"How about you, what about the wound?" Wu Tong asked Jiang Qingyi on the storefront.

Jiang Qingyi's face changed and he coughed awkwardly, "Okay, remember not to tell Zhizhi about this."

He can't afford to lose this person.

Wu Tong nodded, "Also, is there any medicine?"

"I've gone to the follow-up visit. The doctor has already agreed that the medicine will be gone."

"Well, are you hungry?"

"It seems a bit."

"Do you eat?" refers to rice noodles.

"Then you cook a beef offal for me and put more beef tripe." Jiang Qingyi ordered him.

Then Wu Zhizhi heard the sound of cooking rice noodles on fire.

Wu Zhizhi stood in the inner room and listened quietly, but finally he didn't open the door and went out.

It was surprising enough to hear Wu Tong speak, but he seemed to only say in front of Jiang Qingyi. She thought about it and felt that she was not suitable to go out now. She was afraid that it would disturb Wu Tong's desire to speak, so she hesitated for a moment and turned around and walked upstairs.

After going up to the third floor, she hesitated again, and she was holding back some words in her heart. She didn't know whether she wanted to go back to her room to digest or to talk to Lu Yanshi.

At the beginning of worry, Lu Yanshi's door opened, holding a glass cup between his slender fingers, as if he was going to pour water downstairs.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward when the two met.

"Do you want to pour water?" She took off the glasses on the bridge of her nose, and her delicate little face suddenly appeared, bright and peaceful.

"Um."

"Actually, there is no need to go down. I have a kettle in my room. I'll give it to you." She went in and took a kettle when she came out. Her hair wig had been taken off, and her satin hair was hanging on her shoulders, causing his eyes to stay on her face.

"What's wrong? I have something on my face?" she asked, handing him the kettle.

"No." He shook his head, his eyes turned away, and he returned to his warmth.

"What are you doing?"

“Writing a song.”

"Ah?" She didn't understand, he said, is he writing a song?

"Writing a song." He repeated this sentence, trying to make some money to buy a better set of prosthetics for Mother Wu. Although he is not the kind of charity who will take out his wallet when he sees a beggar, he lives in Wu's house now. Seeing Mother Wu like this, he wants to do something for her. Even if he fails to succeed in the end, he will make some effort.

"That's it..." She looked a little embarrassed, "Then can I go in and take a look?"

He hesitated for a second, pushed open the door, "Come in."

Wu Zhizhi followed him in.

The computer on the table is turned on, with a stack of white paper next to it, a guitar underneath, and a miniature electronic piano.

This attitude is quite similar.

Her eyes wandered away, "Are these sent by your family to you?"

"Hmm." Xu Man sent almost all the things in his room, probably thinking he would need them.

“So much sent.”

She walked around the table, and Lu Yanshi came over to clean up the miscellaneous items on the table, "Sit down, I'm making it too messy here."

She smiled, "It's okay, but you can still write songs?"

"It will be a little bit." He sat back at the table, picked up his guitar, looked at her, as if asking, is there anything else?

I didn't expect that he could play guitar. He was such a talented boy. Wu Zhizhi smiled and said, "It's okay, you're busy with yours, don't worry about me."

Lu Yanshi then turned around, gently plucked the guitar strings, and turned his ears sideways, as if looking for a beautiful rhythm.

In fact, there are some people who can't write them well, and those who do art are like this. After the work is not completed, they will always be ashamed to meet people.

But although he was shy, he did not avoid her mentality. He felt that she was sitting behind her, feeling very at ease, and had a pleasant and wonderful experience in both body and mind.

Wu Zhizhi sat behind him and looked at him quietly.

The boy who had just taken a shower still had a faint smell of shower gel.

The refreshing and pleasant mint smell makes people smell a refreshing and refreshing feeling.

Not far from summer.

"I'm here, can you write it?" Seeing Lu Yanshi playing the guitar but not writing for a long time, she felt that she was delaying him here.

"Fortunately, I haven't written a song for too long, so I'm just a little unfamiliar." He continued to tweak the strings.

Wu Zhizhi asked: "Can you play the electronic piano too?"

"Yes." Let alone electronic pianos, piano harmonica and violin are no problem.

"Awesome." She gave a thumbs up and looked at his mini electronic piano, "Do you have your own score? Let's listen?"

"Yes, yes, but using this piano to play will not sound that good."

"It's okay, I just want to hear it."

"Then... OK." He hesitated for a moment, found the piano score in the computer, pulled out one casually, and showed her the mini electronic piano in front of him.

The slender fingers fell on the black and white keys, making a crisp tinging sound.

The rhythm is very slow and sad, but it has a faint touch that holds people's heartstrings.

Wu Zhizhi felt that his whole heart was lifted by his melody, and his whole body was filled with goose bumps that were so cold that he could get.

He turned his head, the black under his eyes was thick like ink, calm and unable to distinguish between joy and anger.

I usually look at a very arrogant person, but I didn’t expect that the music score I wrote was so sad and sad.

Until the end of the song, she didn't say anything. Maybe it was because his music rendering atmosphere was too strong, and she was in a state of loneliness and didn't know what to say.

He turned his head, his lips curled up and said, "How is it?"

She reacted back and the two of them had a pair of eyes, and they were never as quiet and close as ever.

She blinked her eyes involuntarily, and her heartbeat became wild, "It's very good."

"Is that?" He curled his lips with a faint expression. "This is the first song I have written."

"The first song? When was it written?"

“14 years old.”

"You can write songs at such a young age?"

"My grandma was a singer when she was young. She secretly nurtured me since she was a child and said that I had a talent for music."

"Why do you need to secretly?"

"Because singers are something that cannot be played in the eyes of my grandmother's mother-in-law, she has not been able to show her singing voice since she married into the Lu family. Her son Lu Zhengmin inherited her grandfather and had no talent for music. But I have it from generation to generation, so she secretly trained me."

"It sounds like, your relationship with your grandparents is pretty good?"

"Yeah." Lu Yanshi's expression was a little silent when he mentioned his deceased grandparents, "I grew up with my grandparents since I was a child. My father and my mother could only see them at the reunion dinner table on New Year's Eve before I was fifteen."

They each have their own careers. Although Xu Man was not born well, she had a tenacious and unyielding spirit. She came out of a small place and passed five passes and killed six generals. The pheasant transformed into a golden phoenix and successfully jumped onto the branches and became the daughter-in-law of the Lu family. After that, she obtained the huge amount of funds she longed for, and since then she started a golden life and became a powerful iron lady in the business world.

Many people told him that Xu Man didn't love him, and the reason why she gave birth to him was just to marry into the Lu family and for the money of the Lu family.

"They are all very busy?"

Wu Zhizhi's words pulled back his thoughts, and Lu Yanshi nodded, "Yes."

"What about your grandparents now?"

"Diet."

Wu Zhizhi was shocked.

Lu Yanshi pursed his lips, "After my grandma passed away, I wrote this song."

It turns out that it has this meaning. No wonder she thinks this song is so sad. It turns out that it is to commemorate grandma.

She said, "You played it nicely just now."

He smiled, "Can you be more sincere when speaking praise?"

"I'm telling the truth, I really play it very well. I know a little about the piano, but it's not as good as you."

"Really? How do you do? Then should you come and try it?" He gave up his seat.

Wu Zhizhi didn't want to show off her ugly things at first, but she didn't want the atmosphere to be so melancholy, so she walked over and sat on the stool he gave out, looked up at him, and coughed pretentiously twice, "Then I'm going to start, are you ready to listen carefully?"

"It's ready." He pulled over a stool and sat next to her. "You bounce and let me admire the teacher's style."

He called this title on purpose.

The last time I taught him how to do gymnastics... I was teased to be so decent.

Thinking of this, Wu Zhizhi's face was a little awkward, and then she looked like an old god, coughed twice, "Come on, follow Teacher Wu to create a peak again."

The fingers fell, and a cheerful song "Two Tigers" popped up.
To be continued...