Fan Zhengyu lost Zheng Lansheng, but picked up a Yunhe Branch, lay on the bed, sent him a message carefully, asking about the first time of practice.

Yun Hezhi was looking through the relevant information about the violin at that time. He was familiar with the instruments commonly used in Beijing operas such as Jinghu and Yueqin, but he didn't know much about the violin. Since he wanted to cooperate, he had to do some homework. The phone vibrated and a message jumped out.

[Boss Yun, I have time to do anytime when it comes to your arrangements.]

The wording is quite polite.

Fan Zhengyu received a reply soon: [There are time for tomorrow.]

【Then will I go there around 8 am?】

【good.】

...

Fan Zhengyu determined the practice time and found a lot of information about Yun Hezhi on the Internet, and was so excited that he didn't sleep all night.

She really picked up a big baby!

What is Zheng Lansheng...

In front of him, he can only be a younger brother!

After a night of fun, she showed up with a pair of panda eyes when she appeared at Yun Hezhi's door the next day.

Yun Hezhi was standing under the osmanthus tree and her voice was raising her gentle and comfortable face. She was a female actor. This face could even be described as red lips and white teeth. It was inevitably characterized by the character of a famous actor and his arrogance.

On the Autumn Day, the suburbs are dusk. He is wearing a white dress, and his whole body seems to be covered in a layer of fog. He is so handsome that he walks with an extremely elegant and elegant figure.

When Fan Zhengyu arrived at the door, the door was hidden, and she was a little confused.

It was not until the door was opened and Yun Hezhi appeared in front of her that she came to her senses. Her behavior was considered a voyeurism, and her little face crawled with shyness.

He raised his face and greeted him with a smile: "Boss Yun, it's so early."

"Come in." Yun Hezhi's voice was filled with a sensation, and it was as if a gust of wind blew at this time, dissipating the fog, making people feel clear in an instant, "Have you had breakfast?"

"have eaten."

"Then you sit for a while, I'll go have a cup of tea and we'll start."

Fan Zhengyu nodded, sat down, took out the violin, checked some strings and bows, and when Yunhe Branch came out, he brought tea and put it on the stone table, "Do you have any ideas about the play we want to cooperate with?"

"I just know some Peking operas. As for what to perform, I still have to leave them to you. You are more professional than me." Fan Zhengyu's research on Peking operas was so embarrassed to play in front of Yun Hezhi.

"You wait a moment."

Yun Hezhi took out a yellowed playbook from the house and handed it to her, "Look at it, if there is anything you like or are interested in here."

Fan Zhengyu nodded and answered, took the notebook and looked at it. Not only were there lyrics on it, but also when and what instruments were used to express emotions to set off the atmosphere. It was very suitable for her instruments like her.

She looked at it seriously. Maybe once a person enters a familiar field, it is easy for Confucian scholars to be a scholar. Fan Zhengyu didn't notice that Yun Hezhi had already stood beside her and drank tea...

Look at her!

Yun Hezhi has seen her several times and always feels like a child. With a cousin like Jiang Jinshang, it can be seen that the environment for growth is very good.

They are different. He studied Kunqu Opera and most of the people who sang opera were boys, sang, recited, and beaten. He was scolded by his masters. He was addicted to opera all day long and was isolated from the world, which led to him having problems communicating with others for a while. However, she played the violin yesterday, and she seemed to have light on her body, which made people unable to take her eyes open.

Yun Hezhi was not a person who cared about appearance, but at that moment, he felt that the girl in front of him had light.

The sight fell—

It will be difficult to remove it.

"Boss Yun, what do you think of "The Drunken Concubine"?" Fan Zhengyu pointed to the book, "It's just that everyone is too familiar with this drama, and the requirements are definitely high. If the performance is not good, it is easy to have an accident. Why don't you choose a few for me? I'm going to pick them out?"

"good."

Yun Hezhi said, putting down the cup.

Bent over and bowed his waist, Fan Zhengyu pushed the script down to him, and he started to search. She was originally focused and did not pay attention to the distance between the two. Only then did she realize that the distance between the two was a little close.

This boss Yun...

The skin is too good.

She looks so white that she seems to be transparent. How could a man have such beautiful facial features? When she remembered the pile of facial masks she stocked at home, she felt a little sad. She wanted to ask how he took care of his skin.

Fan Zhengyu was just thinking in his heart, but he didn't expect that he didn't keep the door open. After staying up all night, his head was still dizzy and he actually spoke.

"Boss Yun, you..."

"Um?"

Yun Hezhi turned his head a little, and the distance between the two was only between sizes. He had just drunk tea and had a faint fragrance during his breath.

Such a beautiful face, a critical hit is coming!

Fan Zhengyu's breathing stagnated and could only look at him in a daze. No matter how she said that she was just a normal person, although she also had a cousin who looked as delicate as a fairy, she had seen him since she was a child, and every time she met, she would not be shocked.

The clouds and crane branches are different...

The female appearance is not feminine or feminine. As long as you don’t speak and pretend to be a powdery person, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a critical blow to the beauty.

She didn't dare to breathe and forgot to hide, but the autumn wind blew...

The osmanthus tree above the head sways, the sun has already risen, and as the branches sway, the sunlight softly drips the face of the cloud crane branches, which is not only beautiful...

Fan Zhengyu felt that he might drown on his face, especially his eyes, which were more spiritual than ordinary people.

At this moment, a osmanthus tree fell from the branch and fell on Fan Zhengyu's forehead.

The osmanthus was not very heavy, and it fell slightly, but it seemed to hit her heart. Her heartbeat suddenly stopped, and she felt that it was really impolite to stare at Yunhezhi like this.

Just as I was about to open my eyes, I raised my hand to brush the osmanthus flowers on the corner of my forehead.

The person opposite reached over.

His hands are also beautiful, unlike hers. She has been pulling bows and playing the piano all year round, and her fingers have long been called out, while his fingers are fair and slender, which is hard to imagine. Such hands are growing on a man.

Sweep her fingers gently from her forehead.

Almost no temperature left, it seemed that it was just rubbing.

But it seemed to be in her heart and shaved hard.

She could clearly feel that the fallen flowers' forehead was a little hot.

"Thank you." Fan Zhengyu immediately opened his eyes and hurriedly took the breath.

She could feel her ears burning.

Yun Hezhi watched her ears turn red with her naked eyes, and her mouth curled, "You're welcome."

Fan Zhengyu was also a little stupid. He picked up the white porcelain kettle, picked up the nearest porcelain cup at hand, filled the water, and stuffed it with half a cup.

The throat...hot!

Hot heart, hot body!

She needs relief.

"Miss Fan..."

"Um?"

"That's my cup!"

"..." Fan Zhengyu looked at the cup in his hand. Just now, Yun Hezhi checked the script and placed the cup on her side casually, and she didn't care much.

this……

What should she do?

Fan Zhengyu originally wanted to drink water to relieve the depression in his heart, but now he is getting better. The warm water enters his throat and his body becomes hotter.

It's simply deadly!

"Boss Yun, I'm really sorry, I..."

"It's okay, I'll use this cup for you." Yun Hezhi lowered her head and looked at the script, "By the way, what did you call me just now, are you trying to say to me?"

Fan Zhengyu was stunned. She just now... Actually, she wanted to ask how he maintained it. In this situation, how could she have the nerve to speak.

"Why would it be "The Drunken Concubine"? Although everyone is familiar with the play, this time it is a combination of Chinese and Western styles, which will definitely bring you a different feeling and create a different spark."

"Collision...Spark?" Fan Zhengyu murmured to himself.

She is really crazy now!

Why did I stare at his face just now? I looked so greedy that I felt embarrassed. Now even when I heard such serious words as sparks, something messed up popped up in my mind.

Fan Zhengyu, are you perverted?

"What? What's wrong with what I said?" Yun Hezhi didn't know that in just a few seconds, this little girl could think of so many things.

"No, no problem, I think it's pretty good, why don't I practice it first."

...

Fan Zhengyu realized it later and found out that he had dug a hole for himself.

She said she wanted to practice, just to find a way for herself and divert her attention. As a result, she started playing the piano, and Yun Hezhi sat next to her drinking tea and stared at her.
To be continued...