a deserted manner. That is the temperament that an artist should have. It is really self-degrading to always put on a complacent look for such a small matter.

Also, He Peiyuan really felt a little bit, the company should oppose the office romance, among other things, other colleagues are not easy to get along with these two people.Yang Jingxing is not even a member of the national orchestra, He Peiyuan felt that the stop she was going to was a bit of an eyesore to other people, and she had to think about work or relationship, not just worrying about Qi Qingnuo, For example, do you think this is the eyeliner of a composer?Therefore, if there is a couple between Eyang's development department and customer service department, it will definitely have an impact on the work between the two departments.

Ask yourself, He Peiyuan doesn't need her seniors and colleagues to treat her differently. Even if someone criticizes the work or the composer in person, He Peiyuan can at most just talk to her boyfriend, so as not to worry about it, but why do they seem more willing? Don't care about Qi Qingnuo's feelings?Is it to show her affirmation of her mind?

Yang Jingxing thinks that maybe others don't think so much, or being intimate with Qi Qingnuo is also a trust in Yuanyuan's measurement. Besides, the whole company knows about Zhao Gu and Zhao Chengdi, so it's no different...

The doorbell rang, and it was ten minutes before seven, but Yang Jingxing really welcomed him from the bottom of his heart, and hurried to open the door.It was so grand, two elementary school students and four adults, Yu Jiajia was holding a bouquet of flowers, Yu's father and Yu's mother were also carrying a bag.

Before they said they would give it away, Yang Jingxing smiled openly and wanted to stretch out his hand: "What are you doing?"

Lang Xinyan recited and replied: "A gift to the teacher, the teacher has worked hard!"

Yu Jiajia presented flowers with a strong smile.

Yang Jingxing quickly bent down to pick it up: "Come in quickly, you don't need to change your shoes."

He Peiyuan came over and admired: "It's so beautiful."

When the elementary school students entered the room, Yu Jiajia said politely to He Peiyuan: "Hello, Auntie."

Lang Xinyan was much more affectionate: "Hi beautiful sister."

He Peiyuan was simply surprised: "Thank you so much."

Lang's mother warned and shouted: "Xinyan, remember!"

Lang Xinyan turned around to show off her light green long-sleeved dress: "I'll just shut up and stay still when I start class."

The adults laughed, and Father Wolf even threatened: "If you make any trouble to your brothers and sisters, you will be kicked out!"

He Peiyuan smiled kindly and gently: "No."

Yang Jingxing asked again: "Come in and sit down."

Lang's father was polite: "Don't bother me. It is stipulated that Lang Xinyan can only listen in and not talk and not move around. Let's take a good look at how Jiajia is studying hard."

Lang's mother is strict: "Only like Jiajia who takes everything seriously can have the opportunity to learn from such an outstanding musician as my brother."

"Understood!" Lang Xinyan was still annoyed: "My ears are callused, aren't you afraid that I will be rebellious?"

Lang's father was overjoyed: "Foul, go back!"

Lang Xinyan hurriedly ran inside, and the adults laughed again.Mama Yu calmly put a bag of fruit on the table, and then transferred the tea and white wine from her husband.

Yang Jingxing was obviously sure that these things were going to be his own: "This is not interesting enough. Jiajia, we must resist being so polite from our parents in the future."

The father and daughter really look alike when they smile. The father is serious: "Etiquette should not be lost. Jiajia cherishes the opportunity and goes home by herself after class."

Yang Jingxing was surprised: "Come in, mom and dad always keep one." This was He Peiyuan's thoughtful plan.

Jiajia's mother said decisively: "You accompany the class."

Yu Jiajia was really serious: "Mr. Yang, can we make a video?"

"Yes." Yang Jingxing was a little nervous: "I'll change clothes."

The adults laughed, and Jiajia's father hurriedly said, "I'll go down and get the dv."

He Peiyuan also invited: "Come in and have a meeting."

Lang's mother is straightforward: "Look!"

But it is limited to the living room of the porch to take a look, and you don't even want to sit.Lang's mother admired the elegant decoration. She visited the same type of apartment in the next door, but that one was in the palace style, and the whole room was built with Roman columns. Installing a headlight worth more than [-] yuan is not very good-looking, and the owner regrets it very much.

He Peiyuan introduced the piano room to Qintong, and Yu Jiajia asked if he could go in, so Lang Xinyan invited his mother to visit together.Lang's father was showing off his eyesight and could read the titles of books upstairs.

Mama Yu told Yang Jingxing that they should and had plans to congratulate them on their housewarming, but there was no news about it, so they were really embarrassed.

Yang Jingxing smiled: "I watched Jiajia grow up."

Mother Yu went to the door of the piano room to have a look: "Jiajia... those amazing movements were composed here."

Yu Jiajia stood in the middle as if feeling the aura of the room, but He Peiyuan was a little embarrassed: "Everyone can be great, just keep surpassing themselves."

Yang Jingxing remembered: "I'll take two chairs."

There are no extra chairs at home, only dining chairs.Lang's mother was still not satisfied with the layout of the host's house, so she dragged her back to the wall: "Xin Yan will sit here."

Lang Xinyan shook her hands and cried and protested, but no one helped her, so she had to drag it back for more than half of it by herself, and no one stopped her. Lang's mother was busy admiring that the composer could also play guitar and trumpet, which is so versatile.More than ten years ago, someone also pretended to practice guitar, 3 minutes of popularity.

Father Yu also moved quickly, still holding the tripod. After putting down the bag, what he took out should be a digital camera, and the old man had his own microphone.But the big guy also has shortcomings, the battery is only enough to record for an hour, right?

Yang Jingxing wanted to discuss with Jiajia: "I plan to spend two hours."

It's okay, the clerk also brought the adapter, and there are sockets on the wall, but the angle is not very good.It's okay, it's mostly recording.

Seeing that the neighbors were in a hurry, Lang's mother laughed: "Old Yu, don't be nervous."

Mama Yu haha, Papa Yu buried his head and pulled the thread haha, Yang Jingxing couldn't laugh: "I'm nervous to be so professional."

He Peiyuan did not sympathize: "People who have never been on TV are like this."

Lang's mother knew it all: "Didn't you go to it?"

Father Yu is actually very skilled: "Okay, okay."

Yang Jingxing understood: "Try the voice?"

Mother Yu said: "Then let's go first, Jiajia studies hard."

The host still gave it away, and the famous composer even said that he didn't even take a sip of water.Lang's mother will observe, and when she passes by the kitchen, she will know: "Dining at home?"

Yang Jingxing, well, I'm not afraid that Mama Yu will find out that I lied.

Lang's mother is interested: "Miss He do it?"

Yang Jingxing quickly saved the man's face: "The craftsmanship is good, I'm already full."

The two couples hahahaha.

Closing the door won't waste time, Yang Jingxing arranged: "Jiajia try the piano first, it doesn't feel the same as yours."

Yu Jiajia is not afraid: "I played this one twice in the store, and I really like it."

Being a father is very encouraging: "Buy it next year!"

Yu Jiajia hit the composer again: "But my favorite, the smoothest, and emotional."

"Yes." Yang Jingxing nodded in agreement, "Your piano is very good."

Lang Xinyan really sat on the chair without saying a word, He Peiyuan sat on the make-up stool, Yang Jingxing told Father Yu not to mention you, and he should stand.

After Yu Jiajia adjusted the stool with He Peiyuan's help, Yang Jingxing only showed the middle half of his body: "As usual, the scale comes first."

This does not need to be brewed, and elementary school students will come here with a raised hand.

Regardless of the fourth grade of elementary school, Yu Jiajia still has a lot of memorization reserves. Under the teacher's large-scale and easy request, she has chosen a scene from her childhood, two Chopin preludes, two Bach's well-tempered, Schubert serenade, and finally Take excerpts from Liszt Sonata in B minor as your comprehensive presentation.

It's been half an hour, and no one has spoken except Yang Jingxing who said dozens of words. He Peiyuan listened very seriously and expressed praise, while Father Yu's face was a little critical, and Lang Xinyan at least kept quiet.

Although there are traces of Teacher Yu's professorship in Qin Tong's playing, the preferences of the current primary school students are too mature, Yang Jingxing has to ask: "Do you like this sonata very much?"

Yu Jiajia, the fourth grader Xinyue, nodded again.

Yang Jingxing nodded, as if hesitating for a moment: "...then let's combine emotion and technology."

Yu Jiajia continued to nod, yes.

Yang Jingxing has never tried this kind of thing before, without the decisive demeanor of a genius: "Can you tell me what you want to do when you grow up? It's not necessarily what you want to be, but what kind of person you want to be."

Whether Yu Jiajia's smile is embarrassing or unhappy, adults can't tell.

Yang Jingxing hastily said again, "If you don't want to say it, don't say it... Actually, I feel a little bit of your independent personality, and suddenly found that Yu Jiajia has grown up."

Dad laughed, and Yu Jiajia was even more embarrassed.

Yang Jingxing had to ask his girlfriend: "When you were Jiajia's age, did you want to grow up quickly?"

He Peiyuan can't remember clearly: "...Occasionally I think about it, but usually I don't"

Yu Jiajia analyzed herself: "I may want to better comprehend more musical emotions."

The adults couldn't help but nodded, and Yang Jingxing admired it: "Okay, then let's try to cultivate skills in the way of emotional comprehension. Let's talk about childhood first, the adult's childhood and the child's childhood. I assume now that I am only ten years old, how would I play it?" ..."

This class was an unprecedented test for Yang Jingxing. He had to try to grasp the mind of a primary school student. The rogue born in the [-]s rolled in the river, there are basically two worlds.

Fortunately, there is a bridge of music. For some things that cannot be named, you can use musical notes to try to communicate and understand each other. Although you may not be able to understand each other, you will have a vague impression, because although Jiajia gave up her professional pursuit , but her love for music and piano can be shown in every performance.

At this level, Yu Jiajia’s limited talent in her fingers is no longer an obvious shortcoming. The main pursuit of teachers and students is no longer a rigid standard. It is really technology that serves emotions. If the service is not in place, it’s fine. .

Yang Jingxing even noticed it: "How do you want to play it? Or how do you want to replace this section?"

Yu Jiajia was silent or thinking, and her father betrayed her daughter: "Now she likes to play some weird things, and she also writes down some of them."

"Very good!" Yang Jingxing was so happy: "Can you share a little bit?"

Yu Jiajia played dozens of notes. Although it does not include any theoretical analysis of composition techniques, it can basically be regarded as melody creation. It is like a beautiful and pretentious little poem written with elementary school Chinese knowledge. Some words are still Use pinyin.

Yang Jingxing was inspired and moved, and asked Qintong to authorize him to adapt...

In fact, it is no longer a piano lesson, but an exchange between artists.Hearing how his daughter's creations were enriched by professionals, Father Yu was moved and grabbed his daughter's shoulders.

He Peiyuan was concentrating on savoring the aftertaste, when her arm was suddenly grabbed, she was slightly startled, looked at the little girl who had been so absent just now, and almost asked with her lips, "What are you doing?"

Lang Xinyan pulled the beautiful sister hard with a pleading expression.

He Peiyuan seemed to understand what the little girl meant, and got up: "Take a break."

It was a quarter past eight, and Yang Jingxing let the pupils go: "Drink some water."