[Golden String + Net King] Arc

【[-]】Breakfast

Qing Yu leaned against the door of the piano room in Yuesen's house, and did not interrupt the sound of the piano inside.Close your eyes, relax your body, tap your fingers lightly on the wall, and follow the beat.

Gorgeous finish.

The sound of the piano seems to be faintly trembling in the night sky, distant and gorgeous.

Qing Yu pushed open the door, and met the boy's surprised face with a slight smile, "Paganini's 11th caprice. It's very beautiful."

His growth over the years cannot be underestimated.

A bit of surprise flashed through his eyes, Yue Sen was a little hasty, put down the violin and walked to the door, "Yu?"

The corners of Qing Yu's mouth widened slightly, and she stretched out her slender, white hands, pinching the boy's cheeks like she did when she was a child—only from half-bending down to now standing on tiptoes.

Yuesen was a little dazed, looking at the girl with untied long hair in front of her, some images flashed through her mind.It was as if there had never been those ten years of separation between them.

"Ensemble?" Qing Yu suggested.

Yuesen paused for two seconds, "Okay."

Scanning the piano room, Qing Yu smiled.It is still the same as that time, but on the bookshelf of the piano room, many kinds of CDs have been added.Go to the piano and open the cover of the solid black grand piano.Fingers caressed the keys, giving off a familiar feeling.

This Yamaha piano, she vividly remembers, had been added when she was three years old, taking the place of a brown upright.

Let go of your hands, set up the posture, take a deep breath, and your flexible fingers start to beat.The tone was not very fast at first, but it was filled with a touch of relief.The mellow and classical sound of the Yamaha piano, accompanied by flowing musical notes, plays a fresh movement.

Soon, the sound of the violin joined in.The treble of the violin is matched with the quiet timbre of the piano, which is particularly melodious and comfortable in the quiet atmosphere.

With such a tacit cooperation, it seems that the two are extremely close.

never parted.

"FlowerDance sounds great." Crisp applause came from the door of the piano room.Hamai Misa leaned against the door and praised gently.Glancing at his son, he felt distressed and helpless.It was the most emotional performance she had ever heard from her son.Sure enough, Xiaoyu was to him——

Come on, children and grandchildren have their own blessings.

"It's getting late, you two should go to bed early. I will fly to Vienna tomorrow morning to meet Lian's father. The two of us will be back in about a month this time. Xiaoyu, please take care of Lian during the absence." gone."

Qing Yu nodded obediently.Then, the moment Misa Hamai turned around, she stuck out the tip of her tongue towards Tsukimori.Seeing Misa Hamai, she turned her head and sat down on the piano bench in a hurry.

"By the way, Xiaoyu, is there anything you want me to tell Mr. Xiao En?"

"Well, no need." All she wanted to say was "Are you still alive, old man?" Obviously, this sentence is not suitable for being told o(︶︿︶)o

Besides, she always felt that being driven back to Japan by the old man was not that simple.She has always held a grudge.

**

Qing Yu has formed the habit of getting up early.But at 6 o'clock in the morning, I was already awake.

Putting on a neat and refreshing beige sportswear, the girl started running around the area in the morning, and slowed down after ten minutes.This is also a habit for many years.As a violinist in an orchestra, she is used to playing standing up, which makes it easier to express her emotions and free her hands and feet.But a large-scale recital often lasts for several hours, which is a great test for physical strength, so exercise has become something she has insisted on over the years.

Slowly from running to walking, Qing Yu tried hard to recall, and vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a breakfast shop at the corner ahead, so she thought of taking some breakfast back along the way.However, he ran into Yuesen who had just turned the corner and was also in the posture of a morning jogger.

Trotted two steps to meet her, her fair face was stained with a light pink color due to the morning run, giving her a little more vitality. "Morning, Lian."

Yuesen nodded, "Morning."

The teenager was wearing a white sportswear, with a blue towel hanging from his shoulders to wipe off his sweat.The blue hair hangs on the side of the cheek, and occasionally a bead of sweat slides down the cheek line and into the collar.

Qing Yu blamed the uncle for wanting to touch his chin, and then shouted, "Oh, young man, you are so pretty." In order to maintain her image, she decided to give up.

"Are you going to continue?"

Qing Yu came back to his senses and shook his head, "No, I've been running for a while. I want to buy some breakfast at the front corner." Then she looked down and saw the paper bag in the boy's hand.

When Yuesen was young, his physique was not very good, and his body temperature was always low. The whole person was always cold in four seasons.Because of my physique, whenever I eat outside, it is always easy to spoil my stomach, so I always keep a respectful distance from outside food.For example, for breakfast, he will almost always choose to simply fry an egg or make a cup of milk at home, which is clean, nutritious and fast.

Of course, frying an egg is the limit...

Obviously, the warm paper bag in his hand is for her.

Qing Yu frowned and smiled.

He reached for the paper bag, squinted his eyes and sniffed the aroma.The feeling of not greasy or greasy is exactly her taste.

Compared with Yuesen, she is actually more picky eater.

When I first arrived in Vienna, the teacher and the people in the orchestra were troubled by her picky eaters many times, especially Mrs. Austin, who was in charge of food in the cafeteria, pierced her with hot eyes every day.

Don't eat spicy, bitter, too sweet, greasy, onion, garlic and ginger, especially ginger, if it tastes like ginger, don't eat anything that's not clean.Forget it, but some habits are unbearable.Never touch red peppers, and green peppers can be tolerated.Fried potatoes are eaten, mashed potatoes are not eaten...

In short, there are some things that have the same taste but different colors, so she doesn't necessarily eat them.Some things are not eaten in different cooking methods.The worst thing is that if the food doesn't look good or smell good, if she still refuses to eat it, it will be to the point of anger and resentment.

Some people, when they are away from home, if they are not used to eating, they will just let it go, but Qingyu is still a very particular person.When you encounter something you don't like, you'd rather be hungry than eat it.And once you don’t eat, you’ll be in a bad mood; if you’re in a bad mood, you won’t play well;

So every time it was lunch time, the people in the orchestra wanted to skin her cramps, but they still had to coax her to eat.

Over time, she found that the only thing she could accept was Chinese food.As a result, Mrs. Austin, from a housewife who cooked authentic Viennese local food, forcibly practiced a skill comparable to that of a Chinese chef, and made the tongues of all the band members...

Thinking of this, Qing Yu smiled a little.

Yue Sen pursed his lips, "Then go back." He took the lead and stopped after a few steps.

"I bought you breakfast across the street." Yue Sen paused, "That breakfast shop has been closed for more than five years."

Qing Yu looked at the young man's slender back and froze the corners of his mouth.Something flashed through my heart quickly, suffocating.

The author has something to say:

Take it easy……

I almost forgot that Yuesen boy is a culinary scum,,,