Married to the Demon King

Before nine o'clock in the evening, all the guests had left, and Xu Jiajia and the others were already checking accounts and cleaning.

Yu Jiu just started his day's practice.

Chopin's "Winter Wind Etude" is a magnificent and difficult etude with difficult techniques and large arm movements.

It was also a song that Yu Jiu didn't have time to practice before Yu Jiu had an accident at home.

He still remembers being in teacher Jin Yan's piano room, pouting his mouth and playing Dongfeng in a mess, and being scolded by the teacher: "Are you Dongfeng? It's a demon wind at all!"

The more he was scolded, the more he resisted. At that time, Yu Jiu practiced this song like smashing the piano every day, and even cried for it, and said in a fit of anger that he didn't want to play the piano...

Everyone is tired of studying, but his own weariness of studying, the price is too great.

The little girl gets up early every morning and goes to bed early, and goes upstairs as soon as the store closes.Yu Jiu was still practicing the piano below, tirelessly repeating it over and over again.He usually has to practice until two o'clock at night, and there is a night bus home when he goes out.

If it happens that he rests the next day, it will be the day when he stays in the store all night.

Yu Jiu couldn't afford a high-quality piano, so he borrowed it from the county auditorium in his hometown.So he cherishes his current job very much. Although he can't meet his beloved Steinway, the piano in his hand is still worth 20 yuan.

He cherishes the practice time.

That was the only effort he could make.

Lin Cong'an had just received the certificate today, so he asked his assistant to enlarge it and frame it, and at night he went back to the old house to send it over.

Father Lin was so angry that he dropped the antique Guanyin at home.Mother Lin screamed hysterically again.

This time the commotion was bigger than last time, because with the blessing of the divine law, they could do less.

This also indicates that Lin Cong'an, the son, is completely breaking away from their control step by step.

When Lin Cong'an returned to the city center, he was in a good mood. Looking at the time, it was already late, and he wanted to ask Yu Jiu out for a midnight snack.

The phone went through, but no one answered.

The driver was not the noisy Xiao Tian, ​​but another calm driver who asked Lin Cong'an where he was going.

Lin Cong'an thought about it, and felt that Yu Jiu should go home at this point, so he reported the address of the village in the city, planning to go directly to Yu Jiu's house to pick him up.

We can discuss where to eat supper then.

The cold air came, and the north wind blew in the middle of the night, clearly feeling the autumn.

The car drove all the way to the outskirts of Yu Jiu's small village in the broken city. The road inside was very narrow and the car couldn't get in. Lin Cong'an had to get out of the car and found Yu Jiu's house on foot according to the address.

Raindrops began to fall overhead, and he rushed into the corridor.

The dilapidated tube building smelled like it was about to be demolished, and Lin Cong'an felt that the place was cramped and uncomfortable.

There was always a musty smell on the first floor, and going up, there were always some unqualified people who put leaky garbage bags by the door, and the smell of rotting fruits and meals hit Lin Cong'an almost suffocating.

When he reached the sixth floor, he exuded an air of don't mess with me.After confirming Yu Jiu's house number, he knocked three times, but no one answered.

Lin Cong'an stood there blankly, the phone still couldn't get through.Only then did he realize that Yu Jiu might really not be home.

So late, where can he go?

Anxiety was replaced by worry, and before he could figure out how to find someone, the door opposite Yu Jiu's house suddenly opened.

"You...are looking for Xiaoyu?"

The figure was backlit, and Lin Cong'an couldn't see his face clearly, but his voice and figure revealed that he was an elderly grandma.

Lin Cong'an calmed down, and asked politely, "Yes, grandma, do you know where he is?"

Grandma Liu narrowed her eyes to see the boy's face clearly, and her voice suddenly became enthusiastic: "What a handsome boy, he is so tall! Is he Xiao Yu's friend? Really, he is handsome himself, and he is so handsome! Jun's friend!"

Lin Cong'an: "..."

He pretended not to hear: "Does grandma know where he went?"

"Oh, he's practicing piano at work! He comes back quite late, and sometimes doesn't come back all night! It's really hard for children..." Grandma Liu sighed.

Lin Cong settled down.

With a long-lost sourness in his heart, he rejected Grandma Liu's invitation to eat cucumbers, hurried downstairs, and asked the driver to drive to the coffee shop.

The rain was getting heavier, and the frequency of the wipers was also turned on to the fastest.The rain was heavy and urgent, washing the earth.

It took only a quarter of an hour for the car to reach the coffee shop. He took a large black umbrella from the car, and stepped into the puddle with his smooth leather shoes.

After walking more than ten meters, I saw the dim light from the cafe.

Lin Cong'an stood outside the glass door holding an umbrella.

A beautiful and slender young man is sitting in front of the piano and playing a majestic piece of music. The grip on his head trembles as his body leans forward and back. His sleeves are rolled up, and his arms draw beautiful muscle lines. .

Light, heavy, slow, urgent, rhythm and melody are intertwined, compose a soul-stirring movement.

On the stage that belonged to him, Yu Jiu was no longer confused and dazed as usual.

A beam of light cast from above his head was like a halo given to him by God.

At this moment, he is like a god.

Lin Cong'an couldn't describe the shock he felt at this moment.

He underestimated Yu Jiu too much.

The sound of the rain was still exploding in my ears, Lin Cong'an waited for Yu Jiu to finish playing, and when he moved his fingers, he opened the door and went in.

In the middle of the night, Yu Jiu could hear the welcoming bell on the door ringing clearly.He looked over and was surprised to find that it was Lin Cong'an, so he got off the piano bench happily and trotted over.

"Why is Mr. Lin here?"

Under the dim light, Lin Cong'an's expression was no longer as cold as usual.He reached out and rubbed Yu Jiu's hair: "You didn't answer the phone call, I'm a little worried."

Yu Jiu said in shock: "Ah, I forgot! The phone is left in the lounge... because no one usually looks for me, so I forgot..."

"It's okay." Lin Cong'an pointed to the piano: "Do you want to continue practicing?"

Yu Jiu looked at Lin Cong'an and then at the piano. Before he could figure out what to do, he heard the other party say, "Follow your usual plan and leave me alone."

Yu Jiu really cherishes the time of piano practice.

Although he still plays the piano during working hours, the pieces he plays are not useful for practice.He is willing to let him practice now, but he is afraid of neglecting Mr. Lin.

Lin Cong'an saw his hesitation, and said, "I want to hear you play the piano."

Yu Jiu felt as if he had been slapped with chicken blood!

"Mr. Lin, order it! I can play whatever you want! I have almost practiced everything that should be practiced, and you know I will definitely!"

Lin Cong'an only knows superficially about classical music, not to mention liking it.

The tunes are both familiar and unfamiliar to him, but he is very curious about how Yu Jiu will play each tune.

So he gave a very layman's answer - whatever.

Yu Jiuwei: "It's too difficult to play casually, in case you don't like the piece I chose..."

"No." Lin Cong'an was sure.

Yu Jiu was suddenly teased, and stammered, "Ah...that's fine."