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Chapter 30 The Weird Atmosphere

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    Mo Li seems to be very partial to "Canon", even when playing the harmonica, he repeats this piece over and over again.

    Just like playing the piano before, I occasionally miss two notes and deliberately miss a beat.  The rhythm is casual, but it does not affect the overall balance of the song.

    Notes are like a ball of plasticine, whatever shape Mo Li wants them to be, they will obediently become the shape he wants.

    "It's amazing!" Lin Ya involuntarily opened her mouth.

    Sure enough, Mo Li is a master figure.  The seemingly random playing can also be called art.  Lin Ya sat back on the spot, staring at Mo Li intently.

    This person was originally beautiful.  Playing the harmonica again will make it even more magical.

    God is an old man full of jealousy. He can't help but destroy things that are too good.

    Will a person as beautiful as Mo Li die young?

    Lin Ya was frightened by her own thought.  She quickly covered her mouth and kept shaking her head.  With flour-stained fingers, two arcs were drawn at the corners of her lips.

    The wheat-colored face is covered with seven or eight "whiskers" made of flour, like a kitten with a painted face.

    Mo Li's peripheral vision lingered on Lin Ya's body constantly.  This girl hasn't realized how interesting her actions are.

    The hand holding the harmonica trembled slightly twice.  The two "fa" sounds are just missing.  Mo Li suppressed the smile in his eyes, and turned to look out the window.

    But his head would always unconsciously turn in the direction of Lin Ya.  Even if he deliberately kept Lin Ya out of sight, her little face covered in flour would always appear in his mind.

    The corners of the lips are slightly raised.

    The sound of the piano, with the corners of his raised lips, became clear and cheerful.

    By the time Mo Li reacted, he had already sharpened the original bar in F key to G key.  Mo Li never played "Canon" according to the score, and Song Yu didn't find anything wrong with this change of tone.

    But Song Yu still felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

    Accompanied by Mo Li's piano sound, Lin Ya and the others finally completed the goal of making a thousand dumplings before the sun set.

    The children were taken as teachers on duty and led to the classroom to play games.  He Siling, Ji Ning and Lin Ya followed the other two staff members to clean up the venue.

    Song Yu was working as a supervisor, but he didn't speak much.  Mo Li stood alone in front of the pine tree outside the window, motionless.

    The cold wind blew the red scarf around his neck.  The afterglow of the orange sunset smeared on his body, adding loneliness to this seemingly exile-like figure.

    Looking at Mo Li's back, Lin Ya couldn't help but wonder what this person has gone through, looking so lonely and helpless.

    She really wanted to go forward and hug him, even if she didn't have much warmth to pass on to him, she still wanted to hug him.

    She seemed to make him less lonely, less lonely.

    A kind and warm person like him, even if he is not rewarded with happiness, at least he should not be associated with loneliness!

    "Don't look at him with pity for a stray cat, he's not pitiful at all." Song Yu suddenly said, and Lin Ya screamed in fright.

    "I" Lin Ya stroked her chest and panted heavily.  Why does this person appear beside her like a ghost every time?

    "Song Yu, He Si has the habit of scaring people when she doesn't move. I dare to learn it from you!"

    "Sister Ning, you want to protect your weaknesses, why drag me into the water! Kris, you are partial, and you are partial too!"

    "Si Ling, my heart is biased, how can you say I am biased?"

    He Si greeted Song Yu with a spirited spirit to go to the kitchen to help.  Song Yu rolled his eyes, and Mo Li, who was still standing in the cold wind, felt helpless in his heart.

    Before he died, Qi Yuan once said that as long as a person lives long enough, there will be no obstacle that he cannot overcome.

    After listening to her words, Mo Li covered his eyes and ears, and ran with all his might for ten years.

    He went to see the scenery she saw when she was young, and as she expected, he became a shining new star in the classical music world.

    Along the way, he has been slandered, ridiculed, and helped.  He has crossed countless hurdles, but the hurdles he did not cross when he was 17 years old are still in front of him like a mountain.

    "The way of life is to walk alone. Song Yu, you should let go!" Ji Ning blocked Song Yu's sight and looked at him with the same helpless eyes.

    Over the past ten years, Mo Li used music to forget himself, while Song Yu used Mo Li to escape from himself.  These two really?Perfect match.

    "Ji Ning, I will return this sentence to you intact." Song Yu made a face for Ji Ning, pushed her aside twice, and left without looking back.

    Fifty steps laugh at a hundred steps.

    The mouth is really only used to talk about others.

    After Song Yu left, Ji Ning's mood dropped to the bottom.  When she wasn't smiling, she was as scary as Song Yu.

    Standing less than three steps away from Ji Ning, Lin Ya felt that Ji Ning seemed far away in the sky, unreachable.

    She had experienced this feeling in both Mo Li and Song Yu.  She doesn't like this feeling, the sense of distance that cannot be shortened through hard work makes people feel uneasy.

    Ji Ning, compared with Song Yu in the way of marking people, it is nothing but worse.  She deliberately found a place where Mo Li could see it out of the corner of her eye, and leaned against the window, throwing stones out of the window from time to time.

    The stones miraculously passed through Mo Li's ears, hit two-thirds of the height of the pine tree, bounced off the branches, and landed next to the wordless tablet beside the tree.

    When Ji Ning finished throwing the thirtieth stone, Mo Li finally bowed three times to the wordless stele, and then returned to the house.

    After Mo Li returned to the house, Ji Ning became more silent than before.  Mo Li also looked out of the window as if lost in thought.

    Lin Ya fidgeted between the two of them, and countless weird plots flashed in her mind.  Mo Li, Ji Ning and Song Yu, what kind of story is there between these three people?

    Their relationship seems to be very good, but the atmosphere between them is always very delicate.

    "Girl, don't keep staring at me like this, you will fall in love with me!" Mo Li withdrew his gaze, and tapped Lin Ya's forehead lightly.

    Why does this girl always like to look at him with such innocent eyes?

    Her eyes are pure, without any impurities.

    Mo Li knew she was just curious about his story, but this gaze was dangerous.

    Whether it is for him or for her, this gaze is the beginning of a dangerous relationship.

    "Whowho's looking at you!" Lin Ya looked away guiltily.  Unfortunately, she happened to meet Shang Ji Ning's watching eyes, and her heart became even more empty.

    "Okay kris, let's get to the point. You spent so much effort to pry me here from Tokyo, shouldn't you just let me come here to watch your nostalgic work?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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