Please draw your way of death

Chapter 42

"That's fine. I'll teach the children to sing later. I'm afraid I won't be able to play it well." Meng Qishu felt relieved and extremely satisfied.

"...Do you want to listen to my advice," Ning Mian finally couldn't hold back, "Why don't you sing a cappella."

He was afraid that the children would not listen to them and start an uprising.

"Why not use an accompaniment?" Meng Qishu asked confused.

"Forget it," Ning Mian finally threw the mop outside the door, looked up to the sky and sighed, and walked into the house, "I'll accompany you."

"Have you ever learned the piano?" Meng Qishu gave him the seat, and leaned against the keys to watch Ning Mian finally sit down in front of the piano.

"A little bit." Ning Mian finally tried a few notes briefly, and then continued to play the melody of Meng Qishu just now.

It can be said that there is no harm without comparison. After Ning Mian finally played a bar, Meng Qishu finally understood why he insisted on singing a cappella.

Ning Mian's ending is childlike and cheerful, while her own is eerie and terrifying.

He clapped his hands with amazement in his eyes: "It's hidden, Ning Mianchu, what else do you play?"

"I was forced to learn it when I was young." Ning Mian finally stopped, her eyes fell on Meng Qishu, "What do you want to hear?"

"It's okay." Meng Qishu didn't care.

Ning Mian finally thought for a while, looked away, put her hands on the keys again, and pressed a key.

The slow, water-like tune flowed from his fingertips, like a small stream of water, moistening the heart and spleen, flowing from the ear to the bottom of the heart, and everywhere he passed was relaxing, sighing, and enjoying in the softness.

From an unknown second, a few brisk syllables were gradually added to the background of the calm and waveless water, beating like the beating of a heart blowing with the wind.One click, one click, there is a rhythm in the chaos, there is an unbearable stop in the pursuit, and in the unstoppable beating, it is the gaze and vent of what you want.

Wait and see, wait and see, after a long period of softness, there is a gradual rise in emotion, and when this gentle tone cannot bear its heat, it suddenly stops, wandering in the romantic place of emotional catharsis, falling and rising, going back and forth, coming and going .

Meng Qishu leaned against the piano, put his hands on the piano behind him, leaned his upper body slightly forward, closed his eyes slightly to let his senses follow the tune, even his brows were relaxed, indulging in the gentle tune.

Ning Mian finally raised her eyes slightly, staring at Meng Qishu calmly, her eyes filled with gentleness.

He retracted his gaze, followed his fingertips a few times, then put it back on the person, retracted it again, and put it back again, back and forth several times, as if his gaze was always involuntarily attracted to the person beside the piano.

The gentle melody, the romantic vent, that is his overflowing emotion, there is nowhere to express it, so it flows from his fingertips.

The melody is ruthless, it is the player who gives it life, and the listener comprehends its melody.

The rhythm is gradually slowing down, and it is approaching the end, but the emotion obviously will not dissipate with the disappearance of the music. It settles in the melody that gradually subsides, and turns into the innermost passion, burning from the bottom of the eyes every time you raise your eyes.

Meng Qishu raised his eyes slowly, and just as his lips were about to curl up, he was kissed by Ning Mian who stood up and stroked his side.

Meng Qishu was stunned for a moment when his eyes met the hotness in the opponent's eyes, and he half closed his eyes and responded cautiously.

He stretched out one hand from behind, put it on Ning Mianzhong's shoulder, and let the other party hold him halfway, pressing him on the piano, his waist against the edge of the piano, and his upper body slightly leaning back.

Slightly loosening the other's lips, Meng Qishu panted and laughed, "What song?"

"'Adilina by the Water'." Ning Mianchu's voice was hoarse, her eyes fixed on the other's lips, but she still felt that it was not enough, and she leaned forward again, and rubbed it lightly.

"You're... not finished..." Meng Qishu opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't dodge. He stretched back the hand on Ning Mianzhong's shoulder, hooked the other's neck, and leaned forward, deepening the kiss little by little.

After the kiss was over, Meng Qishu hung half of his body on Ning Mian Shengsheng, leaned his forehead on the other's shoulder, closed his eyes slightly, and breathed carefully.

I feel very at ease, I don't know if it's the effect of the piano music, or because this person is by his side, the panic I've had since entering the dungeon has been greatly soothed at this moment, leaving only the aftertaste of heart palpitations.

He tilted his head slightly, sniffing upwards from Ning Mianzhong's neck, stopped at the mandible, and rubbed his lips against the other's skin.

The warm breath permeated through the skin, followed the nerves into the heart, Ning Mian finally looked down at him, and could only see the eyelashes of the other party's narrowed eyes and trembling slightly, he turned his face sideways, and his lips moved closer.

"Dangdang"!

There was a knock on the door, and the two stopped at the same time. Meng Qishu looked up, and saw the little girl in the little red dress standing at the door, looking at her expressionlessly.

"Ah, the students are here." Meng Qishu finally put his arms around Ning Mianzhong's neck, raised his head and kissed him on the lips, and then let go of him.

The little girl watched Meng Qishu walking towards her, pursed her lips, and said in a depressed tone, "Can you stop doing this in front of children?"

"Children? How old are you?" Meng Qishu bent down in front of her and asked with a smile.

"Eight years old." The little girl curled her lips and looked at him angrily.

"Lie," Meng Qishu snorted, "You told me you were eight years old 18 years ago."

"I will always be eight years old." The little girl was not convinced.

"Then what are you?" Meng Qishu laughed, "A monster?"

"I am a child," the little girl said seriously, "a child will always be only eight years old."

"No wonder," Meng Qishu straightened up, raised his hand to stroke her head, "After all these years, you are still so short."

"..." The little girl looked at him angrily, not wanting to speak.

"Where are the others?" Seeing that the teasing was almost done, Meng Qishu finally brought the topic to the serious business.

"Outside the door."

Meng Qishu poked his head out and saw other children in the corridor.

"Come in, everyone, take care of me for the next hour."

Although Meng Qishu is not good at playing the piano, but fortunately he is not very good at singing.

After he sang "Two Tigers" back and forth with the children, some children finally couldn't sit still.

"I don't want to sing this nursery rhyme anymore." In the crowd, a child muttered.

It can be said that one stone stirred up thousands of waves, and in an instant, the other children also echoed: "Yes, if you don't sing, it doesn't sound good!"

Ning Mian was always watching from the sidelines, and really wanted to say that this is really not a bad nursery rhyme.

"Who doesn't want to sing this anymore, why don't you stand up and mention it?" Meng Qishu stopped and looked at them.

The kid who muttered at the beginning immediately stood up, raised his hand and said, "Uncle, this song is not good, let's learn another song."

"It's fine to change another song." Meng Qishu nodded, turned his eyes to the kid, and smiled, "But what did you call me just now? Uncle?"

She hooked her lips, and the smile in her eyes was dangerous: "Come on, call me brother!"

"..." The kid stared at him blankly, his mouth was a little at a loss.

What kind of god development is this?

"Brother," the little girl in the little red dress raised her hand, looked at Meng Qishu's gaze blankly, and moved her lips, "Change the song."

shameless.

Meng Qishu felt relieved, so he changed the song very quickly to teach them.

But no matter how he changed it, every time before he finished teaching, some children always asked him to change the song.

So Meng Qishu, who had changed five or six nursery rhymes, simply stopped teaching and asked Ning Mian to play the final tune.

Ning Mian finally twitched the corners of her lips, looked at Meng Qishu who was sitting next to her with his back to the piano, and asked him what music he was listening to.

"Let's play it briskly." Meng Qishu grabbed his hand on the edge of the stool like an old man, leaned back and met Ning Mian's eyes, and smiled closer, "It's rewarding to play."

So the remaining half of the class was completely handed over to Ning Mian. Ning Mian finally picked and played a few accompaniments. She couldn't tell what the song was, but she just played whatever came to her mind.

Meng Qishu sat a little further away from him to avoid affecting his performance.

He lowered his head slightly, his body swayed forward following the melody, and occasionally hummed a few words in a low voice when he got excited.

Although Meng Qishu wasn't very good at singing nursery rhymes, but he hummed them with a rare pleasant taste.

Ning Mian finally glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and it happened that there was a warm light coming in from outside the house, a small piece was right on the track where Meng Qishu was swaying.So every time that guy leaned forward, his half-closed eyes just fell into the warm light, shining brightly, with a soft light, accompanied by the soft humming, like a little hook. At the end of Ning Mian's heart, he was twitching.

Before Meng Qishu could sway enough, it was time for the end of get out of class. He waved his hand and let the children disband on their own. He adjusted his sitting posture with a lot of interest, and went to watch Ning Mianzhong who was on the sidelines.

"Are you satisfied?" Seeing that there was no one else in the room, Ning Mian finally put one hand on the stool and leaned forward towards Meng Qishu, with a hint of teasing in her eyes, "Brother?"

"..." His heart skipped a beat, Meng Qishu stared blankly at Ning Mian for the last two seconds, then suddenly closed his eyes and turned his head away, "Don't call me brother."

This is too foul!

Ning Mian finally smiled, and said relentlessly, "Isn't that what you want to hear?"

"I am teasing the children!" Meng Qishu's ears turned red.

"That's it." Ning Mian finally pretended to be sorry, and looked at him leisurely, but there was a smile in his eyes, "Then you haven't said whether you are satisfied with my playing."

"..." Meng Qishu looked up to the sky and howled silently, put down his hands, and looked at him fixedly, "Not satisfied."

"Huh?" Ning Mian didn't move, just looked at him with a smile on her lips.

"...not satisfied," Meng Qishu pursed his lips, met his gaze a little closer, and said softly, "I haven't heard enough, what should I do?"

Ning Mian finally breathed hard for a moment, his eyes darkened a bit, he ground his molars, approached Meng Qishu's ear, and also lowered his voice, "Then..."

"Play until you've heard enough, okay?"