After the failed feign death of the mermaid princess

The night lights flashed by, and the elegant girl sat in the back seat of the car, looking down at the cookie in her hand.

She opened the box, took a piece and put it in her mouth.

A bang.

The girl froze.

The driver who heard the sound quickly slowed down and asked concerned, "Miss, what's wrong?"

Zhao Suyang caught the unbearable cookies with a handkerchief, the creamy sourness remained on the tip of his tongue, and replied calmly, "It's okay."

Put the remaining cookies aside.

Suddenly, I felt as if I was being played.

At the same time, Wen Man, who was promised not to tell what happened in the alley today, returned home excitedly.

The adults haven't come back yet, only sister Liu Yuan is doing homework next to the coffee table in the living room.

Liu Yuan heard footsteps, put down the fountain pen, and looked up.

The girl at the door was sweating from running, and hurriedly changed her shoes, then ran in quickly, found her own exclusive water glass like a puppy, and began to drink water with a gurgle.

After drinking, he met his own pale amber eyes.

Liu Yuan looked her up and down, there was dust on her cuffs and withered grass on her head, "Where did you go wandering?"

"No, I accidentally planted it in a bush while walking on the road." Wen Man moved over and looked at the homework book on the coffee table. Well, it was densely packed with mathematical formulas, which she couldn't understand.

Just as he was about to move away, his hand was grabbed, Liu Yuan sat beside him and asked, "What did you learn today?"

"Make cookies."

"Have you learned?"

"Yes, do you want to try my handicraft?" Wen Man's eyes sparkled.

Liu Yuan remembered the result of her first cooking, her expression changed slightly, and she politely refused, "Next time, I have a lot of homework today. How do you deal with the biscuits made at school?"

Wen Man smiled, "Give it away, she seems to like it quite a bit."

"..." Liu Yuan suddenly began to sympathize with this unknown guy, and prayed that she would not suffer from vomiting and diarrhea after eating something made by her old sister like himself.

In the quiet and luxurious villa, the crystal lamp was as bright as day, and the girl who had just finished her bath stood in front of the mirror, frowning slightly.

Then she supported the edge of the sink with one hand, and moved closer to the mirror. In the mist of water vapor, her bright red lips were slightly parted, and there was a red spot on the tip of her tongue.

The destructive power of that dark dish-cookie was far stronger than she imagined.

So that in the early morning of the next day, Zhao Suyang was sitting in the car, and seeing Wen Man chasing her sister to eat again with breakfast, the tip of his tongue, which had already felt nothing, suddenly pricked and ached.

She suddenly understood why her sister didn't like to eat the breakfast she prepared.

poisonous.

This time Wen Man successfully blocked his sister.

She grabbed Liu Yuan's sleeve and pulled her all the way to the corner of the school wall, then handed over a pair of chopsticks stiffly, "Eat."

As if going all out, Liu Yuan took the chopsticks, gritted his teeth and ate a dumpling-like dumpling.

Wen Man's culinary skills come from his family.

"Come on, you have one too." Before Liu Yuan finished eating, he helped Wen Man grab one quickly, she should have a taste of her mother's handicraft.

Wen Man has already eaten, but she doesn't mind eating some more, and as long as she can eat, she won't pick.

The twin sisters stood by the wall, and you and I ate breakfast one by one.

A cool and beautiful figure passed by.

Wen Man's eyes lit up, and with a crumbling steamed bun in his hand, he warmly invited, "Miss, please eat steamed stuffed bun!"

When Zhao Suyang heard the girl's crisp and lovely voice, the tip of his tongue froze, and then he walked over without looking sideways.

Liu Yuan saw through everything, and pulled his silly sister back, "It's just your poor and unpalatable steamed stuffed bun, people despise it, come on, eat a few more."

Wen Man was being generous with the other party's coldness, and several dry buns were stuffed into his mouth.

She looked at her sister pitifully, Liu Yuan stretched out her hand to stroke her head, and messed up her hair, "Don't be enthusiastic, that person can't be messed with, he has a deep background."

"Oh." Wen Man responded indiscriminately, swallowed the bun in his mouth, smoothed his hair, and dragged his big baggy schoolbag, "Then I'm going to school."

After that, Wen Man never saw that noble and glamorous young lady again. During this period, she learned several famous dishes, but all failed without exception.

The mid-term assessment is coming soon. Her school adopts the credit system, and the assessment is done once every semester. After passing the assessment each time, she can only get a chef certificate after graduation.

Wen Man took a deep breath, standing in the smoky kitchen, the pressure was unprecedented!

Liu Yuan crossed his arms and leaned against the kitchen door, watching her tossing there with great interest.

"Why do I feel that you chose the wrong major at the beginning?"

Wen Man drooped his head dejectedly, holding the cake that was baked into a puddle of mud in his hands, "Then what should I choose?"

"..." Liu Yuan raised his head tactically, resting his chin with his fingers, thinking seriously for a long time.

Wen Man walked up to her, held up his own cake, and said sullenly, "Do I need to think about it for so long?"

"Perhaps, you can sing? If you go to the singing competition, maybe you can make your debut."

Without even thinking about it, Wen Man waved his hand, "Pull it down, I don't know the melody."

Just have a good voice.

It happened to be the weekend, and the sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the sofa in large swaths.

Youdao's elegant and beautiful figure was leaning on it, and classical melodious music rang out in the air.

It's the cello.

Zhao Suyang opened his eyes after hearing half of it, "Whose song is it?"

"It's Schubert's Arpeggio Sonata." The white-gloved butler next to him replied respectfully.

The eldest lady changed her sitting position, "It doesn't sound like a master's hand, but it is very clever, show me the plate."

The pianist who played this world famous song is an unknown person, and the "Shuimei" on it seems to be just a stage name.

"Can you find it? I want to know this piano player."

The housekeeper spent a lot of effort, and was surprised to find that this pianist happened to be a music teacher in the best middle school in the city. He was called "Teacher Mei."

This school is indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. A year ago, Zhao Suyang rejected the aristocratic school arranged by the family, but offered to go to this century-old key middle school to study like ordinary students.

The weekend school was quiet, Liu Yuan brought Wen Man inside.

"Let me introduce to you a music teacher in our school. She plays the cello very well and can write songs." Walking through the campus's densely shaded wisteria promenade, Liu Yuan talked eloquently. At an art festival, Liu Yuan sang on stage A song made the music teacher notice her.

Aiwujiwu, every time Teacher Mei has a new song, she will call Liuyuan over, let her appreciate it, and then teach her patiently, even though Liuyuan is already a senior high school student with heavy workload, she will still call her over.

Liu Yuan knows music, and this talent seems to be branded in his bones, which cannot be ignored.

The Western-style music building is hidden under the shade, and the low and melodious sound of the cello can be heard in the quiet.

Liu Yuan motioned Wen Man to stop and listen with him.

Elegant music filled the air, and Wen Man was immersed in it.

After a while, the sound of the piano suddenly changed from a gentle and melodious style to an aggressive one, like a war song.

There are two people pulling, and it seems to be... Douqu?

The genre of music changed suddenly again, one ebbed and the other ebbed and flowed, and the atmosphere became agitated.

Liu Yuan raised his eyebrows, and she could tell that the two players playing the piano were in high spirits and in a good mood.

All the way to the piano room on the second floor, the heavy wooden door was pushed open, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

The girl's long dress is on the ground, her swan neck is slightly raised, her sitting posture is upright and elegant, and there is a cello in front of her.

It turned out to be Missy.

A woman with burgundy curly hair next to her stood up. She had a pair of big winking eyes, just like her name.

"Teacher Mei, you are..."

Shuimei signaled Liu Yuan to come over, "She knows music just like you."

Zhao Suyang put down the piano in his hand, looked over, and landed on Wen Man.

I saw this girl again, luckily I didn't feel any pain on the tip of my tongue this time.

She hummed coldly and reservedly, "I'm here to ask Teacher Mei for advice."

Shuimei saw the girl standing at the door, her eyebrows and eyes moved slightly, "Is it Liu Yuan's sister? She always mentions you."

Wen Man walked over shyly and nodded.

"Sit down, I'll get you some drinks."

Wen Man's eyes fell on Zhao Suyang uncontrollably.

She didn't wear a school uniform today, but a slightly complicated western-style long skirt, her hair was also loose, and she was only tied with a plain hairpin. She was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off her.

Zhao Suyang felt the girl's gaze, and she straightened her back slightly, even though her sitting posture was already perfect.He still had the cold look of not looking sideways.

Wen Man felt that she could no longer stare at others, which was a bit impolite.

Fortunately, Liu Yuan brought her here for a purpose. She reached out to touch Wen Man, coughed lightly, "Ms. Mei will come over later, let her listen to your voice."

"Okay." Wen Man subconsciously reached out to drink a glass of water.

A beautiful and cold hand pushed the water glass over, and the voice was also cold, "Here."

Wen Man was flattered immediately, she didn't expect the other party to see her nervousness and needs.She took the water glass, and there was still a faint scent of jasmine on it.

Wen Man buried her face and drank gulp.

Zhao Su Yang watched intently as she held the glass with both hands to drink water.

Also... quite cute.

Teacher Mei came in with a glass of water. After a brief greeting, Wen Man stumbled like a child pushed by his parents to perform, "Mr. Mei, shall I sing you a song?"

The charming and charming music teacher raised her eyes and smiled, "Okay. Do you need a soundtrack?" Without waiting for a response, she looked at Zhao Suyang next to her, "Suyang, why don't you come?"

"Ah, no..." Wen Man swallowed the words of refusal when she saw the eldest lady lift up her skirt and get up gracefully.

It seems pretty good.

Liu Yuan sat on the side, resting his chin in one hand, full of interest, it's so funny, the eldest lady is willing to make music for someone.

Wen Man was dumbfounded again, how could she hold the strings so beautifully!

The girl sitting behind the cello raised her eyes slightly, holding the strings with her beautiful and cold hands, and looked up at Wen Man, "What song are you going to sing?"

Hearing this, Wen Man subconsciously stood up straight, as nervous and serious as a primary school student preparing to report a performance.

Zhao Suyang held back his smile, and for the first time began to comfort others, "It's okay, it's just for entertainment, don't be nervous."

The beauty's red lips opened and closed, her white teeth were so white that Wen Man could hardly see her eyes. She didn't know what she said, "Then...sing...sing Little Swallow!"

The eldest lady shook her hand, and the strings trembled.

Liu Yuan covered his forehead, old girl, you are hopeless, who at this age still sings about Little Swallow? !

Wen Man has straightened her back, sweat dripping from her forehead nervously.

Zhao Suyang adjusted his mentality, "You sing it first, and I will accompany you when I know the melody."

Wen Man glanced at her, and then at Teacher Mei.

Teacher Mae encouraged her.

So Wen Man began to sing, "Little Swallow, wearing a floral dress, come here every spring..."

The eldest lady changed her sitting position, looking down at her elegant cello.

At the end of the song, a flock of swallows flew by outside the window, which was very fitting.

Wen Man breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Teacher Mei expectantly.

Teacher Mei said, "Well, it's very cute."

Wen Man looked at the eldest lady again.

Zhao Suyang said: "Do you still need my accompaniment?"

The implication is that there is no need for accompaniment for this kind of nursery rhyme, it is simple and brisk, and it is not suitable for the cello.

But Wen Man didn't understand, she nodded affirmatively, "Of course I need it!"

Liu Yuan watched the excitement, "Come on, let's sing it again, it's very nice."

Looking down, the rhythm sounds, then... let's accompany it!

Wen Man's voice is ethereal and clear, which is very suitable for singing nursery rhymes.Teacher Mei agreed to accept her as an apprentice and teach her some professional vocal knowledge.

Of course, I will update her music library appropriately in the future.

The three bid farewell to the music teacher and walked out of the school.

Zhao Suyang still looked cold and reticent, but Wen Man and Liu Yuan chattered endlessly.

Occasionally, she would glance sideways, and then retract her gaze, as if she hadn't seen anything.

The car was already waiting outside, and when Zhao Suyang was about to get in the car and leave, he was suddenly called by Wen Man.

"Miss, I'll treat you to donuts next time!"

The eldest lady suddenly felt the pain on the tip of her tongue again, but she hummed softly.

I hope she can bite the donuts this time, God bless.

The author has something to say: next time, the tip of the lady's tongue won't be hurting because of this :)

感谢在2020-06-1622:16:55~2020-06-1722:05:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Changbai in ten years;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!