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Madam herself gave up her status as a performer the year Yiye started practicing piano.It became a squatting at home.It can't be said that, Madam is different from ordinary squatting at home, she can do makeup and dress up, and she can still go out.

But she gave up her interest, and what I learned from Ms. Chujia is that although she gave up her life as a performer, she will continue to play the violin in her spare time.

And it takes three hours each time.

And to become a performer, the technique is naturally excellent, but why, the eldest lady has to go to the teacher in the neighboring town to study, instead of learning from her own mother?

Is this really a modest home?

"Madam seldom talks, but it can be seen that she is a gentle person." While leading the way, it was rare for Miss Chujia to speak for others.

Miss Chujia is a person who can't hide her words, she seems unreliable, but if she can speak for Madam like this, then it proves that Madam is really not a bad person.

But the fact that she made it is too uncomfortable to watch.

Not only for Ying, but even for the young lady now.

It's like trying to avoid the eldest lady deliberately, not only not teaching her the piano, but even avoiding her when she plays the piano herself.

"Why is the master always meddling indiscriminately? That lady understands better than anyone else."

Inexplicable.

Miss Zhaojiang's words flashed through his mind again.

Wearing guest slippers, Ito Yu walked through the long corridor of Nagisa Ichiyo's house, but eventually his pace became slower and slower.

Because there was a long piano sound coming from the recital room.

Ying heard Yiye's piano sound, and said it was the best lullaby.

Naturally, not all young piano players are of this level, but the sound of the piano coming from the performance room is very different now.

long.

then.

Can't appreciate it.

So Yuu Ito turned his head to look at Chujia, "How long has Madam Nagis been here today?"

"More than two hours, it will be over in about 10 minutes."

Is it.

Then just wait outside.

Yuu Ito waited outside holding the violin case.

"Would you like some juice?"

"No thanks."

"...Okay." As if a little disappointed, Miss Chujia finally walked out, while Ito Yu sat on a chair and listened to the sound of the piano inside.

The sound of the piano is long.

And it makes people feel peaceful.

There is a gentle and comfortable feeling of wanting to sleep.

Unexpectedly, facing different people, he and Ying would have the same evaluation.

Does that mean he and Ying are at the same level?

I don't know whether to feel happy or strange.

He doesn't have the talent to play the violin, but he has the ability to appreciate it. If he just plays the violin according to the rhythm, then it is a violin without soul. The instrument is a weapon to convey emotions, so Ito Yu is more willing to believe that Mrs. Nagisa's violin sounds Gentle.

This woman is really not a bad person.

"Ding--"

I don't know how long it has passed, Ito Yu has been holding the piano box, and then tried hard not to fall asleep.

And after hearing this ending, he finally regained his spirit.

Mrs. Nagisa finally stopped.

He decided to get up and move around.

"Bang-"

And at this moment, the door was opened, and then the lady with thin beads of sweat on her forehead came out.

One of her hands was still on the door rail, but surprise appeared on her beautiful face.

The lady was wearing a beige dress and white stockings, so she looked like a college student.

And a woman who is addicted to music is always her most beautiful time.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop." The eldest lady is not here, and Ito Yu can only rely on himself now.In other words, this kind of time is exactly what he is looking for, "It's just because the sound of the piano is too melodious, so I can't help but stay here..."

As he spoke, he lowered his head in embarrassment.

The last time I saw Madam, I didn't gain anything. Although the other party's reaction was cold, it could be seen that the way she looked at him was the same as the way she looked at Miss Yiye.

They all look at the eyes of the younger generation.