On Saturday, March 28, the weather is cloudy, and the Legend of the Condor Heroes will be released in the 38th chapter of the "Tip and Secret Order".

After breakfast, Zhang Yang walked out of the house as usual. His parents thought he went to the library again and did not ask about it. Naturally, they didn't know that after he walked out of the community, he did not go to the library, but took Bus No. 14 in the opposite direction.

There were many people on the weekend, and Zhang Yang found a place with fewer people to stand still. He felt the phone in his pocket shook. He took it out and took it and looked at it. It was a message Lin Yiran had just sent: "Have you set off?"

“Just boarding the bus.”

"You're almost here to tell me that I'll pick you up."

"No need to worry, just tell me the door sign."

“No. 11.”

""ok""

Zhang Yang replied with a gesture, thought about it and asked again: "Don't your parents be at home?"

""doubt""

"It's okay, just confirm."

Buying a piano is unrealistic, but I really can't think of where to find a piano. In desperation, Zhang Yang had to find Lin Yiran.

The two have a good relationship recently, and the atmosphere of getting along is more natural than before last year's confession. However, under normal circumstances, even if Lin Yi finally agreed, he would have some concerns.

However, Aunt Kong has something to do to return to her hometown these days. Lin Canghai is in the capital. Her mother has a job on the weekend and has no worries. After hearing him, Lin Yiran hesitated and agreed.

To be honest, Zhang Yang's original intention is to find someone when her parents are not at home, otherwise she wouldn't have the courage to enter the house.

About half an hour, the bus station "Qingshan Lake" got off the bus and looked up. The originally adjacent green mountains and lakes were separated by a four-lane highway stretching to the end of the forest in the distance. The green mountains on the left are dyed green, and the lake waves on the right are vast. The willows on the lake shore are green and swaying in the wind. The forests are mixed with blooming camellias, apricot blossoms and early peach blossoms, and the faint fragrance of flowers spreads with the wind.

The weather is not clear, but after all, there are still many people coming here to visit on weekends.

Zhang Yang opened the map of his mobile phone and confirmed the direction. He walked along a fork on the road beside the lake shore to the depths of the forest, about thirty or forty meters. Another fork on his right side appeared. A piece of bluestone stood in the woods on the roadside, with four bright red characters written on it: Qinglong Villa.

Zhang Yang tsk twice and walked past Dashi. In front of him was the entrance to the villa area. When the guard saw someone coming, he came forward to ask. When Zhang Yang said No. 11, he asked again that his surname was Zhang, and pointed out the direction and let him in.

Zhang Yang was a little strange. He thought that the management of entry and exit here was so strict, so he didn't need to register or confirm. After asking, he found out that Lin Yiran had called in advance to notify him.

He entered through the gate, walked through the creek trestle surrounding the villa area, and soon found Lin Yiran's house. She was already waiting in front of the door. At this time, the spring was chilly, especially without sunlight, and there was still a chill in the air. She was wearing an apricot knitted skirt and a light pink coat. She saw Zhang Yang from afar, smiled at each other from afar, and waved her hand gently.

Seeing Zhang Yang approaching, she smiled proudly and said, "Is my time accurate?"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "It's quite accurate."

It was a bit pretentious to come to her house this time. After Lin Yiran had thought about the opening ceremony, he didn't know what to say for a moment, so he led him into the yard. Zhang Yang looked at the flowers and plants in the yard, then looked at the three-story villa in front of him, and smiled and said, "I had known that your family was rich, but I still didn't expect it to be so rich."

Lin Yiran glanced at him, stepped onto the steps, raised his hand to open the door, and replied with his back to him: "This has nothing to do with me."

“That’s even more enviable.”

Zhang Yang understood her concerns, but he could not say that he had achieved anything in his previous life. It was somewhat considered a waste of money. Due to the God of Luo, he faced an unprecedented survival crisis in this world. However, with Su Hui’s treasure as the foundation, he still had a certain degree of confidence, and he would not be imbalanced in his mentality or fearfulness when he saw that her family was rich.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "My biggest wish is to be a rich second generation. Of course, three generations and four generations are OK, but fortunately it is not. Otherwise, he would probably become the kind of playboy in the news who is ignorant and irrational and acts nonsense, and he will definitely not be as outstanding as he is now."

"You are so shameless!"

Lin Yiran couldn't help laughing and glanced at him with his eyes wide open, "But the rich second generation has no chance, can you become the richest generation."

"I think so too. If I can't be a rich second generation, I have to reluctantly be his father."

Lin Yiran took a pair of disposable slippers and Zhang Yang took them. While changing them, he secretly thanked that he had stinky feet in both lives. He was cured by his unbearable mother in high school in his previous life. His living conditions are good in this life, and his mother has the heart and energy to pay attention to these things. Before he graduated from elementary school, he treated him as soon as he showed his power.

The method is actually simple. Like most people, his feet are odor mainly because of the cause of sweating, and it will be enough to spray alcohol disinfectant for a period of time.

After changing into slippers, Zhang Yang followed Lin Yiran to the third floor, walked through the small living room, and came to the piano room. Zhang Yang walked in and saw that he couldn't help but say "Wow" and "So big?"

The piano room in front of me should be made up of two rooms. The visual area should be about fifty square meters. There is a grand piano in it, which is dark and bright, and it is extremely atmospheric. There are short tables on the inside, short tables are covered with straw mats, chess boards and chess boxes are placed on the table, and there is a guzheng and a violin in the corner of the wall on the right. There is also a bamboo piccolo and a long flute hanging on the wall.

"You know how to hear a lot, but you haven't heard it."

“Some of them are my mom’s.”

Lin Yiran explained, walked to the piano, turned around and asked, "Why do you remember to learn music?"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Actually, I have been studying for a long time, but I am a relatively low-key person and have never told anyone about it."

Lin Yiran let out a whistle and asked him to sit down in front of the piano. Zhang Yang did not move, and asked awkwardly: "I want to go to the bathroom, is it convenient?"

“Turn left is it.”

Zhang Yang went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then came back to sit down in front of the piano.

During this period, he studied music theory very seriously, had a solid foundation, long and flexible fingers, and was not bad at hardware and software, but his fingering was not quick to achieve in a short period of time. Lin Yiran was giving advice and found him an introductory song bullet.

Zhang Yang practiced honestly as she told him. I wonder if his musical talent has also improved with his sense of music. During the practice, he could clearly feel that he made rapid progress.

After Zhang Yang played the short piece fluently, Lin Yiran looked at him suspiciously for a while, "Is it really the first time you played the piano?"

Zhang Yang looked at her and then sighed, "Since you have seen it, I won't hide it."

Lin Yiran opened his bright eyes, but listened to him continue, "I am indeed a rare musical genius. Don't say it's you, now even I am a little doubtful if I have learned piano before."

Lin Yiran stared at him unhappily, exhaled from his nostrils, and lifted his hands subconsciously, as if he wanted to hit someone, but he let it go, and said slightly angrily: "I'm talking about it, you are quite talented, but the more you do this, the less you can't be lazy. In the words of the teacher who taught me piano, if you want to build a tall building, you have to work hard on the foundation."

Zhang Yang shouted and said with a smile: "Listen to this, the teacher who taught you piano at the beginning also praised you for your talent?"

Lin Yiran pursed a smile on the corner of his lips, glanced at him, raised his snow-white chin and looked elsewhere, "You guessed that, I am not as shameless as you praise myself."

"That's because I've been praising you."

Zhang Yang couldn't help but complain, "If you praise me as much as I praise you, I will praise me a few words. Do I need to open my mouth?"

Lin Yiran blushed a little and wanted to say something. He held back and didn't say anything. He paused, and he felt as if he was wronged but didn't dare to say it. He hummed in a dull voice, and he was silent and said to himself: "Why am I to praise you..."

There was no sound of the piano, and the empty piano room was very quiet. Zhang Yang could hear it naturally, and he complained: "Then why don't you say that you won't let me praise you?"

Lin Yiran glared at him with some shame and anger, then raised his hand and clenched it into a fist, looking at him trying to punch his head twice, but after a moment of swaying, he still retracted it and raised his voice: "Don't be distracted, practice the piano seriously!"

It's quite a bit strict.

Zhang Yang practiced this song with very low difficulty again as she asked. Lin Yiran didn't allow him to rush to speed up, so he just played it honestly again and again, which was very boring.

I don’t remember how many times I played it. After a while of rest, Lin Yiran finally changed his song. The difficulty increased sharply. Zhang Yang felt happy and finally no longer so bored.

At noon, even though Zhang Yang's hands and ten fingers had been experiencing the continuous training of typing during this period of standard fingering, he felt his fingers sore and soft, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Lin Yiran could see and hear it, and she felt tired while standing beside her, so she looked at the clock on the wall and asked Zhang Yang to rest, and walked out of the piano room herself.

Zhang Yang stood up, followed him out with his fingers moving, and saw Lin Yiran turning around and going downstairs, and asked loudly, "What are you doing?"

"Take your phone and just wait for me on it."

Zhang Yang returned to the piano room, so he naturally didn't want to touch the piano anymore. He walked to the straw mat inside and sat down. It was almost twelve o'clock. He called his mother with his cell phone and said he would not go back at noon.

Just as Lin Yiran was about to hang up the phone, she walked in and saw him making a phone call, but she didn't make a sound. She walked closer and sat cross-legged across from him through the shorter table.

Zhang Yang hung up the phone, Lin Yiran handed him his cell phone and said, "My mother and Aunt Kong are not around, no one is cooking. Look at what you want to eat, I will call the restaurant to send it here."

Zhang Yang took the phone and looked at it. Seeing that it was a restaurant menu, he glanced at it, but didn't say anything, and looked up at Lin Yiran.

Lin Yiran blinked, and the meaning of inquiry appeared in Mingjing's eyes.

"actually……"
Chapter completed!