Was she spoiled by her nanny?

When Ye Qing saw Tong Huan playing the piano, she was also stunned. Wasn't it said that Tong Huan came from the countryside and couldn't play the piano?

In her resume yesterday, Tong Huan did not write piano as one of her hobbies.

But now, listening to the piano music played by Tong Huan, it sounded like heavenly music to Ye Qing. She played it so well!

Beautiful melody flows from the piano, the clear and bright sound is like jade tapping in the wind.

Ye Tingshen, who came later, was also amazed by this scene.

The girl was sitting behind the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a blue and white summer school uniform. The afterglow of the setting sun cast a silhouette of her slender figure on the wall. Her slender swan neck and slender fingers moving nimbly on the piano keys looked like a wonderful photographic work of light and shadow.

As for Xi Jing, he was completely shocked.

Tong Huan's appearance completely subverted the image of her in his eyes.

That------that is------Tong Huan?

Xi Jing just stood there in disbelief.

Suddenly, a key seemed to freeze, and the smooth music stopped instantly.

I don’t know what happened, but Tong Huan felt like her whole body was stuck as if her acupoints were pressed, and the fingers of her right hand began to spasm uncontrollably. She was in an inexplicable state of fear.

Ye Tingshen stood behind, just looking at Tong Huan's slender back, he could also feel the girl's panic at that moment.

"what happened?"

"The rhythm was just wrong."

"No, you played very well just now."

"No, I feel like the whole piece doesn't go smoothly and I didn't play it well." Tong Huan's voice trembled a little, as if she had made some big mistake.

Xi Jing: “------”

At this moment, the huge impact of the reversal came towards Xi Jing like a tidal wave.

Because Xi Jing has always believed that Tong Huan was raised in the countryside and has little education, so she definitely doesn't have any talent.

But in his ears, who had little artistic training, the level of Tong Huan's piano playing had already reached the level of a concert performance.

But why was Tong Huan still talking seriously and annoyedly about not playing well?

"Oh my god, you can't even play it well? Then what should a truly good performance be like? Do you have to be so Versailles? You're simply not a human being!"

His muttering naturally fell into the ears of Ye Qing who was standing next to him. "Ha, Assistant Xi, are you stupid? Can't you see that the girl did this on purpose to attract Mr. Ye's attention! Idiot!"

Xi. Idiot. Jing, suddenly felt like everyone in the world was wise but I was the only one who was stupid. "Really? Are girls nowadays so good at flirting with handsome guys?"

However, Xi.Bendan.Jing still couldn't figure it out, because Tong Huan grew up in the countryside. How could someone who couldn't even pay for high school have extra financial resources to learn the piano?

You know, piano is an art for the nobility. A good piano costs at least millions, and even the worst one costs at least tens of thousands!

Even if you buy a piano, you need a big enough place to put it! Then the house should be big enough.

As for hiring a piano teacher, one lesson would cost at least several hundred yuan.

Tong Huan was able to learn to play the piano.

It was also impossible for the Jiang family. After all, it had only been less than a month since the Jiang family brought Tong Huan back home. It was impossible for them to train Tong Huan to this level in such a short time.

Xi.Stupid.Jing felt that he was really a fool.

No wonder, he has remained single until now because of his own strength.

Looking at Mr. Ye, he only admired Tong Huan's piano playing skills, not was shocked.

However, if Tong Huan can really seduce Mr. Ye, that would be a good thing. After all, Mr. Ye has been looking forward to it for a long time.

Mr. Ye is over 80 years old and he hopes to see his grandson get married and have children while he is still alive.

Poor old man.

Without waiting for Xi Jing to say more, Ye Qing put her elbow around Xi Jing's neck and dragged him out of the room. "If you want Mr. Ye to find a partner, then stop being a light bulb here. You're an eyesore!"

Ye Qing closed the door with a bang.

Ye Ting glanced back out of the corner of his eye, but didn't pay too much attention to the actions of Xi Jing and Ye Qing.

His deep gaze fell on Tong Huan's spasming right hand.

Tong Huan seemed to be aware of his intense gaze and covered her right hand with her left hand.

Unexpectedly, after a lifetime, the pain of being hit on the hands with a blackboard teaching stick by Luo Meilan in the previous life still remained in her bone marrow. When she played the wrong rhythm, the knuckles that were hit would still involuntarily spasm in pain.

Such psychological sequelae caused her to fail even the first level when Luo Meilan took her to take the piano exam; and she never dared to play the piano in front of others.

When she realized there was someone behind her, she couldn't play the guitar anymore.

My eyes also felt sore involuntarily at this moment.

It's also an attempt to cover up something.

Ye Tingshen reached out and grasped her wrist, forcibly moving her left hand away, "Has your right hand ever been injured?"

On the surface, her palms were slender and soft as if they had no bones, her fingers were long and thin, and there were not many obvious scars.

But the tendons on the back of my hand were twitching, and it was painful to watch.

Tong Huan said: "It's okay, I'm just nervous."

"Don't be nervous, you play very well, there is no problem with your technique at all."

Ye Ting squatted in front of her, looking at her level. He had been in a high position for a long time, so even though his eyes were indifferent, they naturally carried a firm strength.

Tong Huan thought that Mr. Ye was truly a gentleman.

Tong Huan's love for piano can be traced back to preschool, when Tong Hongmei worked as a cleaner in a kindergarten.

Of course Tong Hongmei didn't have the money to let her go to kindergarten, but when she was cleaning the kindergarten, she let her sit on the steps and play.

Tong Huan listened to the sound of the piano coming from the classroom and thought it was very nice.

Once, a teacher saw Tong Huan crawling and rolling on the ground, so he carried her into the classroom and let her sit with other children.

She looked at the teacher sitting in front of the piano and playing the piano gracefully. It seemed as if a holy light was falling on the teacher, so beautiful.

The melody of the music played by the teacher at that time was also deeply imprinted in Tong Huan's mind.

Tong Huan has forgotten many things from her preschool years, but this scene often flashes in her dreams. When she was a child, Tong Huan's biggest wish was to become a beautiful and gentle person like the kindergarten teacher.

This is Tong Huan’s original intention for learning piano.

But now, Tong Huan looked at her right hand spasming uncontrollably, as if her dream had been ruined.

Even if I were to start over again in this life, would I be unable to get rid of this shadow?

"Um, have you found a piano teacher?" Tong Huan pulled her hand back with great effort, looked at Ye Tingshen and said, "I have an unwelcome request, that is, can you tell the piano teacher not to hit my hand when I play the wrong note?"

Ye Ting's eyes, as dark as the sea, reflected her panic at the moment, "Why, is it because someone hit your hand when you were learning piano before?"

Tong Huan lowered her head and remained silent.

After all, it was something that happened in her previous life. How should she explain it to him?

Even if you tell them this kind of thing, they won't believe it.

"No, I'm just scared."

"You don't have to be afraid, because I am your piano teacher." Ye Tingshen's usually sharp eyes now showed a hint of tenderness.