The roommate of the fishing department wants to bend me every day [Wear the book]

Fu Weiyang was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't realize that Jiang Xuhan's interrogative sentence had risen several tunes, so he analyzed to himself: "Do you remember what song Li Xiaoming played on the violin that night in the Zhuangyuan Building?"

Jiang Xuhan shook his head, always feeling that there was something in his words.

"Call the boss and the second tonight, let's go to Zisheng Garden together."

Fu Weiyang pursed his lower lip, the color of his lips was rubbed red, Jiang Xuhan stared straight at his eyes, and slowly blurted out the word "good", but he couldn't take his eyes back for a long time.

Fu Weiyang also didn't know why he wanted to meddle in other people's business, maybe despite the appearance, he just wanted to touch the piano suddenly.

On weekdays, students from other departments are not allowed to approach Zishengyuan, unless they are students from other departments who joined the music club, so when it was late at night, the place quickly quieted down, and the four of them came quietly, walked in through the back door, and touched each other along the way. On the second floor, I entered the piano room.

The piano room was a little empty, with half a piece of white moonlight pouring in from the huge glass window. Under the moonlight, a black lacquered grand piano was standing in the center.

"Art bacteria are strong, but unfortunately I don't understand it." Fang Tan joked, standing behind the door and looking at the three of them.

Bai Menglei is a born rough player, his artistic skills are not as much as Fang Tanyi's, so he naturally leans aside and doesn't speak, but Fu Weiyang, on the other hand, looks a little more softly at the piano.

He slowly approached, lifted the piano cover, and sat on the piano stool. The posture was not very standard, but it showed some unique tranquility.

Fu Weiyang took a deep breath, and with the warmth of his exhalation, his delicate fingertips landed on the white keys, and a string of smooth notes floated out. Jiang Xuhan had heard this song before, it was Richard Clayderman's. "Dream Wedding".

He doesn't know the piano and doesn't listen to piano music, but this is the only one he has ever heard.

When Fu Weiyang played the piano, his eyes were slightly closed, like a performer who was completely intoxicated by it, and occasionally he played a few wrong syllables, but unexpectedly it would not appear abrupt.

When I was a child, there was a piano teacher who lived next to my grandma's house. Fu Weiyang had slender fingers and well-defined joints, so the teacher always invited him to play and learn a little bit.

When the song came down, the player who played the piano was fine, but Jiang Xuhan stood there dumbfounded as if his soul had been sucked out.

"Okay, third child, keep it hidden." Fang Tan clapped his hands, appreciating the scene, anyway, he didn't understand, but he knew it was much better than Li Xiaoming's.

"Thank you, that's the one."

"Pfft, tell the truth, keep it mysterious."

The two were chatting with each other, when the door behind them was pushed open with a creak, and Li Xiaoming appeared in front of the crowd wearing a green nightcap, walking over step by step like a marionette, as if he couldn't see everyone, Go straight to the piano bench and sit down, raise your hand and play.

The broken syllables were played intermittently, and after playing two times, he muttered "No, no, no", and then continued to destroy the piano.

From the notes that didn't form a melody, Fu Weiyang could barely figure out that it was the song "Auld Lang Syne", which was no different from how this person played in Zhuangyuan Building, and it was equally as unpleasant.

"The case has been solved." He lightly shrugged his shoulders and looked at everyone.

The next afternoon, Fu Weiyang and Jiang Xuhan were sitting in the water bar drinking milk tea, when Bai Menglei ran over sweating, "After a long time, that guy Li Xiaoming has something wrong with him because he was repeatedly scolded in rehearsal, he has some kind of intermittent sleepwalking , and now I have regular treatment."

"Didn't check anything else?" Jiang Xuhan's eyelids drooped, "Maybe there is some underlying mental illness."

Bai Menglei bent his eyes and smiled, looked at the time on his phone and said, "My second child and I are going home tonight, you two have dinner by yourself, let's go."

Once the people left, only Fu Weiyang and Jiang Xuhan were left in the water bar.

"Ahem, you play... very nicely." The younger brother sucked down the straw and began to find something to say.

"But it's really only this one." Fu Weiyang replied honestly.

"It's okay, you're not a professional, and neither am I," Jiang Xuhan spoke slowly, looking a bit difficult, and hesitant to speak, he leaned forward, closing the distance with Fu Weiyang, He whispered: "Why don't you just play for me in the future, and I will be your only audience."

It was rare for Jiang Xuhan to say such a lot, and Fu Weiyang was taken aback by what he said, and he thought to himself, there is no need for it, as long as it is fun.

Fu Weiyang also raised his mobile phone to look at the clock, stood up, and suddenly raised his hand to touch Jiang Xuhan's head. It was fluffy, and his hair was not soft but not prickly. "You may have to settle the dinner yourself. I'm going home too."

"what--"

"Hey!!"

When Jiang Xuhan came back to his senses, Fu Weiyang had already gone a long way.

As soon as the dormitory was empty, Jiang Xuhan finally felt uncomfortable, especially when it was dark, he scratched his heart and liver like a dish being stir-fried with a spatula.

He suddenly misses Fu Weiyang, no, he misses it very much, he closes his eyes casually, his mind is full of the appearance of that man playing the piano under the moon.

Jiang Xuhan opened the music software and searched for "Dream Wedding" to listen to. The more he listened to it, his face became darker, "It's far worse than Fu Weiyang's playing!" He changed several versions, but none of them were the one in memory. .

At around seven o'clock in the evening, the dormitory manager closed the door and went to the cafeteria to eat. The door was usually unlocked. Someone put a peaked cap on his head and slipped in with light steps.

With the mobile phone in his mouth to illuminate, Jiang Xuhan began to flick through the registration book with both hands, and quickly found the landline number of Fu's family, took a photo and left quickly.

He didn't know what he was doing, but he really wanted to hear Fu Weiyang's voice. If he spoke, he was afraid that Fu Weiyang would think he was clingy. After all, he had only been separated for a few hours, so his younger brother was going to pretend to be a courier.

Just listen to the sound...

When Pei Nisu answered the phone, Jiang Xuhan's heart skipped a beat, "Hello, is Fu Weiyang at home?"

"Looking for Tiantian? He's not at home, are you his classmate or... you can call his cell phone directly."

"Sweet?" Jiang Xuhan seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.

"Ok?"

"Ah, no, no——Hello, Auntie, I'm the courier Xiao Jiang," Jiang Xuhan squinted and made up, "I sent Fu Weiyang's courier to school, but his classmates said he went home?"

"Oh... I came back, and I left after a while."

Jiang Xuhan hung up the phone in a daze, came back and left?But it has been a few hours now, and the sky is completely dark, where else can Fu Weiyang go if he hasn't returned to school?

Could it be... to find that head-touching monster!

He didn't know Gao Xunhang's name, so he just quietly gave him a "nickname" in his heart.

Jiang Xuhan panicked completely, put on some clothes indiscriminately, and went out. Just at this moment, the phone rang, and several messages came in at the same time, which made him tireless.

【Zhuo Feiya: Son, why do you always send me some chat records with Xiao Fu, but don't you take a group photo? 】

【Zhuo Feiya: It's not like we haven't met yet! 】

[Jiang Xuhan: See you! 】

Jiang Xuhan didn't care about his blind date, Fu Weiyang lost it, so he fooled around and just pressed send.

【Zhuo Feiya: Let me send you a picture. 】

[Zhuofiya: You can't lie to your mother, she is always watching you.Stare at jpg]

Jiang Xuhan let out a "tsk", cut into the trumpet and sent a message while walking out of the school. He really didn't want Li Zhuofiya, but he was annoyed right now, and he was afraid that the other party would not be able to wait for a call to remind him.

[j: My mother asked me to take a photo with us, what's the matter? 】

2 minute later.

[f: photo jpg]

[f: Post your post and send it to them. 】

Jiang Xuhan had just left school, and was frowning. Hearing the sound, he clicked on the big picture without even thinking about it.

On the screen, the boy in the photo against the background of feasting and feasting had a pink complexion. The man's eyes were drunk, his mouth drooped slightly, and he didn't even look at the camera in the selfie. He was so cold that he seemed to feel the chill on his body through the screen.

Jiang Xuhan staggered in shock and almost fell to the ground, because the person in the photo was none other than Fu Weiyang, the signee that "Express Xiaojiang" wanted to find.

Is Fu Weiyang his blind date? !

Jiang Xuhan opened the screen with two fingers in disbelief, zoomed in on the photo, and brought the phone closer with his eyes wide open. Then, he saw a big "Heartbeat" written on the sign next to Fu Weiyang's ear.

It is a famous dating shrine in Kyoto.

"!!"

The author says:

Watch "I became popular after being forced to establish a contract in the ghost world"

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Chu Yue: Damn it, are you still here?

In desperation, he sang the Great Compassion Mantra, forgot his words and sang a mistake, and accidentally established a contract with the ghost world, that is, to help the ghosts solve their emotional problems, and take on the post of director of women and men, and the ghosts promised to help him drive away the evil spirits;

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What is "My husband always stays out at night, should I make him into a full banquet or a leather sofa?"

What about "my husband's cough is always bad, can he just kill him?"

Netizen: This anchor really knows how to play;

Afterwards, Chu Yue was rewarded in a rush, and became popular all the way through half of the supernatural circle;

Until a fairly normal consultant connected with him: "If my husband loses his memory and doesn't remember me, how can he cure it?"

Chu Yue crossed her legs and replied: "Stimulate him, kiss him, don't get used to it, kiss him hard!"

After 3 minutes, Chu Yue's live broadcast suddenly stopped;

When the broadcast started the next day, Chu Yue's mouth was swollen;

His voice was hoarse, and he said listlessly to netizens: "Sorry, I was attacked by something that was not human yesterday, let's continue the broadcast today."

Netizen: Oh?Assaulted in the mouth?