. "Can you learn it too? Well, let's see how talented you are, a stinky brat, come here."

As he said that, he led Yang Yichen back to the piano and opened the cover.

"Sing with the sound I played, do you understand what I mean? That's it," he said, and pressed a key and said with a clang "Du~~~, do you understand?"

"Understood."

According to the old man's request, Yang Yichen sang whatever he played.

As a result, before reaching two octaves, Yang Yichen could only speak in falsetto. At the beginning, the old man even went up to sing with others. The various bad habits of people who had not trained made Li Xuanxi almost crazy.

"You can live with me in the past half month and give you some lessons. At your level, don't say you learned from me when you go out!"

"No, it's so troublesome to the teacher. I'd better go back, the dean will be worried."

"What, are you afraid of? I'll eat you, don't worry, I can't die."

"Uh...I'm a little bit acquainted with the bed."

"No need to talk about it. You will go with me later. I will tell your dean."

"Forget it, if you dare to teach me, you dare to learn. At that time, you will feel that I can't support the mud, so you won't bother me." Yang Yichen had no choice but to accept his fate.

All other members of the class envied Yang Yichen, who was so fucked and had the opportunity to tutor alone, and looked like he had a bad face. Although this old man was a little fierce, he had something in his stomach. We couldn't even take out something that we were so slutty. You still had so many opinions for free, and it was so annoying to think about it.

When I arrived at the field, I was still face to face, and I had no idea how to be lazy, so I had to start learning from scratch. What is this? Tadpole? A guy who had never learned to know the music in his previous life was shot directly. You fierce old man! Can't you speak well? I just admit a few notes wrong, I'm just starting to learn!

Yang Yichen was so confused that he came to Li Xuanxi's house these days that he lived well. The old man looked like he was not a sloppy person. His wife helped him clean up. He had a completely opposite personality to him. He was very kind and felt friendly at first glance. The food he cooked was delicious. Compared with the old man Li Xuanxi, he was completely unfavorable, it was really in the sky and the ground.

Yang Yichen has never understood what the old man wants to do. He was obviously useless by what he said, but he was still so thoughtful and did not hesitate to use force to threaten him. He insisted on fucking the music theory knowledge that he obviously couldn't learn much at his age.

In fact, Li Xuanxi found that he had finally underestimated this child these days. Although he had no foundation, he learned everything quickly. The biggest problem was a bunch of bad habits that didn't know where to get it. It seemed that he had to make some effort to change the way to speak. He could understand music knowledge. He obviously just wanted him to understand, but the little guy could even get it.

Time flies very quickly, and before I knew it, I lived in the old man's house for nearly a month. Another Sunday was taken to the church as usual to watch the choir sings, which was actually just a soy sauce. After everyone was finished, Yang Yichen waited until the old man and the pastor came in talking and laughing.

"Haha, I have been learning with you Grandpa Li for a long time. Have you made any progress?" The pastor looked at Yang Yichen and asked, "When will you join the choir?" Yang Yichen just wanted to go home for dinner as soon as possible, and didn't want to pay attention to the pastor.

"Why would you let him try his clothes first? He will have to go in sooner or later." The old man seemed to be in a good mood today and actually made such a proposal. Yang Yichen felt that this sounds so wrong. What does it mean to go in sooner or later? Am I going to sell myself!

"Okay, come on, try putting on your clothes." Then he went to the wardrobe to get a choir dress.

"Try changing clothes, haha, it looks pretty pretty." The priest uncle still smiled.

He reluctantly took off his coat and changed his clothes, and the dog tag on his chest was exposed. The sharp-eyed priest uncle smiled and said, "Do you still like this kind of thing? Where did you pick it up?"

"Show me, haha, it's still the standard," he squatted beside Yang Yichen, picked up the dog tag on his chest and looked at it, "Well... Jin Inseok? Where did your dog tag come from! Tell me quickly." Li Xuanxi jumped up without any warning.

You lived with me for almost a month before you realized that I was wearing this thing on my neck? "This is what I used to adopt my grandpa."

Before he finished speaking, the old man pulled him away, "Zairen, I have something urgent to leave first, let's talk about it next time if I have something to do." As he said that, he hurried out, regardless of the reaction of the priest.
Chapter completed!