Low Key Star

  Chapter 55 [055] Rich Second Generation His Father

  March 28th, Saturday, the weather was cloudy, and the thirty-eighth chapter of "The Secret Order of the Condor" was published.

  After breakfast, Zhang Yang walked out of the house as usual. His parents thought he was going to the library again, and didn't ask. Naturally, they didn't know that after he left the community, he didn't go to the library, but took the No. 14 bus in the opposite direction.

  There were a lot of people on the weekend, so Zhang Yang found a place where there were few people and stood still. He felt that the phone in his pocket vibrated. He took it out and looked at it. It was a message from Lin Yiran just now: "Are you leaving?"

   "Just got on the bus."

   "You are coming soon, tell me, I will pick you up."

   "Don't bother, just tell me the house number."

"number 11."

   ""OK""

   Zhang Yang returned a gesture, thought for a while and asked again: "Aren't your parents at home?"

   ""doubt""

   "It's okay, just make sure."

  It is unrealistic to buy a piano, but he really can’t think of where to find a piano. In desperation, Zhang Yang had no choice but to find Lin Yiran.

  The relationship between the two has been good recently, and the atmosphere of getting along with each other is more natural than before the confession last year. However, under normal circumstances, even if Lin still agrees in the end, he still has some concerns.

  But these days Aunt Kong has something to go back to his hometown, Lin Canghai is in the capital, and his mother has a job on weekends, so there is no worries.

  Honestly speaking, Zhang Yang's original intention was to find a time when her parents were not at home, otherwise she really wouldn't have the guts to enter the house.

About half an hour later, the bus called "Qingshan Lake" and Zhang Yang got off the bus. Looking around, the adjacent green hills and the lake were separated by a four-lane road stretching to the end of the forest in the distance. The green hills on the left were dyed green , the lake on the right is vast, and the weeping willows on the lakeshore are green and swaying with the wind. The trees are mixed with blooming camellias, apricot blossoms and early peach blossoms, and the faint fragrance of flowers diffuses with the wind.

  The weather is not sunny, but after all, on weekends, there are still many people who come here to play.

Zhang Yang opened the map on his mobile phone, and after confirming the direction, he walked along a fork in the lakeshore to the depths of the forest. About thirty to forty meters, another fork appeared on the right hand side. There was a bluestone standing in the forest beside the road, with four bright red characters written on it: Qinglong Villa.

  Zhang Yang clicked his tongue twice, walked past the boulder, and the entrance of the villa area was in front of him. Seeing someone coming, the gate guard took the initiative to ask. Hearing that Zhang Yang said the number 11, and asked his surname Zhang, he pointed out the direction and let him in.

   Zhang Yang was a little strange on the contrary. He thought that the access control here was so strict, but there was no need to register or confirm. After questioning, he found out that Lin Yiran had already called in advance.

He entered through the gate, walked across the creek trestle that surrounded the villa area, and soon found Lin Yiran's house. She was already waiting in front of the door. A blue knitted skirt, covered with a light pink coat, saw Zhang Yang from a distance, smiled at each other from a distance, and waved his hands lightly.

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

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

It was somewhat presumptuous to come to her house this time, Lin still thought about what to say, and led him into the courtyard, Zhang Yang looked at the flowers and plants in the courtyard, then looked at the three-story villa in front of him, and said with a smile : "I knew your family was rich, but I still didn't expect to be so rich."

  Lin still gave him a sideways glance, stepped up the steps, raised his hand to open the door, and replied with his back: "It 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. He was more or less a self-made man. Because of Luoshen, he faced an unprecedented survival crisis in this world. However, with Su Hui's treasure as a foundation, he still had a certain degree of confidence. Seeing that her family is rich will not make her mentally unbalanced or timid.

Zhang Yang said with a smile: "My biggest wish is to be a rich second generation, of course third and fourth generations are also fine, but fortunately not, otherwise most of them will become the kind of ignorant dudes in the news who do everything wrong, definitely not as good as they are now .”

   "You have a thick skin!"

  Lin still couldn't help laughing, and gave him a wide look, "But the rich second generation has no chance, you can become the rich generation."

   "I think so too. I can't be a rich second generation, so I have to resign myself to being a rich second generation and his father."

Lin Yiran took a pair of disposable slippers, and Zhang Yang took them. While putting them on, he secretly rejoiced that he had foot odor in two lifetimes, and he was cured by his unbearable mother when he was in high school in his previous life. I have the mind and energy to pay attention to these things. Before I graduated from elementary school, my stinky feet just showed their power, so I cured him.

  The method is actually simple. Like most of them, foot odor is mainly caused by sweating and attracting bacteria. Spray it with alcohol disinfectant for a period of time.

   After changing into slippers, Zhang Yang followed Lin Yiran up to the third floor, walked through the small living room, and came to the piano room. Zhang Yang walked in and took a look, and couldn't help but "wow", "It's so big?"

The piano room in front of me should be made up of two rooms, with a visual area of ​​about 50 square meters. There is a grand piano in the middle, which is dark and bright, and it is very atmospheric. There are straw mats, a chessboard and a chess box on the table, a guzheng and a violin in the corner on the right side, and a bamboo piccolo and a long flute hanging on the wall.

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

   "Some belong to my mother."

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

  Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Actually, I have been learning it for a long time, but I am relatively low-key and haven't told anyone about it."

  Lin Yiran snorted and asked him to sit down in front of the piano, but Zhang Yang didn't move, and asked with some embarrassment: "I want to go to the bathroom, is it convenient?"

   "Turn left."

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

During this period of time, he studied music theory very seriously, with a solid foundation, slender and flexible fingers, and good hardware and software, but **** cannot be done in a short time. .

   Zhang Yang practiced honestly according to her instructions. I don't know if his musical talent has also improved with his sense of music. During the practice, he can clearly feel the rapid progress.

  After Zhang Yang played the short piece of music fluently, Lin still looked at him suspiciously for a while, "Is this really your first time playing the piano?"

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

  Lin still opened his eyes brightly, but he continued: "I am indeed a rare musical genius, not to mention you, now even I myself doubt whether I have learned piano before."

Lin still stared at him angrily, exhaled from his nostrils, raised his hand subconsciously, as if he wanted to hit someone, but put it down again, and said slightly annoyed: "Speak up, you are quite talented , but the more this is the case, the more you can’t be lazy, in the words of the teacher who taught me the piano, if you want to build a tall building, you have to work **** the foundation.”

  Zhang Yang let out a "yow" and said with a smile, "Listen, the teacher who taught you the piano also praised you for your talent?"

  Lin still pursed his lips with a smile, glanced at him, raised his snow-white chin slightly and looked away, "You guessed it, I'm not as cheeky as you to brag about myself."

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

   Zhang Yang couldn't help complaining, "If you are as fine as I praise you, just praise me, do I need to open my mouth?"

Lin still blushed a little, wanted to say something, but held back and paused for a while, as if he had been wronged and dared not say anything, he hummed sullenly, his voice was unrecognizable, as light as talking to himself: " Why should I praise you..."

   There was no sound of the piano, and the empty piano room was extremely quiet. Zhang Yang could hear it naturally, and complained: "Then why don't you tell me to praise you?"

Lin still gave him a shy look, raised his hand again, and clenched it into a fist, looking like he wanted to punch him twice on the head, but he waved it back and raised his voice: "Don't be distracted!" , Practice the piano seriously!"

   She looks like a strict teacher.

   Zhang Yang re-practiced this low-difficulty piece according to her request, but Lin still didn't allow him to speed up in a hurry, so he played it again and again honestly, which was very boring.

  I don’t even remember how many times I played it. After resting for a while, Lin Yiran finally changed the song for him, and the difficulty increased sharply. Zhang Yang felt happy on the contrary, and finally he was no longer so boring.

   So it was noon, even Zhang Yang's hands and ten fingers had experienced the constant tempering of standard **** and typing during this period, and he felt his fingers were sore and very uncomfortable.

  Lin could still see and hear it, and she felt tired even standing by, so she looked at the wall clock on the wall, let Zhang Yang rest, and walked out of the piano room by herself.

   Zhang Yang got up, moved his fingers and followed out, just as Lin Yiran turned and went downstairs, he raised his voice and asked, "Why are you going?"

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

   Zhang Yang returned to the piano room, naturally he didn’t want to touch the piano anymore, so he went inside and sat down on the straw mat. It was almost twelve o’clock, and he called his mother with his mobile phone, saying that he would not go back at noon.

  Just as he was about to hang up the phone, Lin still walked in. Seeing him on the phone, he approached quietly without making a sound, and sat cross-legged across from him across a short table.

   Zhang Yang hung up the phone, Lin Yiran handed him his mobile phone, and said: "My mother and Aunt Kong are not here, and no one is cooking. You can see what you want to eat. I will call the restaurant to deliver it."

  Zhang Yang took the phone and glanced at it. Seeing that it was a restaurant menu, he glanced at it twice and looked up at Lin Yiran without saying a word.

  Lin still blinked, with a questioning look in his clear eyes.

"actually…"

   Zhang Yang showed an expression that I didn't want to say, but there was no other way at the moment, and he had no choice but to say, "I can cook."

  (end of this chapter)