King Jack Sue

There is no sound at the end of the song.

Gu Xuan slowly withdrew her hands from the keyboard.

"It's really nice." After a while, Yan Ci finally spoke.

"The first time I heard this song "LuvLetter" was when I was in high school. Our female music teacher is very talented. She played this song for us in the first music class of the first year of high school. It amazed the whole class." Gu Xuan said slowly: "I like listening to piano music very much, and I like the pure and clean feeling in piano music, but there is an indescribable loneliness in many pure and clean piano music, such as Wada Kaoru's "Thinking of Tan Poetry", so sometimes the more I listen to it, the more lonely I become. But this "LuvLetter" rarely makes me feel warm, so when I first heard it, I wanted to learn it."

"I see." Yan Ci nodded.

"Can you play the piano?" Gu Xuan asked.

"will not."

"Have you been in touch before?"

"No."

"Have you learned any other music?"

"Never."

"Would you like to try it?"

Yan Ci thought for a while: "Okay."

Gu Xuan stepped aside and stood beside, while Yan Ci sat on the chair.

Looking at the beautiful and neat row of black and white piano keys, Yan Ci put his hands up and then retracted them. After pondering for a while, he didn't know where to start, so he could only ask Gu Xuan for help with a little embarrassment: "This... how to do it?"

It was the first time to see Yan Ci's expression of bewilderment, he was confused and cute, Gu Xuan smiled inwardly: "Have you ever studied music theory?"

Yan Ci blushed: "Cough, no..."

The corners of Gu Xuan's lips twitched slightly, and he looked at him and said, "Every piece of music has its own tune, ranging from A to G, sometimes with rising and falling tunes, and each tune has its own scale, a total of eight tunes. a voice."

Seeing Yan Ci's bewildered expression, Gu Xuan reached out to a set of keyboards: "Look at the black keys on this piano, they are all in groups of three and then in groups of two, right?"

"Correct."

"There are three white keyboards under the left black keys of these two groups, and the leftmost white keyboard is a duo in the key of C." Gu Xuan pressed down lightly with his thumb, and the elegant and pure piano sound came out.

"Then the keyboard on the right, ri." Gu Xuan pressed the keyboard again.

"Followed by mi."

"Then the ones on their right are fa, so, la, xi, duo," Gu Xuan said and played each syllable: "The last duo is just at the first white key under the next group of black keys, and I pressed it at the beginning. The first sound is the same, but the pitch is higher than the first one. Such a group of sounds from low to high and then back to the original sound is called a scale."

"So the notes in each song are produced by the notes on the scale. Can the scale be the basis of playing music?" Yan Ci asked while thinking.

"Yes."

"This is the scale in the key of C, what about the other keys?"

"The ri in the key of C is the duo in the key of D, the mi is the duo in the key of E, and the fa is the duo in the key of F. If you push it down in this order, the following notes are the duo in the key of GAB." Gu Xuan was still talking Pressing the keys, Yan Ci looked at his hand while listening, only felt that the hand was flexible and slender, unbelievably good-looking, and the syllables he pressed were also exceptionally beautiful.

"And the other notes of these keys have also been pushed back one key, and some of the notes are on the black keys. Do you understand now?"

"Roughly understood."

"You can try the C key scale first, which is the most basic scale. I'll play it slowly so you can see my fingering clearly."

"it is good."

Sure enough, Gu Xuan played very slowly, but she didn't feel stiff and slow at all, the sound of the piano was still flowing smoothly like flowing water.

Yan Ci could see his fingering clearly, and also his hands, which were both soft and firm, like white jade.

Jade is cold, or hot, what will it feel like to touch?

Yan Ci was a little dazed thinking about it, but unexpectedly stretched out his hand and gently covered Gu Xuan's fingers.

Unfamiliar warmth makes people feel distracted.

"... Yan Ci."

Yan Ci came back to his senses, only to realize what he had done, coughed dryly and quickly stopped: "Cough, I'm sorry, Senior Gu, I just..."

It's just that your hands are so beautiful I want to touch them

Yan Ci, are you a pervert?

While Yan Ci complained in his heart, he spun his brain rapidly in order to think of a better excuse to cover up this perverted act.

"just what"

"only……"

"Hand out."

"Ah?" Yan Ci didn't react, and looked up at him.

Gu Xuan's tone was flat, but his eyes were slightly curved, no matter how you looked at it, he looked like he was smiling.

"I said, hold out your hand."

Yan Ci stretched out his hand without knowing why, and Gu Xuan held his fingertips and looked at him carefully: "Your hands are pretty, they have my demeanor."

... If there is no last half of the sentence, this sentence would be perfect.

"It's just missing something."

"thing"

Gu Xuan slightly raised his eyes to look at Yan Ci, the smile in his eyes seemed to be stained with starlight, Yan Ci's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.

This is not the first time Yan Ci has seen this kind of eyes. In the lecture hall of the school and in Catherine's western restaurant, Gu Xuan has looked at him with such eyes, but this time the eyes are more direct and strong than the previous two times.

He wanted to look away and not make contact with Gu Xuan's gaze, but the other party's gaze was too focused, like a magnet firmly attracting him, and he couldn't even move.

The palms were slightly itchy, it was Gu Xuan who was writing with the fingers of the other hand, stroke by stroke, carefully and meticulously.

The tingling sensation spreads, making people want to escape, and the touch of the palm of the hand is a little more confusing and lingering.

Yan Ci has been looking at Gu Xuan, unable to see the strokes on his hand, only to feel them carefully.

vertical……

horizontal fold...

horizontal……

horizontal……

There are more and more strokes, and the font is more and more complete.

Yan Ci choked for breath, this word... this word...

The last stroke, the end of the word, and the hand of the person.

Xuan.

Gu Xuan's Xuan.

Yan Ci stood there in a daze, at a loss.

His hands trembled slightly, as did his heart, and so did his voice.

"Senior..."

"Ah."

"Why... why did you write this word?"

"Yan Ci," Gu Xuan leaned slightly to look into Yan Ci's eyes, there was a ray of heat in his eyes that he didn't even notice: "Because..."

Yan Ci waited for his answer, but was a little afraid of his answer.

"because……"

"Bang bang bang—" A sudden knock on the door interrupted Gu Xuan's words: "How are you two students, the piano shop is about to close."

The original atmosphere was completely destroyed, and the two pulled away to varying degrees. Yan Ci didn't want to ask, and Gu Xuan didn't plan to talk anymore.

"Okay, we'll come out right away." After replying, Gu Xuan straightened up, regained her usual indifferent expression, and said to Yan Ci, "Let's go."

Yan Ci was restless and responded perfunctorily.