The man standing in front of him leaned down and looked at himself.

The neckline of each other's clothes was a little big, so he stood in front of him with his knees up. The violinist looked up and saw the exquisite clavicle lines exposed by muzzy. The boy's face turned red, and he quickly stood up. Fortunately, Mu Tze hid quickly, otherwise he would be hit by the other side's head on his chin.

The violinist blushed and stammered. He pointed to the violin on the side and said, "you, you use it."

Without realizing how much impact he had made on the other side, he murmured in his heart that the boy was too shy. However, facing the vacant seats and violin, he soon forgot this little episode.

Mozart sat in the seat of the chief violinist, drove the violin to his neck, held the bow in one hand, and began to play.

Members of the symphony orchestra used to drink milk tea, chat and tune musical instruments. Although the music room is not called a noisy, but also very noisy.

However, all these sounds gradually dissipated after the first string.

The young man sitting in the position of the first violinist had soft black hair hanging over his ears, which was covered with a thin layer of light from the light above the music classroom. He closed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes drooped, he was upright and graceful, with his head on his side, and a violin between his slender neck and thin shoulders. One of his thin white hands sticks to the bow, and the other hand's flexible and slender fingers press the strings with ease. The whole picture flows, and then a piece of clear and pleasant music flows out.

The crowd looked at Mu Tze's appearance, even the atmosphere did not dare to come out, they could only listen attentively.

The tone is clear and crisp, like a pearl falling into a jade plate. The voice was loud and clear, like birds fighting in the mountains. The sound of violin seemed to have magic power, which dragged people to the dreamy valley. In the green forest, they seemed to smell the fresh air with the smell of soil, heard the birds chirping in their ears, the wind of leaves on top of their heads, and the gurgling water under their feet. With everyone's mind, it seems that they have pushed aside a painting scroll, paved with green mountains, moist soil, and small feicho jumping around with short legs.

I don't know when the music stops.

Lin Ling was the first to wake up.

He looked at the slightly smiling muzzy and took the lead in clapping. Immediately, the symphony orchestra's talents wake up and clap hands with each other.

Muzzy was a little embarrassed. He could not help but drop his head. His face was a little hot. But he was very happy, very happy, the corners of his mouth could not help but lift up.

It has been a long time since he joined the national energy exploration department and began to do his job. This instrument was once his eternal passion and lifelong pursuit. If it wasn't for his hand injury, he might have been active on the stage. Now he can touch the instrument again with healthy fingers. Even though he has not practiced for a long time, the effect of playing is not as good as he intended. Therefore, he is very happy.

Not to mention there are so many encouraging applause around.

Lin Ling finished her hands, and her eyes were shining on Mu Tze, who was sitting on the position of the first violinist, as if admiring her own art Muse: "the bird singing in the mountain stream" by the famous Utopian composer Stephanie, the unique masterpiece on the treble E string, and one of the recognized high difficulty violin music. You're great. Great. "

He said this with a bard like tone, deep praise of the other party's superb skills and feelings.

Mozart was more embarrassed by his praise. But anyone could see that the young man was very happy, and his dark eyes were shining like stars on the night.

Lin Ling looked at him, almost involuntarily stepped forward and said, "you have such talent, how can you..."

When he finished asking, he heard a sharp female voice coming from the door: "abnormal ah

The crowd was shocked. Looking back, they saw a flute player in a small skirt who was going to go out to the toilet. He covered his mouth and looked at the people standing outside in shock.

Lin Ling didn't care about it. After all, the real perversion can't stand in front of the classroom. But when he turned his head, his eyes changed.

Standing outside the door was Pei Congliang, who was embarrassed.

How the hell did this guy get here?! How do you know that their Symphony Orchestra will train in this classroom?!

Is it true that the other party was following them in the first place?

As soon as Lin Ling thought of this, he was filled with anger. He had been reminded by his delivery brother that he was busy directing the symphony orchestra, and only paid attention to the door. Later, Lin Ling saw that there was no movement at the door, so she put her heart down, but she didn't expect that the obscene... Trivial man was Pei Congliang!

Pei Congliang was a little guilty of scaring other girls. When he saw Lin Ling's eyes, the guilt disappeared immediately.

What does that mean! Look at his eyes as if he had been squatting in the orange!He hasn't found his boyfriend yet!

Pei Congliang thought so, and his eyes began to move in the direction of Mu Tze.

Just as he was holding the crack of the door, his heart thumped when he saw that he was immersed in music. That intoxicated, as if in the luminous appearance, compared with PEI Congliang first time to see each other, looks more exciting.

It's not because the other party is like Lin Ling that makes him feel excited, but because Mu Tze himself is so dazzling that he is just like a good porcelain.

Pei Congliang used to regard each other as a consolation that he could not get close to Lin Ling. Now it seems that he might have been blinded by something.

It is clear that Mu Tze's appearance of playing violin is much more than Lin's. how could he have overlapped their faces and postures at the beginning!

Unfortunately, it is too late to realize this. Pei Congliang looks at Mu Tze, and the other party looks away before his eyes sweep over.

It was obvious that he was reluctant to see him.

After the flute player screamed, there was no sound in the music room. The eyes of the symphony orchestra rolled around several times, from Mu Tsai to Lin Ling, then to Pei Congliang, and finally to Mu Tsai.

Although they don't know what happened in the past few days, seeing the tense atmosphere and Mu Tze's evasive attitude, the students of the symphony orchestra are blessed and have no teachers.

This is what kind of Shura war!

Lin Ling stood on the stage, looking at Pei Congliang's eyes very cold: "how do you know we are here?"

This question is to the point. Pei Congliang originally didn't want to answer this question, but looking at Mu Tze's beautiful profile and seemingly indifferent attitude, he could not help but admit: "I followed you."

Lin Ling's eyes neutral engraved with disdain: "tracking crazy, still face to admit? Do you think we won't care? "

Pei Congliang's eyes did not even give him a trace, but looked at Mu Tsai and said: "yes, I know I did wrong. But I just can't help following you. "

He said, seeing that Mu Tze still refused to look at him, he could only turn back to look at Lin Ling on the stage and said fiercely, "Mu Tsai has been taken away by you. How can I be at ease. Lin Ling, don't think I don't know what heart is in your stomach. "

"And," Pei Congliang's voice was very firm, "please make sure that muzzy is my boyfriend! Where he wants to go, I should accompany him! "

All the people in the symphony orchestra gasped.

Honey, is this still a serious boyfriend? When the schoolmaster brought Mu Tsai over, they looked at Lin Ling's hospitality and thought that the other party was about to succeed, but they didn't expect that their elder student was still trying to dig the wall with a hoe!

Lin Ling had a great momentum and a high attitude. But hearing this sentence, his face could not hang, green, red, white.

I hate to admit it, but it is. No matter how to say, Pei Congliang is still muzzy's boyfriend, so it is reasonable for him to come to find each other! On the contrary, it was his dishonesty in digging up the wall.

Of course, Lin Ling refused to show weakness. He was about to retort when he heard an ethereal and pleasant voice: "it's not a boyfriend anymore."

When Pei Congliang heard the speech, he looked shocked. He immediately turned to look at him, and saw that Mozart was finally willing to look at him.

The other party is still that delicate and soft appearance, standing there as thin as a pine tree, it is exciting to see, but the words he said were not what he wanted to hear: "Congliang, I'll break up with you. Today, I'm very happy. I don't want to be a stand in for others. I just want to live for myself

Suddenly, all the members of the symphony orchestra couldn't help but take a breath.

Thousands of miles after his wife, but ended up abandoned! What a miserable word!

After saying this, he sighed in his heart.

According to the original plot, the original body hesitated for a long time after knowing that he was just Lin Ling's stand in, but he didn't really give up Pei Congliang. It was only by chance that he got the chance to play in the symphony orchestra and felt reborn that he really broke up with the regret that followed him.

Although at the moment, the time, the place and the people present seem to be wrong. However, the conditions for triggering the plot seem to be satisfied, and the progress of the original work is accelerated, which is conducive to Mu Tze's timely escape from the energy field. After all, after two months of lying in the nutrition cabin for the first two times, Lao Huang Qian exhorted and even threatened that if he could not come out within two months, he would forcibly pull out the head connecting the instrument, and Mu Tze could only solve the small world as soon as possible.

In this way, the lover may be able to recover his memory quickly, so that he can say goodbye to the other party.

At the thought of this, muzzy's eyes could not help darkening.

Pei Congliang did not expect that after his sincere confession, he got such an answer from Mu Tze, and his face turned pale. He looked up and saw muzzy's sad face. Before he could speak, his sight was blocked.Lin Ling stands in front of Mu Tsai.

He was so proud in his heart that his face glowed with joy. Mu Tsai said that he wanted to break up with PEI Congliang. Although the other side was sad, he didn't seem to give up the feeling, but it didn't matter! Because it means he has a chance! He can pursue each other in a fair way!

As long as Lin Ling thought of this, she was very happy. At this moment, she blocked Mu Tze's face without any politeness and stopped Pei Congliang's gaze. He was in high spirits and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "do you hear me? Caicai wants to break up with you. Don't hang around here, and save some face for yourself and Pei family. "

Pei Congliang's eyes were red. Before he could speak, a deep male voice sounded from the door:

"when did Pei's face fall on his head?"

When they looked up, a man in a long gray windbreaker stepped into the door.

The other party is tall, long legs, wide shoulders and narrow waist, and his black hair is combed back, revealing a high nose and thin lip, and a well-defined face.

This face is not seen everywhere like a star, but all the people present know it.

This is Pei Jingyun, the person in charge of the Pei family, who has been the richest man in China for many years!

Lin Ling saw each other and her face changed. He saw the other party coming towards the stage, but he still didn't get out of the way. He just showed a modest look on his face and said, "Uncle Pei is joking. I'm just asking Pei Jingyun not to pester and smash it, so as not to get a bad reputation outside. "

He deliberately bit the word "Uncle" very heavily. Pei Jingyun stopped for a moment, but he still kept coming to me: "I understand your kindness, but the face of Pei family will be avoided. He's just a loser. "

Pei Jingyun said, carelessly swept under Pei Congliang.

Pei was unwilling from conscience, but he could only lower his head and clenched his hands.

Pei Jingyun did not seem to see it. Not only did he not seem to see Pei Congliang, but also the people clutching in front of Lin Ling as if he had not seen the hill. He directly bypassed the other party and came to Mu Tsai's face.

Muzzy looked up at him.

Only this one eye, Pei Jingyun's heart is moving.

That gloomy look let his heart follow to sink, quivering eyelashes seem to sweep in his heart for a while, call Pei Jingyun also suffer some.

Like his nephew so much?

Isn't he good? Or is it because he is older than Mozart?

Think of that uncle, Pei Jingyun's mood is worse. But his words are still very gentle: "today you come out for a long time, it's time to go back."

"But I have broken up with PEI Congliang."

Pei Jingyun's face showed a smile: "but you are still my guest."

As he was about to speak, he gently pressed the lips of his long cherished counterpart: "well, don't forget that you have to enter my symphony orchestra."

The author has something to say: Pei Jingyun: but you are still my Lao person.