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Chapter 67 Life is like a traveller

Liu Qianqian, who was sitting beside Yang Fan, was also attracted by the sound of the piano.

What she heard was not that the lonely boy in the long night was drifting away, and the world of life suddenly seemed like a traveller.

But to hear the voice of a world, there is a beautiful paradise, birds and flowers, small bridges and flowing water.

The soothing melody of the song made Liu Qianqian feel the warmth of heaven.

She was suddenly a little afraid that the warmth would disappear.

During the day, the sun rises and sets.

Life is the same, there are days and nights, just not like the sun, there are regular sunrises and sunsets.

Some people live under the sun all their lives, and some people have to live in the dark night all the time.

What people fear is that the sun, which has always existed, will not rise again, and that the light that originally shines on the body will disappear.

Liu Qianqian watched Yang Fan's fingertips land on the piano keys like jade beads. His fingers were like elves, embellishing the world.

Refers to the wind and rain, happy to cry ghosts and gods.

He said he wanted to be an elegant gentleman, a nobleman, and he didn't achieve it.

In fact, he already was.

It's just that he didn't notice it, or Liu Qianqian ignored it.

He used to be Prince Charming, but he was just tired of that kind of circle, and he was just an ordinary person.

Aunt Thirteen was also fascinated.

She didn't like listening to music very much when she was a child, but she liked it more and more as she grew up.

She likes to listen to songs and read comments in music apps.

The netizens in the comment area are different from other places. Many people will tell their stories, their feelings, and their hearts in the comment area.

There are no black fans, there is no simple love shouting at the stars, there is no tearing and pinching each other, it is just a simple story, ordinary moving, and occasionally when I see a few people with the same story or idea, I will meet Feelings of an old friend.

When she just brought Guoguo back from Rongcheng, Aunt Thirteen thought that from then on, life became very dull, and she could see her whole life at a glance.

Until I met the tenant Yang Fan.

At first, she didn't think there was anything special about Yang Fan. She was ordinary, and she could see a big boy in her life at a glance.

Until one morning, she was on the balcony and saw Yang Fan who was also standing on the balcony next door.

He stood very straight, tall and straight, with a smile at the corners of his mouth, his eyes turned to the sky.

The morning sun shone down and enveloped him.

At that moment, Aunt Thirteen felt that the golden light around him was full of vitality, full of hope, and full of mystery.

It's just that in the days that follow, he is still ordinary and ordinary.

This made Aunt Thirteen a little disappointed, he should be a blockbuster.

But after thinking about it, she felt a little ridiculous.

She can see the people of his life at a glance, how can she be a blockbuster?
He is so ordinary!

Ordinary office workers, working from [-] to [-], earning a salary of several thousand yuan a month, relying on himself, probably buying a house is enough for him to struggle for a lifetime.

As soon as "The Sound of Silence" came out, Aunt Thirteen had the feeling of that morning again.

He is full of vitality, full of the beauty that all girls fantasize about.

Liu Yueyue's musical attainment is deeper than that of her younger sister and Thirteenth Aunt.

Knowing more about music, she was instantly fascinated by this rare piece of music.

For the first time, she thought of waiting for the wind to blow.

It must have come from waiting for the wind to blow the sails.

In her opinion, waiting for the wind to blow the sail is a worldly expert.

"Brother, I want to learn the piano!" After the song, Guoguo climbed onto Yang Fan's thigh and reached out to touch the piano, which she didn't like very much.

"I want to learn, I'll teach you." Yang Fan pushed Liu Qianqian away, freed up the bench, and put Guoguo down from his lap.

Liu Qianqian, who was about to be squeezed out, jumped up after a long while and stood aside, blushing.

Just now the meat touches the meat.

Even if she wanted to ask Yang Fan a thousand words, she couldn't speak at this moment.

Liu Yueyue also had something to ask Yang Fan, but seeing that he was teaching Guoguo an introductory piano theory class, she was too embarrassed to speak out.

Thirteenth Aunt also wanted to ask Yang Fan how you can play the piano, but she is not in a hurry, it will take a long time to come to Japan.

Therefore, Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian anxiously waited for Yang Fan to instill piano knowledge in Guoguo.

They felt that they had waited all night before Guoguo left Yang Fan and ran away.

The little girl really likes to learn the piano, it's just a momentary heat.

Yang Fan's mouth was dry and he was blind.

But he's not depressed either, he's used to it.

That's how the little girl is.

Aunt Thirteen felt sorry for her daughter. Every time Yang Fan tried her best, but the bamboo basket was empty, and her daughter always lived up to his kindness.

"Didn't you say you can't play the piano?" Liu Qianqian asked impatiently as soon as Guoguo ran away.

Liu Yueyue also looked at him eagerly, waiting for the answer.

"Did I say so?" Yang Fan asked suspiciously.

Liu Qianqian puffed up her eyes, this guy pretended to be crazy again.

"I did!" Liu Yueyue said seriously.

Yang Fan shook his head: "I don't believe what I said, how can you believe it?"

Having said that, he went back to his house.

Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian hurriedly followed.

They have too much to ask Yang Fan.

"Whose song is this?" Liu Yueyue asked, "Wait for the wind?"

"Yeah." Yang Fan nodded and replied as he walked, he couldn't tell her that it belonged to Paul Simon.

"What's its name?" Liu Yueyue asked happily.

"The Sound of Silence." Yang Fan replied.

Liu Qianqian wondered: "How can there be a sound in silence?"

Yang Fan stopped, turned his head and asked Liu Qianqian, "Do you think the wind has a sound?"

Liu Qianqian was stunned for a moment and wanted to say yes, but there was no sound from the wind.

For the wind to make sound, it needs a medium.

And there are thousands of media.

In the end, one can only attribute the sound of the medium to the sound of the wind.

Yang Fan said: "The sound of wind and rain can be heard in my ears, and I care about family affairs, state affairs, and the world. Wind and rain have no sound, but they give everything a voice."

Back in the room, Yang Fan found out the clothes he had changed in the shower and carried him to the bathroom.

Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian seemed to be unaware and kept following behind his ass, asking this and that.

"Why don't you go and wash together?" Yang Fan asked involuntarily when Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian were still in the bathroom after hanging up their clothes.

Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian blushed.

"Bah, you think so beautifully!" Liu Qianqian was the first to go out blushing.

Liu Yueyue reluctantly followed her sister out.

Yang Fan was taking a bath, and Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian didn't go too far, so they sat in his living room.

After hesitating for a while, Liu Yueyue asked Liu Qianqian in a low voice, "Qianqian, do you think the person waiting for the wind to blow the sail really exists?"

Liu Qianqian was puzzled: "How can I sing for you if it doesn't exist, for Yang Fan's "The Sound of Silence"?"

Liu Yueyue explained: "I mean, wait for the wind to blow the sail, will it be a person made up by Yang Fan himself?"

Liu Qianqian was surprised.

There seems to be a possibility.

It is not impossible for Yang Fan, who is mediocre, to be able to throw out a 99-level piano skill, and then wait for the wind to blow the sail.

(End of this chapter)