370: C370 Learn to Play the Piano

C370 Learn to Play the Piano

0Thus, Mu Qingqing sat down at the piano, flipping through the score to find a song called "The Mark of the Rain".

Touching the smooth keys, Mu Qingqing felt a sense of familiarity. She liked to play the piano, and as soon as she sat down she felt the world go quiet.

When she had first learned piano, she had secretly watched Mu Xiaoyou play. At home, she had to work, and she couldn't touch Mu Xiaoyou's piano. Only when she was in town, at the place where piano lessons were held, did she have the chance to touch the piano. Because of this, she had a dream full of dreams …

He wanted to have his own piano. Unfortunately, Su Cuiyun had been in charge for so many years, spending too much for Mu Xiaoyou and too little for her.

Mu Qingqing had not touched the piano for a long time, but she was still familiar with the score. She put her hand on the piano stand and stayed still for a long time.

Ren Xinru looked at Mo Xiaohe worriedly. What happened to the child? "

Ren Xinru frowned. After Mu Qingqing was injured, she felt completely different from before. She became timid and timid.

"Let her play." Mo Xiaohe looked at her seriously and remembered some of the things that happened in the past.

Mu Qingqing's white fingers finally began to move as the melodious music played. She could only barely pass the stage. Mo Xiaohe curled his lips. Her finger technique had gotten different, so he could teach her.

When the song ended, Mu Qingqing looked at Ren Xinru with slight embarrassment. "Auntie, I've let you down."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Playing the zither is to let you calm down a bit. Whether you're good or not doesn't matter." Ren Xinru didn't care about how good they were playing, but she was also confused. Last time she came to the Mo family, Mu Qingqing played very well, but this time she retreated so much.

"It's been a long time since I've played it, and your finger techniques have become new. I can teach you." Mo Xiaohe took the initiative to speak up. With his skill level, teaching Mu Qingqing was not a problem at all.

"Forget it. I'll learn again in the future when I have the chance." She thought that she would have to go to Zhan Yufei's birthday party in the afternoon. If she wanted to learn piano here, she would have to waste a few more hours.

"It seems that you dislike me because my level is not high enough." Mo Xiaohe shook his head slightly and acted like he was heartbroken.

Ren Xinru held back her laughter as she thought to herself, "Why is this black-hearted son so good at speaking?" Mo Xiaohe's piano teacher was an internationally renowned pianist.

"No, I'm stupid and slow to learn." Mu Qingqing waved her hand.

"Sis, it's rare for someone to be willing to teach you. Why don't you learn? You like to play the piano quite a bit." "I think Brother Mo's level is very similar to the one on TV." Mu Yichen knew that Mu Qingqing liked to play the piano, but her family didn't buy a piano, so he took this opportunity to let her learn

Learning is good.

"What does it matter if I'm slow at learning? My teaching speed is slow too." Mo Xiaohe said slowly.

"Qing Qing, Xiaohe's piano teacher is Richard Fieldman. You can learn more from him." Ren Xinru thought of Mo Xiaohe's piano teacher, a very gentleman Frenchman, who had once praised Mo Xiaohe as a musical genius.

Wasn't that her favorite pianist? He actually taught Mo Xiaohe how to play the piano?

Mu Qingqing looked at Mo Xiaohe with excitement. She felt that she was a lot closer to her idol, Richard Feldman. They were all urging her to learn how to play the piano from Mo Xiaohe. She couldn't just ruin everyone's fun by saying, "I'll learn."

"Xiaohe, you guys play. I'll bring my two brothers upstairs to watch TV." Ren Xinru looked down at Mo Xiaoyun. The little guy was in a daze.

When Ren Xinru and co. went upstairs, Mo Xiaohe sat beside Mu Qingqing. At such a close distance, Mu Qingqing was at a loss.

Mo Xiaohe raised his hand, but Mu Qingqing closed her eyes subconsciously, expecting to be hit. Immediately after, she felt that the stuffy feeling in her head had suddenly disappeared. She opened her eyes and looked at Mo Xiaohe blankly with her dark eyes.

"If I take off my hat, it will be airless and easy to infect the wound." Mo Xiaohe's magnetic voice lingered in her ears. Mu Qingqing was caught unprepared by his concern.

"Mo..." Brother Mo, thank you for your concern. " Mu Qingqing really thought that he was someone who existed just like her brother. He was still quite concerned about her.

Mo Xiaohe's Adam's apple slightly rolled, but he noticed a detail. Mu Qingqing would be scared if she saw him raise his hand. "This seems to be a reaction to stress." and I don't need to thank you. "

Then what should he use? Mu Qingqing looked at him with a puzzled expression. To thank someone was usually to thank them.

"Anything I do for you is natural." The corner of Mo Xiaohe's mouth curled up slightly as his gaze fixed onto her charming and fair face. Some quiet, some stubborn, some thin.

"Do you want to know what happened before you lost your memories?" Mo Xiaohe changed the topic and came to this question.

Mu Qingqing nodded, her fingers sliding off the piano.

After losing her memories, everyone was concerned about whether she had remembered. No one had taken the initiative to tell her what had happened in the past.

She wanted to know what had happened before her amnesia.

"You remember your little brother, you remember your parents, but you can't remember Mo Xiaoyun and me." Mo Xiaohe only roughly listened to Mo Xiaoyun. When Mu Qingqing said she was twenty-six, he vaguely understood what was going on.

Mu Qingqing was shocked. How did this person know everything?

"Forget it, I'll just learn the piano." How could anyone else know what she couldn't remember?

Mo Xiaohe raised his head and looked at the huge crystal chandelier above him. His ten fingers played back and forth on the white keyboard, not even bothering to look at the music.

Mu Qingqing looked at him blankly. What was this person trying to do?

"Mo Xiaoyun often calls you Master, is that true?" The piano was melodious and melodious. Mo Xiaohe chose a quiet melody with no particular noise, allowing him to communicate freely with Mu Qingqing.

"Yes." Mu Qingqing understood his intention, which was to teach her how to play the zither while chatting with her. She was originally very nervous, but with the sound of the zither, she felt a lot more relaxed.

"Do you know his true identity?" Mo Xiaohe asked while bouncing. There were no obstacles.

"He's a drifter. I picked him up at the door of my house." Mu Qingqing's heart ached for Mo Xiaoyun when she thought of this. It was unknown who had mercilessly abandoned such a young child like him.

"Do you know why his surname is Mo?" Mo Xiaohe looked down at the keyboard and sat up straight.

Mu Qingqing blinked her eyes. She really had not thought about this seriously. Now that Mo Xiaohe mentioned it, she remembered that Mo Xiaoyun's surname was Mo. Why wasn't his surname Mu?

"His account is at my house. You asked me to do this." Mo Xiaohe turned his head and the lines on his resolute face made Mu Qingqing feel like she couldn't look straight at him.

"So complicated …" So, she owed Mo Xiaohe a favor? Lili could not remember how she had asked someone like Mo Xiaohe for help.

"His background is even more complicated. If you want to hear it, come with me to the summerhouse." Mo Xiaohe glanced at Uncle Jiu, who was standing not far away. Only Mu Qingqing knew about this.

"Where's the summerhouse?" Mu Qingqing still hadn't figured out the issue of Mo Xiaoyun's background. This person wanted her to change places again, he was truly a tyrannical person.

"The garden at the back." Mo Xiaohe rarely stepped into that place, but it was quiet enough and the soundproofing was also good. Uncle Jiu could only watch from the sidelines, but he could not hear what they were saying.

Mo Xiaohe stood up while Mu Qingqing followed behind him. Her curiosity was piqued.

Walking across the wide lawn, she followed Mo Xiaohe for a few hundred meters before finally arriving at the so-called summerhouse.

It was a one-story glass house with a green bamboo roof that shaded the sun. On four sides, there were two bamboo houses surrounded by tea rooms and sofas. At the side of the house was a shaded locust tree. The dense dark green leaves extended and blocked most of the sunlight in the summerhouse.

Uncle Jiu stood not far away, wary of what they might do that was out of line. Mo Xiaohe curled his lips. Uncle Jiu was worried too much, he wasn't someone who would act recklessly. The transparent glass house was suitable for conversation, and Wu could see what they were doing at a glance.

Mo Xiaohe instructed the kitchen to bring some pastries and fruits over and took the initiative to make green tea for Mu Qingqing.

"Brother Mo, what's the background of my little brother?" Mo Xiaoyun actually told her that he picked it up, but he didn't tell her about his background.

"Call me Xiaohe." Mo Xiaohe put the dried tea into the kettle and said with a grim expression.

Mu Qingqing: …

He clearly said before that he would call her Brother Mo, so how could this person change just because he said it?

"You can't remember the past. Have you forgotten what happened recently?" He was referring to the time when she confessed to him while they were in the river at her school reunion. How could she forget such an unforgettable scene?

Mu Qingqing looked at him blankly. He seemed to be angry. But what was he angry about?

"I'll tell you everything I know. There are a few things you should take note of. " Mo Xiaohe saw that she was confused, so his anger was mostly dissipated. Forget it, those who don't know are innocent.

"Go ahead." She really wanted to know the past.

"First, you have to believe what I'm saying." Mo Xiaohe stared at her.

"Second, no matter what the truth of the matter is, you have to accept it."

"Third, Mo Xiaoyun's background. You know, I know, he knows."

He spoke as if these things were all very mysterious. Mu Qingqing's curiosity was piqued. Since these conditions weren't harsh, she naturally nodded her head.

Thus, Mo Xiaohe started to talk about how they were saved the first time they fell into the water. Mu Qingqing's eyes were filled with a smile. When Wu began to talk about Mo Xiaoyun being an alien, she began to wonder if what Wu said was true.

Alien? Mo Xiaoyun obviously looked exactly the same as Earth's man, how could he be an alien?!

"Stop!" Mu Qingqing gestured for him to stop.

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