On how women's clothing bosses break the male gods

Didn't he already ask for leave from school these days, so he doesn't have to go there for the time being.

When he checked Weibo in the middle of the night last night, he saw a passage saying that spending more time with children is good for physical and mental health.

So he didn't know what to do, so he applied for a job as a temporary musician teacher online...

That family is also from Qingzhou, and it's not far from his house, only ten minutes away by taxi.

An Chengfeng thought about it, since he took this job anyway, why not give it a try?

Anyway, he will graduate in two years, so this time he will be an intern.

Moreover, the tutoring time requested by the other party is two days on weekends. He will go back to school in the future, and he can still go on weekends.

A class of two hours, 500 yuan!

After getting out of the car, An Chengfeng looked for it according to the address on the phone, went around and asked several people on the way, and finally found a place. This family seems to be a rich family, and the house is quite big. It also has its own garden lawn, and two maple trees are planted in the yard, which are already higher than the fence.

He took a deep breath, cheered himself up in his heart, and rang the doorbell.

A woman's figure quickly appeared on the display next to the doorbell: "Who is it?"

An Chengfeng tugged on the guitar strap nervously, bowed cautiously: "You... hello, I'm a musician teacher here."

"It's you, just wait."

Taking advantage of this time, An Chengfeng took a few quick and deep breaths, and cheered himself up again.

"Take it easy, take it easy."

"Isn't it just teaching guitar? It's such a simple matter. An Chengfeng, you can do it, you can do it...Come on!"

After a while, the iron gate opened with a "squeak". After An Chengfeng entered, he realized that the yard was really big. The flowers and plants were growing well, and one or two gardeners could be seen pruning with large scissors. bush.

A woman came out to meet him and led him into the house.

"You are Teacher Xiao An, right? My wife told me before going out, as soon as you come, I will take you directly to the lady's room."

An Chengfeng smiled shyly and nodded, followed the servant to the second floor.

The servant knocked on the door of a room and called out in a low voice, "Miss, the tutor is here."

"Come on, come on!"

This voice still sounds immature. In An Chengfeng's imagination, the little girl he wants to teach must be a smart, cute, gentle and considerate little sister.

However, he overlooked one point... A girl who wants to learn guitar, where can she be quiet...

The door was opened, and a girl with two braids looked curiously at An Chengfeng next to the servant. Her eyes were big, watery and beautiful.

"Hello kid..."

"I'm not a kid anymore!"

"..." An Chengfeng was a little embarrassed, and smiled shyly at the servant, then looked at the little girl, "Then what's your name?"

The little girl rubbed her chin old-fashionedly, looked at An Chengfeng for a few seconds, and then answered, "Jiang Xuan, what's your name?"

"...An Chengfeng, you can call me Teacher An, or Brother Chengfeng."

The surname Jiang... is it a coincidence?

The surname Jiang seems to be uncommon in Qingzhou...

Thinking wildly, he followed Jiang Xuan into her room, and the servant also left.

Well, as expected of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, the room is decorated cutely, but it doesn't look vulgar and messy.

So the first lesson in life taught by An Chengfeng began.

He found a bench and sat down, took out the guitar and the numbered musical notation from the black gauze bag, and pointed to the notation and the corresponding strings on the guitar seriously: "Look, this is the first string, and this is the second string..."

Jiang Xuan only listened to a few sentences, and interrupted him impatiently: "Oh, I know this. The score is 123456 from top to bottom, and the guitar is 123456 from bottom to top. I have known these for a long time."

"..." An Chengfeng choked for a long time before hesitantly asked: "Then where do you want to start?"

Jiang Xuan rolled her eyes, and suggested with a smile: "Brother Chengfeng, why don't you talk to me for a while, I can only decide whether to ask you to be my teacher if I know how good you are. Are you right?"

"..." It seems to be so reasonable, but there seems to be something wrong...

Is it really okay for kids to be so precocious?

An Chengfeng remembered that when he was thirteen or fourteen years old, his father and mother decided many things for him. He was always obedient and rarely refused.

Is it true that all children nowadays are like this?

As a last resort, An Chengfeng had no choice but to comply with her request.

The slender fingers plucked and jumped on the strings, and cheerful music lingered throughout the room.

What An Chengfeng played was the most famous representative work, Memories of the Alhambra Palace, by Tárrega, a famous Spanish guitar composer and performer who is honored as "the father of modern guitar music".

The music depicts the composer's impression of a palace in Granada, Spain, and the melody of the whole piece is played with the fingers from the beginning to the end, accompanied by the accompaniment of broken chords, both in terms of performance skills and artistic conception. There is considerable depth.

When An Chengfeng played, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the performance, not only exquisitely depicting the splendid and magnificent scenery of the Alhambra Palace, but also giving people deep feelings and memories...

For those who don't know the guitar, it is difficult to imagine that this is done by a guitar solo.

But this song is not too difficult for An Chengfeng. When he was in school, meningitis often made him play this song in front of the whole class. How bad is it!

Jiang Xuan was fascinated by what she heard, and looked at An Chengfeng with her cheeks in admiration, and was instantly promoted to a little girl.

At the end of the song, Jiang Xuan applauded vigorously: "Brother Chengfeng, you are so amazing!"

An Chengfeng pursed his lips in embarrassment and smiled.

"Brother Chengfeng, teach me quickly! I also want to be as good as you and play nice songs."

An Chengfeng smiled slightly: "Okay, then I will start to explain to you now, if there is anything you don't understand, just ask me, okay?"

"OK!"

One hour after the class started, Jiang Xuan was already able to independently play continuous scales, and she made rapid progress. An Chengfeng felt that she was really talented in music.

On the way, An Chengfeng was in a hurry to urinate, and Jiang Xuan pointed out to him that the bathroom was at the end of the corridor, so he stopped teaching and ran to the bathroom.

What he didn't expect was that as soon as he came out of the bathroom, he saw...Jiang Mo.

and many more!

Jiang Mo? !

An Chengfeng's pupils dilated violently, a thread tensed up in his mind, and his heartbeat accelerated a lot.

Jiang Mo was opening the door of his room, which was diagonally opposite Jiang Xuan's room.