Your Majesty favors the beauty of bamboo horse disease

I don't know, it just hurts

Xie Yuanshi finished grabbing the book and felt that this scene seemed familiar.

Shen Yuzhu raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

what happened?He was so fast that he hadn't reacted yet.

"That..." Xie Yuanshi opened his mouth in embarrassment, "This...actually..."

How to explain the fact that he read this script behind Shen Yuzhu's back, Shen Yuzhu probably didn't see it...

"Actually what?" Shen Yuzhu said, "I feel that the cover looks familiar, have we seen it before..."

Xie Yuanshi became nervous: "Is... is it? The book covers are all about the same length, right?"

Shen Yuzhu dragged his tone: "Really? But the cover of this book is also very similar to the gap in the book in my impression."

Xie Yuanshi was very cautious: "Then tell me what the gap looks like?"

Shen Yuzhu was seen through, and spread his hands, "You really don't want to show me?" The more you don't show him, the more curious you become.

Xie Yuanshi wanted to shake his head, but his heart moved.

"It's not that I can't show you."

Shen Yuzhu: "Conditional? What is it?"

Xie Yuanshi pointed to the piano next to him: "Teach me to play the piano, you promised to teach me to play the piano before."

Shen Yuzhu has no problem at all: "Okay."

The story book was placed on the soft bed, and the two went to sit down in front of the desk with the qin on it.

Xie Yuanshi compared and said, "I'm not very good at fingering."

Shen Yuzhu demonstrated to him.

"Is that so?" Xie Yuanshi did the same.

"No," Shen Yuzhu played it again patiently, "You try again."

Xie Yuanshi was still wrong, Shen Yuzhu approached, held Xie Yuanshi's hand and adjusted his fingering, "The index finger should be like this."

The two of them were sitting at the same table, so they got closer. Xie Yuanshi slightly turned his head in his direction, but his eyes were always on his hands.

After Shen Yuzhu finished teaching, he turned his head, "Try again..."

Xie Yuanshi played the piano very attentively, and all the words Shen Yuzhu originally wanted to say disappeared in his throat.

At some point, their faces were very close, and Shen Yuzhu turned his head to face Xie Yuanshi's side face, his slender and distinct eyelashes, and the clear glazed eyes under the eyelashes...all in sight.

He was absent-minded for a while, Xie Yuanshi heard that he had no voice, and turned his head, "Huh? What's wrong?"

Shen Yuzhu hurriedly turned back to look at the piano: "No, it's nothing, have you learned this yet?"

Xie Yuanshi observed his reaction for two seconds, and then said naturally: "It's almost there, I'll play it again, you can see if it's right."

After finishing a sentence, Xie Yuanshi asked, "Is that right?"

Shen Yuzhu was restless because of the picture he saw just now, and his heartbeat was not steady, so he didn't listen carefully at all. When Xie Yuan asked, he came back to his senses: "Play it again, I didn't see clearly just now."

Xie Yuanshi didn't ask any more questions, and played it again for him.

Shen Yuzhu couldn't be distracted twice in a row, this time he listened carefully and read carefully, and commented: "Well, that's right. Is there anything else I don't understand?"

"No," Xie Yuanshi said, "I know the few songs I learned before, so you can teach me a new one."

"Okay, what do you want to learn?"

"Let's play the plum song." Xie Yuanshi said after thinking for a moment.

Luomei Fu is an article written by Chen Xuwen, a great Confucian of the former generation, to his wife who was not yet married at that time. Later, the wife composed the song herself and called it Luomei. Because of the lingering love in the song, it is often used by later generations to express their feelings and hint their hearts.

"Why do you want to learn this?" Shen Yuzhu asked in a calm tone, "Is there someone you like in Yuanshi?"

Xie Yuanshi plucked the strings. On the other end of the strings was the hand pressing the strings tightly with fingers. He smiled and said, "I just read this song in a book and I'm interested. But maybe I'll like it." If there is a chance, I will play it to him someday.”

Looking at the fingers on the other side of the strings that were getting tighter and redder, Xie Yuanshi stopped talking and said: "What you think about these things is a matter of the future, who knows."

……

Xie Yuanshi was a fast learner, and he learned the melody in an afternoon. Although he was still a little unskilled, he was able to play the whole song down after he stumbled.

"You can show it to me now." Shen Yuzhu said.

Xie Yuanshi stretched his sore waist from sitting for a long time, got up and moved a few times, and walked to the side, "Well, on the soft bed, you can go and see for yourself."

His natural tone made Shen Yuzhu feel that the script was nothing special, but Shen Yuzhu picked it up and looked it over, and saw the familiar text and plot.

Shen Yuzhu: "..."

No wonder he didn't show it to him, but hid it.

"This is not the book..."

Xie Yuanshi had been preparing for the whole afternoon. As soon as Shen Yuzhu opened his mouth, he seized the opportunity and said: "Well, the writing is quite good. I just saw it on the bookshelf, so I took it out and looked down."

Shen Yuzhu: "You don't need me this time?"

Xie Yuan understood in seconds, and pretended to be calm and squinted at him: "No, I can read it myself, but if you want to read it, I can also read it to you."

Shen Yuzhu didn't have any intention of making fun of Xie Yuanshi, he also thought the book was well written, otherwise he wouldn't have brought the book back from the Hot Spring Garden.

"I received a letter from my father today, and he said that he will be able to return to Beijing in a few days."

Shen Yuzhu was pleasantly surprised, "Uncle Qin Wang is coming back?"

"Yeah." Xie Yuanshi was also very happy, and told him the letter he received today.

However, his father used such a secret method to send the letter, probably because of considerations, it is hard to say whether he will return to Beijing in a fair and honest manner.

While Xie Yuanshi was thinking, when he passed by the water basin, he slipped inadvertently. Following a clanging sound, he pressed one hand on an overturned copper basin, and all the water in the basin was dumped on the ground.

Shen Yuzhu hurried over: "How is it? Why is it so big..."

Shen Yuzhu seemed to be unable to speak the whole thing very often today.

Xie Yuanshi's eyes were watery, his eyelashes were trembling, and his face seemed to be fragile, he covered his feet and said in a low voice, "It hurts..."

Shen Yuzhu threw all the messy thoughts out of his mind, picked him up, and went to the bed: "Is it twisted again? I'll ask the imperial doctor to take a look."

Xie Yuanshi hugged his neck, at an angle that Shen Yuzhu couldn't see, without any sense of vulnerability just now, and pressed his forehead against his neck: "I don't know, it just hurts."