The sweet smell of citrus

The sound of the piano became more cheerful the more I listened to it. What happened to this child at school today?

Chapter 40 You Play the Piano, I Dance

Cheng Weiguo stood at the door of the piano room, watched for a while, and found that today's daughter was extremely intoxicated.

Sitting on the piano bench, fingers are flying left and right, head slightly tilted, with a peaceful and beautiful expression.

Fingers fluttered, and piano music poured out.The way she plays the piano is very much like her mother.

Boss Cheng suddenly felt a little sad in his heart.

Then Cheng Jialan stopped, and seeing her father came back, she hurriedly said, "Dad, you are back, come in!"

"What's the matter?" Cheng Weiguo tightened his suit, "You're in such a good mood today?"

"What are you talking about? I know your educational level very well! Dad, how did I play the piano just now?"

She looked forward to it, hoping to get praise from Mr. Cheng Weiguo.

"Very good, the music is cheerful and exciting, better than before, and much more flexible."

"yes!"

"Well, great progress."

Cheng Jialan's happiness is beyond words.

Cheng Weiguo was very curious, "What happened? Why did you suddenly think of playing the piano?"

"It's nothing." Cheng Jialan touched the black and white keys, stood up, and rubbed his wrist, "It's just...well, the school has a New Year's Eve party."

"Are you going to perform a show?" Isn't Lan Lan always reluctant to participate in this kind of publicity?Why are you so excited this time?

"Yes, I signed up for a program with our class monitor."

It turned out to be the case.

It turned out that there was another matter about that student Song.

It's sore, my daughter can't control it by herself, and she is more active every time she is treated by others, but that child is also very good, the more you lead her, the better.

"That's pretty good."

"Well, she will come to the house tomorrow, and we need to discuss the specific format of the program together."

Cheng Weiguo snorted, and then asked with concern: "Should I ask Lao Chen to drive and pick up your classmate? It's quite cold in winter, and your classmate's home seems to be some distance away from here, and it's not very convenient to take the subway."

"Yeah! I also find it inconvenient!" Cheng Jialan has been to Song Yi's place before, and Song Yi's house is a short distance from their house, and the subway is not direct, so I have to take a bus, "I wanted to go. Picked her up, but she said it would be too much trouble for us... she had to come by herself."

Cheng Jialan was a little confused, pouted, and murmured: "It's not so troublesome to pick up things by the way."

And she's happy to pick it up, okay?

Compared with Cheng Jialan, Cheng Weiguo thought more. He had read Song Yi's profile from the principal before. This girl...'s family background is not very good, and her growth environment is also somewhat complicated.

Children who grow up in such an environment will inevitably be more sensitive.

"Since the little classmate wants to come by herself, let her come." Cheng Weiguo made a suggestion, "You prepare something to entertain, and treat your classmate well tomorrow."

"Also, it's very late now. If you have nothing to do, you should go to bed early. You have to get up early tomorrow."

"!"

Also.

After getting down from the piano and chatting for a few days, the drowsiness from the previous night's self-study finally found herself, Cheng Jialan felt that her eyelids were a little heavy, she shook her head, "Then Dad, I'm going to rest .”

"Go, stop playing with your phone, go to bed early."

Cheng Jialan, who said she would not play with her mobile phone, insisted on sending a text message to Song Yi after she got to the bedroom. She stared at her mobile phone anxiously, waiting for the text message from the other side—after you went to bed earlier, she let go of the mobile phone and lay flat on her back , into dreamland.

On the other side, Song Yi sighed slightly as he counted his few liquid funds.

In the next semester of the third year of high school, I'm afraid I don't have time to go out to work again. The school scholarship should be hinted. Going to school is not a problem, it's just——

I'm afraid it will be a tight semester.

And occasionally going out with children seems to generate some new budgets.

meditation……

Dizzy and dizzy after finishing the accounts for next semester, Song Yi went to the bathroom to wash her face. Looking at her tired self in the mirror, she half laughed and half laughed at herself. She calculated every step, but finally she was stumped by money.

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The next day.

Because her home is a bit far from Cheng Jialan's small villa, and there is no direct line, she got up early.

Going out, take the first bus at the bus station not far downstairs, transfer to the subway, and it was already 07:30 when we reached the periphery of the small villa.

The security in the villa area here is very good, Song Yi was stopped at the door.

She sent a message to Cheng Jialan. Cheng Jialan, who was preparing breakfast at home, saw her message and flew out of the house like a little butterfly.

The squad leader is here!The squad leader was actually stopped at the door!

In the distance, through the big iron gate, Cheng Jialan felt as if she saw Song Yi's silhouette standing tall, her heart thumped twice, and the speed became faster and faster.

Seeing her, the security guard asked, "Miss Cheng, there is a girl named Song Yi at the door who claims to be—"

"Yes! It's my good friend!"

"Squad leader!" She raised her hand to greet Song Yi.

Song Yi also raised his hand.