The scumbag's little ancestor hasn't fallen off the horse

Chapter 189 Feng Zhiting Plays the Piano
Fu Xiuyao remembered that Wen Shaoquan, a fierce man, had a heart that loved music and was extremely keen on the piano.

She also heard that Wen Shaoquan can not only film, but also sing well, and has also given concerts, so he is a man of many talents.

"It's amazing." She praised.

Feng Zhiting said lightly: "It's nothing to him, he just put a piano here."

Fu Xiuyao chuckled and asked him back, "Can you play?"

Feng Zhiting, a music idiot, who has no interest in music and no basic knowledge of music, how could he like playing the piano?

In front of her, he looked at her with a surprised expression and nodded calmly.

She was slightly surprised in her heart, could it be that she underestimated the old cadres drinking tea?

Is it possible that he likes to make a big hit if he doesn't make a sound, and he specializes in slapping his face?

That's not right either, he's always been direct and assertive.

Feng Zhiting walked to the piano room, opened the piano cover and sat on the chair, his slender hands covering the black and white keys, his face was calm and imposing.

Seeing his smooth movements, she looked forward to his performance now.

After all, he is well-read and knowledgeable, and he is very knowledgeable about many things. He is young and promising, and he must have a deep knowledge of the piano, but he keeps a low profile.

The sound of the piano sounded suddenly, and she closed her eyes to appreciate it quietly, "immersing" in the sound of the piano that she had never heard before.

3 minute later.

Fu Xiuyao couldn't help taking a step back, her back hit the cold wall, her left hand was pressed against her forehead, her face was complicated and unpredictable.

Music idiot.

Sure enough, it is true.

This chaotic piano sound can be used as ghost material.

The heart is beating non-stop, not excited, not heartbeat, not surging, but resistance.

The memory she had always been proud of became the biggest accomplice at this time, and the sound of the piano that she wanted to forget kept replaying in her mind, tormenting her brain.

But the instigator focused on making the magic sound. It was such an elegant and beautiful movement, but left such an unforgettable piece of music.

Two minutes later, Feng Zhiting finally withdrew his hands mercifully, stood up and walked towards her gracefully, his expression still calm.

"What's the matter? Are you feeling unwell?" Seeing her distressed face, he frowned slightly. Could it be that she was sick?

Fu Xiuyao, who was still playing the magic sound in his mind: ...

"I'm fine." She put down her left hand that was holding her forehead, and the corner of her mouth raised slightly.The face quickly returned to its usual gentle appearance.

"What did you play just now?" Fu Xiuyao felt that his expression was so focused that he didn't seem to be playing randomly. Could it be that this was an exclusive secret song that she didn't know about?
He replied solemnly: "I mark the numbers in my heart from left to right on the white keys of the piano, and ignore the black keys. Play the piano according to the numbers of your new mobile phone number. You only look at one number for the first time, and all you press are single digits. key, the second time is two adjacent numbers, and the ten-digit key is pressed. The third and fourth times play the piano according to your old mobile phone number, and the fifth time starts to play your "Cool Moon" The order of the first letters of the pinyin letters of all the lyrics of this song in the alphabet is as follows..."

Fu Xiuyao: ...

It really is an exclusive secret song, and the magic sound is made in this way.

Such a player is not an idiot, but a musical genius, a complete genius.

"What's wrong?" Feng Zhiting saw her face covered with clouds, and wondered if she might be unwell, such as her menstrual period.

There are several garbage books that specifically mention this point. At this time, a girl should obey her mind, and there is no special need to pay attention to her at all times, and give her warmth and love in time.

　small theater.

　　A few years later.

　　Fu Xiuyao: Tell the truth, can you really not recognize that it is noise?
　　After thinking about it, Feng Zhiting replied: To my ears, the sounds I don't want to hear are noises.

　　Fu Xiuyao: ...

　　Feng Zhiting: Nothing you say is noise, I like it all.

　　Fu Xiuyao: Where did you read the rustic love story?

　　Feng Zhiting:? (After I go back, I will find out what is a local love story)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)