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"Who said I want to look at houses with you again?"

"Okay, Sister Xinyi, don't be angry. You have a lot of money. Why do you care about me as a kid? The reason why I did this just now was actually because I was afraid that others would misunderstand me. After all, you are a fairy-like figure, and you are me.

The teacher’s ex-girlfriend, I really have a certain amount of respect for you, and I’m afraid that they will gossip and affect your reputation.”

What the salesperson said just now is right, girls of all ages need to be coaxed.

Zhou Yuwen put his hands on Jiang Xinyi's shoulders, telling her not to be angry, and asking her to accompany him to look at the house again.

Zhou Yuwen said such a long sentence, but Jiang Xinyi only listened to the first sentence and snorted coldly: "No, you adults have a lot. After all, I am six years older than you, right? You are a child and I am an adult."

,I am old.”

"I'm dizzy! Jiang Xinyi, you are so small-minded, you don't even care about these words."

"Yes, yes, I'm too small-minded again. I'll walk back. I won't take the car."

"Okay, okay, you are too narrow-minded. I said the wrong thing, okay? Please stop arguing with me. At worst, I won't call you sister anymore."

"Don't call me sister? If you don't call me sister, what else do you want to call me?"

"Sister Xinyi?"

"Get out of here!"

This sentence made Jiang Xinyi's neck turn red, but it was obvious that Jiang Xinyi was no longer angry, but Zhou Yuwen took advantage of the victory and pursued her, saying, "Sister Xinyi, sister Xinyi."

"Good sister, please accompany me to see the house again. I'll treat you to dinner today! I'll treat you to Suzhou's book mutton today! It's absolutely delicious!" Zhou Yuwen said, shaking Jiang Xinyi's shoulders.

The two words "sister" made Jiang Xinyi blush. She suppressed the shyness in her heart and told Zhou Yuwen not to call her "sister"!

Zhou Yuwen said, why, I think calling me sister is just right!

Sister Xinyi, look, you have such good skin and you are so beautiful. When you are with me, you don’t look like a sister at all.

Otherwise, people wouldn’t recognize us as a couple, right?

Doesn’t that mean that everyone thinks you are younger than me?

Then I will call you sister from now on.

"Sister, good sister."

"Shut up!"

Jiang Xinyi's face was so red that she could burst into tears. She bit her lower lip tightly, otherwise the corners of her mouth would rise.

She said: "Zhou Yuwen, I've finally convinced you! Stop yelling and just behave a little bit!"

Zhou Yuwen said, oh oh ok.

"Then I'll tell you some rules, dear sister. Can you accompany me to look at the house?"

"Huh!" Jiang Xinyi's depression was reduced a lot after Zhou Yuwen made such a fuss, but the blush on her face did not go away.

The main reason is that Zhou Yuwen is so crazy this time, he even dares to call himself sister!

How rude.

But it's because of his good attitude.

Jiang Xinyi decided to forgive him.

But forgive me, I have to treat you to the book-collecting mutton tonight!

Please please please, absolutely please!

Having said that, Jiang Xinyi is really curious about what the mutton tastes like.

When I went to Suzhou before, I often saw the book store mutton brand on the street, but I felt that such small shops were not very clean, and there was no one to accompany me to eat.

So Jiang Xinyi has never eaten there.

Unexpectedly today, Zhou Yuwen actually brought it up on his own initiative.

So Jiang Xinyi gave a special warning. She didn't want Zhou Yuwen to be like yesterday, where he agreed to treat her to hot pot and then forgot about it later!

Zhou Yuwen laughed loudly and said he would never forget it this time.

"You have to help me accompany me tomorrow! Why don't we practice a few more times today?" Zhou Yuwen said.

This reminded Jiang Xinyi.

The piece Zhou Yuwen played just now was indeed beautiful.

"Hey, since you want me to accompany you, you have to write the score for me."

"Well, I'll write it for you now. Let's practice a section while we have time now."

With that said, Zhou Yuwen pulled Jiang Xinyi to the side of the piano.

There is nothing in this villa except a piano, but Jiang Xinyi carries a black pen in her bag, and Zhou Yuwen holds a floor plan of the house in his hand.

So Zhou Yuwen wrote the simplified score of "That Year in a Hurry" on the house plan.

Jiang Xinyi started learning piano when she was four years old. She had already passed level 10 of piano. In fact, when she was very young, her parents really wanted her to pursue the path of art.

It's just that it's easy to master the piano, but it's even more difficult to improve beyond mastery.

Jiang Xinyi actually didn't have much talent in piano, so after working hard for a while and meeting some talented players, Jiang Xinyi's interest in learning piano faded away.

Now I can only play a few songs by myself to cultivate my sentiment.

Of course, there is an upper limit to talent, but there is no problem with appreciation.

From the moment Zhou Yuwen wrote down the simplified score, Jiang Xinyi hummed the whole song silently in her heart. To be honest, Jiang Xinyi was shocked. She had studied piano for so many years but had not composed a single song, and Zhou Yuwen was

, he is obviously an amateur, but he can write such a good song.

I once again remembered that when I was very young, I played the piano very hard, but I was beaten up by a girl who had just learned the piano.

That sentence is indeed true, genius is just the threshold for meeting them.

But I may not even have touched the threshold.

Zhou Yuwen wrote down the entire score of the song, handed it to Jiang Xinyi to read, and then said with a smile: "Sister Xinyi, I'm not very good at piano. I wrote this guitar score, and then I played it on the piano. There are

The sounds may be different, please help me fill it in."

"Have you never learned piano?" Jiang Xinyi asked.

"Well, I haven't studied it systematically, but I can play it."

"Can you play?"

"Yes, I can play."

There is still a difference between piano and guitar, but Zhou Yuwen has a foundation in guitar. In his previous life, he talked to a girl who studied piano. They both loved music, so they must have communicated in music.

Then the girl said that Zhou Yuwen's hands were beautiful and suitable for playing the piano.

Zhou Yuwen said he didn't know how.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know. I can teach you."

So the girl taught Zhou Yuwen how to play the piano step by step for a period of time. She had never passed the exam and didn't know what her level was.

The only one that I can play in its entirety is probably my favorite song, "The Year in a Hurry."

Sit in front of the piano, close your eyes, and feel the notes played in the past life beating before your eyes.

Jiang Xinyi stood nearby and watched silently.

Then the first syllable sounded, and the bass part of the piano was thick and pure, mixed with the alto part.

Jiang Xinyi simply looked at the shop, but she couldn't feel the meaning expressed in this song. People like Zhou Yuwen, who know the lyrics and have the music, can get a different feeling.

At the beginning of the song, it seemed very sad.

Like a victim's quiet narration.

It's like he is unwilling to accept what happened.

Jiang Xinyi frowned slightly, feeling that something was missing, but she couldn't tell what it was missing.

After playing a song, Jiang Xinyi felt like she was holding a breath. She asked: "What are the lyrics of this song of yours?! If you don't tell me the lyrics, I feel like this song is covered with a layer of cloth."

!Can you tell me first?”

Zhou Yuwen smiled and said: "Well, let's keep it a secret first!"

Jiang Xinyi is going to be angry to death. This feeling is really uncomfortable.

You can hear the sadness in the tone of this song, but without the lyrics, it's impossible to visualize her back!

Jiang Xinyi really wants to know!

But Zhou Yuwen just didn't say anything.

Jiang Xinyi said, you asked me to accompany you, but if you don’t tell me the meaning of this song, how can I accompany you?

Zhou Yuwen made room for Jiang Xinyi to sit down.
To be continued...