I Just Want to Copy Books in Peace

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Yu Yu was wearing feminine clothes today, a cute polka-dot top, and black slim trousers.

With a height of 1.8 meters and a well-proportioned figure, she is a natural clothes hanger and looks good in anything.

Although her appearance is a little ordinary, and her gestures are a little clumsy because of her lack of self-confidence, she gives a good impression and always makes people think that she is a simple and kind girl.

As soon as she entered the door, she looked nervous and at a loss, looking around like a child waiting to be rescued.

Du Caige asked her to sit down and poured her a glass of Longjing.

Thank you, thank you! Yu Yu took the tea crampedly, thanked her several times in a row, and then took a big sip without knowing what she was thinking.

The scalding tea made her frown and pursed her mouth immediately. She couldn't swallow it, but it was too hot in her mouth, so she couldn't bear it anymore; she wanted to spit it out, but felt indecent and didn't dare to spit it out.

Immediately in a dilemma.

Silly boy!

Du Caige hurriedly said: Hurry up and spit it out, don't get burned!

After all, Yu Yu was afraid of being hot, so he couldn't restrain his instinct and spit the tea back into the disposable paper tea cup.

Then he grinned and inhaled, wiping away tears.

Du Caige got up and said, It's very hot? I'll quickly get you some iced drinks.

No, it's not burnt, I'm sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it! Yu Yu wiped away tears, but his mouth was still shriveled, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

Du Caige felt incredible, what's there to cry about? He explained: It's okay, it's fine if you don't get burned, don't take it to heart.

I just feel bad, I feel too stupid to let you see a joke. What a shame!

Actually this is really funny...

But the little girl had lost her golden beans, so Du Caige naturally couldn't put salt on her wound, so he could only pull out a piece of tissue paper and hand it to her, clumsily comforting: It's really no big deal, and no one sees it, I don't will laugh at you.

Yu Yu kept his head down.

The appearance of wanting to cry but not daring to cry out loud, incarnates a monster.

She wiped her face with a piece of tissue, and just wiped it off, new tears fell again, I really don't know how she could continue to be sad for so long.

She burst into tears for a while, and for some reason she suddenly started hiccups again, and periodically made a Bee...uh...hm...hm...uh.

This made Yu Yu even more sad, and his face turned red, even to the bottom of his ears.

Du Caige pondered that if he didn't do something, the little girl would probably run out in shame and anger later.

He thought about it, got up and went back to his bedroom, took off the guitar hanging on the wall, and went back to the living room.

He made a few tones and immediately attracted Yu Yu's attention.

The little girl stopped crying. Those big, misty eyes stared at Du Caige, as if she had seen a rare treasure.

You... er... are you going to... er, play your... er, new song?

Du Caige put down the guitar, brought a glass of warm water over to Yu Yu, and said gently, Drink some water and you won't have hiccups.

Yu Yu blushed, took a few sips, and sure enough, the hiccups stopped.

Only then did Du Caige pick up the guitar and play, I'll play whatever you want, you can just listen to it. Let's talk when you relax.

Yu Yu listened intently.

After listening to a short passage, she knew that it was not pop music, but a very light and peaceful light music.

The plain voice and simple melody have the power to penetrate people's hearts.

The pure and pleasant nursery rhyme style made Yu Yu quickly immersed in it, forgetting the little episode he had just made.

Her heart seemed to rise above the clouds with the sound of music, wandering in the white sea of ​​clouds.

She felt herself being supported by soft white clouds, and there seemed to be a fairytale castle in the sky.

One after another, sweet notes flowed from the castle like visible magic runes.

Those notes washed over her, healed her, and made the darkest parts of her heart seem to be washed by a holy, brisk force.

She gradually forgot herself, the pain and struggle, and all the luck and misfortune in the past.

When Du Caige's hand stopped plucking the strings, and the final note couldn't be lingered, Yu Yu woke up and found that his eyes were full of tears.

These are not cloudy tears of sadness, but transparent tears of relief.

What's this song called?

City in the Sky, Du Caige put down his guitar, I'll let you listen to the piano version another day. Personally, I prefer the piano version.

Mr. Lin Ke, you are amazing! Yu Yu wiped his eyes and said sincerely, This song is so beautiful, it's unbelievably beautiful.

Du Caige smiled and said, Don't call me Teacher Lin Ke, you can just call me by my name, Du Caige, or by my pseudonym, Hemingway.

Pen name? Hai, Ming, Wei? Yu Yu obviously didn't, and was very puzzled by this name.

Du Caige had no intention of explaining, Didn't you say you wrote a few songs? Let me hear it.

Yu Yu twitched, and his voice was like a mosquito: Lin... Mr. Hemingway, after listening to your 'City in the Sky', I suddenly lost my courage. The songs I wrote are far worse than yours.

Du Caige said, of course you don't want to compare with Master Hisaishi to create music, that's bullying you...

Everyone's strengths are different. Your voice is God's favorite. Hisaishi Ran would not dare to sing with you, no matter how hard you are. Singing is your area of ​​advantage.

If a person always compares his weak areas to others' strength areas, he will not be in a good mood.

By the way, little girl, you are always cowardly. Is it because you often incorrectly compare yourself with others, which leads to your lack of confidence?

After thinking for a while, Du Caige quoted a line from a film and television work: If you are a swordsman, walking on a bridge, and the number one master in the world comes head-on. You know that you are not his opponent, but as a swordsman, at this moment, You have no choice but to flash your sword!

Yu Yu nodded slightly, thoughtfully, obviously thinking about this sentence.

After a while, she raised her head, her beautiful eyes shining like stars: Lin... Mr. Hemingway, can you lend me a guitar?

Du Caige handed her the guitar and smiled encouragingly: Come on, show a paragraph.

Yu Yu took the guitar and lowered his head.

At this moment, her temperament suddenly changed drastically.

If before, she seemed cowardly, shy, and lacked self-confidence.

So at this moment, with the guitar in hand, she immediately became focused and calm, without the slightest distraction.

A smooth melody bloomed from her fingertips, and then she began to sing: There was once a timid little girl, she was not smart, and she was not cute...

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