It was impossible to put on a posture in the room, and the stand had long since disappeared, so Yang Jingxing moved the zheng to the coffee table in the living room. He Weidong supported art, so he went to the utility room that was only one door wide between the kitchen and his daughter's room to rummage through it.

Get out a small stool and wipe it with a tissue.

The preparations were done, but the two men did not dare to disturb the performer who was concentrating on reading the music and preparing. Looking at the girl, her eyebrows were slightly frowning, her neck was slightly chin, and she had a copy of "Safe Driving Learning" on the music score in her hand.

As for the fingering technique, it was just because there was an unqualified composer, so she had to study it again: "Should we be sweeping here?"

Yang Jingxing didn't dare to speak rudely at this time: "It's up to you."

"It's better to be lighter." The girl still had an overall understanding and was modest: "I must not be able to play the seventh chord." She gestured with her hands as she spoke.

The sound of the kitchen range hood also stopped. Fan Yali came out and took a look at her daughter's hand: "What do you usually do when you race against time like this?"

He Peiyuan thought about it and drew on the paper, then started to frown, pouted and rolled her eyes behind her mother's back.

He Weidong saw it and didn't report it. He was thinking about something and remembered: "Yes, Gao Pianpian, please call and ask."

He Peiyuan was quite disdainful: "It's so simple." She sat down confidently.

He Weidong was really good at pleasing people. He quickly set up a paper box for his daughter to use as a music stand, and added a fruit plate to make it more stable.

He Peiyuan looked around the audience: "...who dares to laugh!?"

He Weidong could only smile bitterly: "You have to admit defeat before you start?"

Yang Jingxing didn't even dare to laugh: "I wish the premiere a success."

Fan Yali was in a hurry about the kitchen: "Hurry up."

He Peiyuan had to try out the sound first. She plucked the strings with the fingers of her right hand, and pretended to press and rub the strings with her left hand. Her posture was still quite authentic, and her expression became elegant. Although this old zither is not performance-grade, it is well made.

It's not bad, the timbre is just about right, and it's enough for amateurs.

The three spectators remained silent.

After gathering her mood and brewing her emotions, the girl was ready to start. The first dozen half-notes on the score looked simple and easy to hook up. After setting up her posture again, He Peiyuan gently pressed her right thumb, "Boom..."

, not bad, not bad, not bad, the left hand also plays the strings and picks up the rhyme, which is very similar to that.

The second note was not perfect. I didn't grasp the position of the string and pressed it on the fingerboard, and the rhyme was gone. Fortunately, professional players have a good attitude. He Peiyuan didn't panic and stabilized the next two notes.

, but after she stabilized, she seemed to start to be overconfident. When playing the fifth and sixth notes, the girl wanted to adjust the tone, but the half-clamping, half-lifting, like trembling but not trembling was just too paper-like, and the performer didn't seem to realize it.

, continue to pursue details.

Although this "Fourteen-Year-Old Light Blue Dress" inspiration is not short, it is not difficult to perform and there is no innovation. It only requires some basic techniques. A primary school student who has studied the zither seriously for three months should be able to get a rough idea.

But for the person in front of me, the sporadic prelude was already a bit strong but dry at the same time, and the next little scratching was even more revealing. The notes were so dry and rough that it shocked her father, and Fan Yali even turned around and wanted to leave.

He Peiyuan is really like a general. She never flinches and maintains her own rhythm. No matter how hard it is, she doesn't even frown. Even if she is picky and picky, she can survive it! After all, she only has a few minutes.

However, these sixty seconds seemed to be more difficult for the audience. He Weidong's wry smile was so stiff that he could not relax: "This is a veritable show of swordsmanship in front of Guan Gong's door."

Fan Yali was even more worried: "I have retired to the first grade of elementary school."

Seeing that his girlfriend's sitting posture was still in an artistic state, but her face had regained consciousness and started to cheer up, Yang Jingxing didn't dare to add insult to injury: "My hand is raw, and if I do it again, I will be in junior high school or high school."

"Not coming!" He Peiyuan pulled back the sheet of music, stood up and walked into the house.

"It's time to stop playing and get ready to eat." He Weidong still protected his daughter's self-esteem and was about to collect the things.

Yang Jingxing's picture shows: "I'll come..."

He Peiyuan was sitting on the bed and was angry at the score. She looked at her boyfriend and said, "I'll listen to Pian Pian playing tomorrow!"

"OK."

"You deliberately made me angry! You are anxious for me!"

When the elders were not around, Yang Jingxing dared to make mistakes: "After all, he is a performer..."

"I can't, I don't want, I have no sense of music." He Peiyuan kicked her feet: "I want to listen!"

Yang Jingxing also had an idea: "Change it to a three-stringed version."

"No, it doesn't taste like that anymore." He Peiyuan climbed to the computer, turned back the photo to the source of inspiration, and started to appreciate it for herself. She still had enough imagination to understand music, so she compared it with the score.

Yang Jingxing put the zheng into the box, took off his shoes, stood on the bed, put it back on the bookcase and saw it again: "I haven't heard of Yuanyuan's Hulusi."

The stinky scoundrel was definitely being sarcastic. He Peiyuan was so angry that she rolled over on the bed and cried.

Yang Jingxing actually didn't coax him. Instead, he sat down on the stool and clicked the mouse impatiently.

He Peiyuan stood up, but when she couldn't grab him, she covered the rogue's eyes with her hands and threatened: "Don't blame me if it hurts if you move again!"

Yang Jingxing meant: "It doesn't look good, come down quickly."

What are you afraid of? He Peiyuan still wants to use her weight to make the scoundrel bow his head: "... Close your eyes, don't look, get down!"

After burying his head and listening to the clicks of the mouse and the girl's breathing for a while, Yang Jingxing held his voice and begged for mercy: "Don't choose something that's too pretty, I'm still in the refractory period."

He Peiyuan actually didn't scold the stinky gangster, but still laughed and nodded a few more times: "Get up."

Yang Jingxing looked up, stunned and murmured: "It's so miserable, I'm going to be squeezed dry."

He Peiyuan Art Observation: "What does it feel like? You can't praise Tong Yichun enough for wearing her school uniform."

Yang Jingxing hated it: "That's why I said I lost too much."

He Peiyuan poked at the keyboard randomly: "I don't want to watch it anymore."

"I do, I do!"

The idea of ​​only watching ten photos has been put aside for the time being. For the sake of her music career, He Peiyuan not only released

The control of turning on the computer also explains the study life of the girls in the attached middle school. There are classmates, teachers, exercises, performances and entertainment. There are a few photos at the back with Wang Rui, but I don’t know the specific location, and she was not considered a friend at that time.

Didn't take photos carefully.

Not every photo focuses on youth and beauty, especially when this girl just learned how to take selfies, there were photos with distorted nostrils, but Yang Jingxing also found it interesting. And this girl is also pretty, and she quickly mastered it.

She has mastered the technique of taking selfies, posing in various poses and making expressions at home. She is far from being as ladylike and elegant as standing in front of others. She even studied her own back in many photos. He Peiyuan herself did not remember some of the photos, and they looked funny and shy.

However, after looking at dozens of photos, the composer did not come up with any new inspiration. Maybe it was because he had distracting thoughts: "Is there someone else's?"

"Who?" He Peiyuan had no idea at all.

Yang Jingxing was reluctant to mention: "My love rival..."

He Peiyuan hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

Yang Jingxing warmed up and made a difficult choice: "Look."

Well, I don’t even remember Wang Rui’s photos, but He Peiyuan’s search for her high school crush was almost accurate, which made Yang Jingxing so angry that she bit her fists and sobbed, which made the girl even more energetic.

There was actually a photo of the two of them, and He Peiyuan still remembered it fresh: "...I deliberately didn't make any expression. In fact, I was so panicked that my face felt a little burning. After taking the photo, they returned the camera to me, but I didn't even look at it, pretending that it didn't matter.

, watched all the way after school!"

Yang Jingxing was out of breath and wanted to find something to smash: "I want to challenge him to a duel!"

He Peiyuan actually glared at her boyfriend: "Stop bullying others."

Yang Jingxing said fiercely: "What did you say!?"

He Peiyuan didn't take care of her boyfriend's emotions at all, and looked at her secret love on the screen again. She was so sad: "You are so innocent at this age...Husband, please delete it for me."

Yang Jingxing would also say: "Keep it and watch it!"

He Peiyuan hummed: "I'll delete it myself."

Yang Jingxing quickly gave in. It wasn't until he saw that his girlfriend had deleted five photos and wanted to clear the recycle bin that he quickly stopped her and spoke softly: "Keep it, it's a beautiful memory of my wife."

He Peiyuan angrily observed: "Don't put it nicely... Anyway, I saw that there is another woman on your computer who is still having sex with you."

Yang Jingxing seemed to nod confidently: "Okay, okay..."

He Weidong shouted and was ready to eat.

After agreeing, He Peiyuan yelled at her boyfriend again, then she used the mouse to open "Life". There were only more than 300 photos, but the girl was skilled at displaying hidden files, and a message called "abcdefg" appeared.

" folder, clicked on it, and there were fifty-five photos. The girl clicked on the first one from June 2003 and looked back in the direction of the door. She seemed a little nervous.

The photo shows a pair of long legs on a mat. It is obviously a selfie, and even a corner of the red panties is exposed.

Before Yang Jingxing had time to see clearly, He Peiyuan clicked on the fork. This crappy computer was so slow to open and shut down without hesitation. The girl artistically loudly said: "Eat! Let's go!"

Yang Jingxing was still confused.

He Peiyuan whispered in her boyfriend's ear again: "Show it to my husband next year."

Yang Jingxing calmed down: "I underestimated you."

He Peiyuan was still proud and jumped out happily: "Thank you for your hard work, Mom."

Fan Yali is really frightened...

Already on the table were sweet and sour short ribs, stir-fried shrimps, shredded pork with lettuce, and homemade tofu. Yang Jingxing was eager to get ready. He Peiyuan was even more surprised when the big soup bowl contained her favorite chestnut chicken soup. The rice wine had been warmed, but He Peiyuan wanted to drink red wine.

Yes, just the one Yang Jingxing brought. Fan Yali was also particular about it and asked her husband to replace the tumbler with a goblet.

Although it is good wine, He Weidong also follows the doctor's advice not to exceed 50 milliliters. Young people drink more, and my wife will also have a full glass. Do you want to serve rice now?

"Standard rice bucket!" He Peiyuan did it by herself. As soon as she opened the rice cooker, she exclaimed: "Oh my God!" It was really a bucket full of rice to the limit. It is estimated that another rice bucket can be filled.
To be continued...