sunny day

Chapter 1 01

Yan Yang found that he seemed to like someone.

But he soon discovered that this was his illusion.

When he went to that piano store for the second time, he didn't even recognize the man.The other party recognized him, and greeted him with a smile: "Are you here again?"

Only then did Yan Yang belatedly equate the object of his heart with the person in front of him.He withdrew his probing gaze and fixed his gaze on the speaker.Taking a closer look, he found a little sense of familiarity from the other person, but that sense of familiarity was too scarce, and disappeared in a daze of disappointment.

It might not be very polite to say that, but Yan Yang felt in his heart that this person in front of him was just like the thousands of hominids on the road, extremely dull and without bright spots.

The owner of the piano shop is a good-tempered person, and he is not annoyed by being scrutinized like this. Seeing Yan Yang's gaze resting on the violin in his hand, he asked considerately: "Do you want to buy a violin?"

Yan Yang was thinking about letting the boss play a song like that night, when he heard this, he suddenly felt a little boring.The heartbeat can't lie to anyone, if you don't feel it, you don't feel it.He withdrew his gaze dully, and suddenly changed his mind when he turned around.

"Take a handful," he said.

So, Yan Yang took a special day off and took the violin home without doing anything.

The work group was ringing non-stop, and several colleagues were looking for him.These people also have problems, they don't chat privately when they have something to do, but go to the work group to yell, as if they can't be contacted if they leave the work group.

virtue.

Yan Yang didn't intend to pamper them, he turned on his phone and posted in the group: [About leave, please call urgently. 】

After the message was sent, the world suddenly became quiet.

Yan Yang was not surprised by this, he put the phone aside and quietly went about his own business.

He lived a boring life and had no hobbies in private. When he became very bored, he just read books and did quizzes.There is a wall of books in his home, there are all kinds of books, but in general there are mostly mathematics books. After all, mathematics 1 is 1, and 2 is 2. There is not so much benevolence and morality, love and hatred.

Yan Yang himself is living a difficult life, and he never wants to feel the joys and sorrows of others.Besides, there are so many principles in the book, and so much chicken soup, and I don't see a few people who have absorbed nutrition from it.

He searched this question bank as usual, but for some reason, he was not in a good state today, and he only needed to think about things for a few seconds on weekdays, but after a few minutes today, there was no result.Yan Yang knew that he was in a bad state, so he stopped his loss in time, put down the question bank, and looked for other books, but numbers couldn't comfort him, let alone words.

He left the bookshelf resentfully, and set his eyes on the violin on the table.

The violin has been on the table since I bought it.

Or its quietness flattered Yan Yang, and he walked over.

This violin was recommended by the shop owner. The shop owner probably saw that Yan Yang was not very interested in the violin, so he didn't recommend supporting products. After recommending the violin, he only recommended a so-called beginner's textbook.

Yan Yang didn't pay attention at the time, cut open the shell, and looked at the word "advanced" on the top, only to realize that he was bluffed by the other party.

He was not interested in thinking about the meaning of the other party's behavior, so he casually flipped through two pages, and seeing that there were all incomprehensible symbols, he threw the textbook aside and picked up the violin.

He put the violin on his shoulder, closed his eyes, and raised the strings following the appearance of the person in his memory...

"squeak--"

The violin let out a mournful cry.

Unwilling to give up, Yan Yang tilted his head and continued to pull.

"squeak--"

"Squeak-"

……

After the violin squeaked a few times, Yan Yang found some feeling. He relaxed his wrist and stopped pressing the strings hard. As expected, the sound from the violin suddenly became much cleaner.

Yan Yang was greatly encouraged, he moved his stiff shoulders, and was about to pull a few more times with all his strength, when a voice suddenly sounded in the room:

"Who saw wood in the middle of the night? Can Tema have some quality?!"

The speaker is a man whose voice appears and disappears out of thin air.

Yan Yang is sure that there is no other person in the house except himself.

Where did that sound come from?

He walked around the house, found no suspicious objects, and probed into the air: "Who is it?"

No one responded.

Yan Yang hesitantly picked up the bow and stroked the strings.

silent.

The second time.

Still no one said anything.

Yan Yang raised the violin, put it on his neck, and played it without rhythm as before.

But after a while, the male voice sounded again: "Are you finished?!"

Yan Yang got the response, stopped his movements, and asked in a cold voice, "Who are you?"

"Who could it be?" The male voice replied, "I am your father!"