Esports coaches are demons

Chapter 177 Feng Qiuhuang

"And me, I would have memorized the 36 tricks a long time ago."

"My father just made me a Guan Gong knife for the Chinese New Year, but unfortunately I couldn't find Liang Shanbo, otherwise I would have to go up and take the first place."

"Come on, come on, where did Liang Shanbo come from Guan Gong!"

"Guan Gong Knife is different from Guan Gong..."

"I haven't finished reading the comics, but the stickers of the Twelve Beauties of Jinling have collected a thick book..."

"..."

The children scrambled to answer, for fear of being overwhelmed by others.

"You guys are so smart and eager to learn." Lin Chen laughed, "It's much better than when I was a child."

"Since you have read the book carefully, then I will reward you with some winter plums."

He half-coaxed and said, "Take this plum blossom and go home quickly, don't let the family worry. Come out to play after the snow stops, you know?"

"Got it!" They replied in unison, more obedient than in class, for fear that Brother Lin Chen would suddenly regret it.

Lin Chen touched the child's head, turned around, and handed the umbrella handle to the boy.

He frowned, "Wait here for me, I'll be back soon."

So he walked along the waterside pavilion to the other side of the lake, and got into the plum grove.

In order not to affect the growth of the plum tree in the coming year, he climbed up the tree two or three times, shook off the snow that had fallen all over him, picked out a few overgrown branches and broke them off.

He crossed the lake the same way he came, and when he stood in front of the boy again, Lin Chen hugged a handful of Qiong Zhi, his body was covered with snow.

Dusty.

Eyes are still bright.

He carefully dusted the snow off the plum blossoms.

"Take it, one branch per person."

The children ran away laughing.

"These little guys." Lin Chen shook his head helplessly and sighed.

He lowered his eyes, with a hint of a smile in his eyes.

He handed the last plum blossom in his hand to the young man as if by magic, "It's for you."

The newly bloomed wintersweet, with five petals, crowded on the branch layer by layer. The petals, which were as thin as the wings of a cicada, were slightly transparent from the freezing, and the texture could be seen. It was crystal clear like ice sculptures.

Occasionally, unopened bones poke out their heads, and pearls are adorned on them.

Xian Xiansu touched the plum branch, and Ke Yue was also amused for a while.

She pretended to be uninterested in looking at the plum branch, tilted her head, and asked, "Is it just for me, or for everyone else?"

Unexpectedly, Ke Yue would also make fun of him... Lin Chen couldn't help laughing.

"If I... say that other people have it, will you be angry?"

"I can't be too angry, I just feel that it's a big loss." The young man pretended to sigh.

"The plum branch was obviously obtained by that child from you, but you gave it to me by borrowing flowers and presenting it to the Buddha. In the end, there was nothing that was sincerely given to me."

"You said, am I at a loss?"

When the young man said that, it seemed that there was such a thing.

"Then...you can also ask me for something." He fixedly looked at the boy.

"I will definitely, sincerely send you off."

Lin Chen's expression was too serious, and Ke Yue, who was just joking, was a little startled.

She used a smile to hide her troubled heart in the past.

She was absent-minded.

His eyes are full of affection.

a long time.

"Yuqing..." The boy made the same request as that night.

"How about...you play the piano for me?"

Lin Chen still looked down at the boy.

There seemed to be a pool of lake water hidden in his eyes, but unlike the lake in the garden, this lake would never freeze.

The warmth spread out, until people's hearts melted away.

"it is good."

The corners of Lin Chen's lips curved slightly, "Then let's go back."

But before Ke Yue could react, he took the cane from the boy's hand, leaned over, and brought one arm to the boy's knee.

As soon as he exerted his strength, he directly hugged Ke Yue horizontally.

She was tightly wrapped in a rabbit fur cloak and curled up in Lin Chen's arms.

"Stand up the umbrella," he said.

The young man seemed a little astonished, "Lin Chen, my leg injury is almost healed, I can walk by myself."

Hearing this, Lin Chen turned his head to look at the person in his arms.

He smiled.

"But……"

"I will feel bad."

……

The folded wintersweet branches were carefully kept in a thin porcelain vase with ice cracks and placed on the table.

Ke Yue leaned against the desk.

Although the temperature in the warm pavilion was very comfortable, the young man was cold, and after standing in the wind and snow for so long, Lin Chen was afraid that she would catch cold, so he put a small hand stove in her arms.

She quietly watched Lin Chen playing with a paulownia piano in the middle of the room.

After tuning the last note, Lin Chen smiled at her, sat down cross-legged, and stroked the strings with his ten fingers.

He closed his eyes slightly.

Then, from memory, dial out the first overtone.

It is true that Lin Chen hasn't touched the piano for a while, but the memories of years of practice will not be easily lost.

The clear chords rippled and passed into the young man's ears through the air.

Lin Chen played very casually, just like an ordinary practice, whenever he thought of a piece of music, he would play it, and if he forgot any passage, he would simply skip it and move on to the next passage.

The wind and snow outside the window seemed to be dancing with the sound of the piano.

The birds were much quieter, they gathered in twos and threes and stopped on the branches, and stopped singing.

As if he couldn't bear to disturb the sound of the piano.

The whole world is much quieter.

Only the ice hanging on the eaves melted a little, and tears dripped down, making small puddles in the snow, revealing the original color of the bluestone slabs.

The boy sat quietly, watching and listening quietly.

She likes to watch Lin Chen play the piano very much.

When Lin Chen played the piano, he was always casual and serious, and all the remaining tenderness turned into the sound of the piano.

Qin Xiao Si Zhu, Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu, everything complements him.

The boy reached out and fiddled with the branch of wintersweet.

The plum blossoms that have been beaten by snow are extraordinarily fragrant.

Inadvertently, strands of it spread out, lingering between your nostrils.

Just like the sound of the piano, it is refreshing.

The temperature in the warm pavilion was a little higher, and the sound of the piano was warm and harmonious, which made the boy's peach blossom eyes glow reddish and filled with water.

She leaned against the table, stretching her fingers lazily.

Maybe it was because the strings were too gentle, and the faint fragrance of wintersweet made her relax her vigilance.

Lin Chen opened his eyes, and inadvertently met those twining peach blossom eyes.

So he bent his lips and smiled, his brows and eyes were full of tenderness.

This time he rubbed the strings and suddenly changed the tune.

The snow outside the window seemed to be getting heavier again.

This time the song is different from the previous one. He has fully integrated all the techniques into it, and it seems that all the fiery emotions are pouring out.

When it comes to the climax, there is a little sadness in the indifferent and lonely.

So at this moment, at the gate of the Lin mansion, under the tall magnolia tree, the drunk old Taoist opened his eyes.

It stands to reason that the sound of the piano cannot be transmitted that far at all.

But Shen Banxian was still secretly shocked.

This is clearly a phoenix seeking a phoenix.

Could it be that this child, Yuqing, was in love?

He thought about it for a long time, three copper coins shook out of his cuffs, and made a fuss about the warm wine.

Wait until the three copper coins fall to the ground.

Shen Banxian stroked his beard and sighed repeatedly.

It's really all karma, and everything is involuntary.

It seems that I have to find time to leave.

The old Taoist lifted the jug, and simply gulped it down, without breaking it.

He let himself be drunk in this wind and snow.

The empty jug hit the ground, and Gululu rolled away.

……

Friendship and heart are harmonious, who will know each other in the middle of the night?

Both wings rise and fly high, and I feel sad.

　When I was in third grade, my dad brought me a box of books from the library, all of which were selections of children's literature, in extremely diverse categories, and even about science.

　　Among them is a set of children's editions of the Four Great Masterpieces.

　　I liked Dream of the Red Chamber the most at that time, and I watched it over and over several times.

　　The reason is actually very simple...

　　Who made the Twelve Beauties of Jinling in the illustration so beautiful! ! !

　　Who doesn't love a beautiful sister?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)