Chapter 33 Make Him Happy
The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon and the sky was clear blue.
The wind was gentle, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of osmanthus.
Tang Susu and He Zhimo came out of the snack bar.
There was a music store on the side of the road. Tang Susu was unconsciously attracted to it and stopped. She turned her head to look at He Zhimo and said, "I want to go in and take a look."
He Zhimo nodded.
There are several upright pianos displayed in the store.
The boss nearby was tuning a piano. He stopped what he was doing when he heard the noise. Seeing that they were just two young students, he walked over but was not very enthusiastic.
The cheapest piano here costs tens of thousands.
When Tang Susu saw the rows of pianos, she felt a sense of familiarity.
When I was a child, I was forced to practice the piano, and I felt uncomfortable when I saw the piano. Now, when I see the piano, I can't help but play it a few times.
I used to play jazz in the western restaurant and haven’t played classical music for a long time.
My hands are a little itchy.
She touched the keys with her fingertips and played softly.
There is a difference between a grand piano and an upright piano. She adjusted for a while before she became familiar with the playing method.
Chopin's music, accompanied by the girl's fingertips, flows gently in the air.
The piano tuner was suddenly stunned.
He first listened casually for a few seconds.
Then he stood up straight and began to listen carefully.
He didn't applaud until the girl finished playing the nocturne. Then he stepped forward with admiration in his eyes, "Little girl, you play the piano very well! You must have learned it for several years."
"I started learning it when I was only a few years old." Tang Susu curved her eyes.
"Your parents must have done a lot to educate you!" The music store owner smiled.
Tang Susu smiled playfully, "Well, I was beaten a lot by my parents when I was a kid. My hands were sore from practicing the piano, but they still forced me to practice. But when I grew up, I started to like the piano."
The shopkeeper laughed out loud, "You little girl are so cute! You remind me of a friend of mine's son. He's about your age, and his personality is just the opposite of yours. He always has a sullen face, but he plays the piano pretty well and has won many awards. But his parents stopped letting him play."
"That's such a pity." Tang Susu liked the piano and felt sorry that someone who played the piano well could not continue to play it.
"Yeah, I think it's a pity too!" The shopkeeper sighed, "If you like pianos, you can go to the piano center. I don't have the piano you want in my shop."
Professional piano players all start with a grand piano, with an ordinary one costing hundreds of thousands, while an expensive one can cost millions.
This little girl should play the piano that costs millions.
Tang Susu was stunned, then smiled and waved her hands, "Uncle, I'm not buying a piano, I'm just looking around."
Two people came out of the music store.
Tang Susu found that He Zhimo had not followed her yet. She turned her head and saw He Zhimo staring at the piano store.
She waited for He Zhimo to finish looking at the piano store and turn around before she gently tugged at his shirt. "Okay, let's go."
He Zhimo's legs have not fully recovered yet. Walking a little will help his recovery. If he keeps walking around, it will tire his legs.
*
On the ground of the community, golden dead leaves fell to the ground, and Lingcheng finally felt the autumn.
Tang Susu was doing her homework at He Zhimo's house. She was tired and ready to take a break.
She lay on the table and turned her head to see He Zhimo coming out of the laboratory.
The boy's handsome face was gloomy and his thin lips were tightly pursed.
If no one takes the initiative to talk to him, he will stop talking.
Tang Susu thought: Isn’t he bored?
Aren’t you lonely?
She came forward and narrowed her eyes, "Are you busy?"
"Not in a hurry." The boy stopped.
"Then let me ask you a question, okay?" Tang Susu said with a smile, looking up.
The boy thought she didn't know how to answer another question and nodded.
"Two people fell into a trap. The dead ones are called dead people, but what are the living ones called?" Tang Susu said.
The boy's expression froze, "Tang Susu, are you bored?"
He is about to leave.
Tang Susu stopped him, "Hey, why don't you answer? You definitely don't know."
He Zhimo lowered his eyes and said solemnly: "The living are calling for help."
Tang Susu smiled with her eyes curved, and raised her thumbs up, "Great! Let me ask you another question, rubber, tiger skin, lion skin, which one is worse?"
"Eraser." He Zhimo replied indifferently.
Tang Susu was stunned. This person got the answer right again.
She continued, "What animal loves to stick to the wall?"
He Zhimo: "Seal."
Tang Susu asked several questions in a row, and He Zhimo answered them all.
She was shocked, this was a joke she had treasured for a long time.
She was unwilling to give in. "You definitely won't be able to guess this. What are cloth and paper afraid of?"
He Zhimo lowered his eyes and looked at the girl racking her brains.
He finally lowered his head, pretended to think for a moment, and slowly said, "I don't know."
"Haha, I knew you didn't know!" Tang Susu curved her eyebrows happily.
She looked at him happily and told him the answer, "Cloth is afraid of ten thousand, paper is afraid of one."
She explained, "Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be prepared for one."
Then he smiled to himself.
Tang Susu smiled for a while, but when she saw the young man looking at her solemnly, she suddenly stopped smiling.
"Isn't it funny?"
When she heard this for the first time, she thought it was so funny!
He Zhimo met the girl's innocent eyes and suddenly realized that she had just said so much to him just to make him laugh.
Make him happy!
No one wants to make him happy yet.
He took a step forward, lowered his eyes, and gently lifted a strand of her hair with his bony fingers.
Tang Susu was stunned by the boy's sudden action.
The air seemed to become sticky. I held my breath and suddenly dared not to breathe.
The next second, the boy tucked her hair behind her ear and withdrew his hand, "Your hair is messy."
Tang Susu finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw He Zhimo leave.
The look in his eyes just now was a little scary, as if he was looking at prey and wanted to devour her at any time.
She shook her head again, wondering what she was thinking.
He Zhimo is a little angel. Now he just doesn't have many friends and his personality is a bit gloomy.
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