There is a Xinanli Hutong next to the Conservatory of Music, and Lu Yin was standing waiting for them at the intersection.
When Jia Li got off the car, Lu Yin smiled and came up to him to shake hands, "It's not far inside. It's very convenient here. It's separated from the Central Academy Orchestra by a courtyard wall..."
Jiali didn't expect that Ye Tingyu also had a house in this area. He obviously bought it for Lu Mengcai, and asked, "How long did it take to buy the yard here? It's very convenient." It is estimated that Lu Meng's working relationship will be in the central area in the future. Hospital orchestra.
Unexpectedly, Lu Yin said with a smile, "There has been a yard here for a long time, and some debris has been piled up..." Seeing Huaien and Lu Meng getting out of the car over there, Lu Yin looked ahead and said, "Let's walk over, it's not far." Jiali nodded and waved to Lu Meng, "Mengmeng, that's the Central Academy of Music over there."
Here Huaien held her arm and whispered, "He is quite sensible and arranged you to be in the Central Academy Orchestra. From now on, you will continue to knock on the triangle. How come you get to Zhongdu? Continue here."
Xiaolu smiled, "Forget it."
Huaien looked at her and said, "Mengmeng, we understand that you have concerns, but these do not affect the overall situation. You can use your temperament."
The deer also looked at him, "Okay."
Huaien held her arm more intimately and walked over.
Jia Li put his arm next to hers and said, "This is Lu Yin."
Lu Yin's clean and handsome smile is very eye-catching, "I heard that Yu is making dumplings at home. I heard that you like eating chive stuffing."
Lu Meng nodded, "Thank you." She didn't have anything to do. No matter how great a person was, it didn't matter if he shined her shoes. Just to the ears of Jia Li and Huai En, it's different. Tsk tsk, Ye Tingyu can also make dumplings? In the eyes of people like them, Ye Tingyu was just a power machine with evil intentions. He was afraid that it would be difficult to take care of himself. At this time, he actually made dumplings with his own hands? The emphasis on Lu Meng goes without saying, but it just sounds too fresh.
Walking all the way in, it is impossible to get in by car. The alley is very narrow. From time to time, parents lead their children carrying musical instruments through it. The atmosphere here is very good. Basically, except for the aborigines, they are all rented and have dreams of studying music. Families that can go to school at the Central Academy of Music and its affiliated middle school or primary school or find lessons from teachers there, in addition to the child's talent, the family's strength should also be good. Anyway, along the way, Lu Meng liked it quite a lot.
It is a single-family house with a very clean small yard. A red maple tree adds a lot of color to the yard.
Wow, it was so refreshing to see Ye Tingyu like this. He was wearing a black down vest, his shirt sleeves rolled up, glasses, and his hands were covered in flour. He opened the curtain and came out, as if he had suddenly seen so many people. Still stunned, he stood there.
"Listen to the fish," Kerry called proactively, walked forward, and smiled, "You really did it yourself."
"Oh," he finally came to his senses and pointed to the house in the middle, "It's warm inside, come in and sit down." But he walked to the pool in the yard to wash his hands. They walked up the steps, and Lu Meng and he seemed to be in a 90-degree turn. Did the two of them look at each other? It was too fast, and no one could see clearly... Huaien opened the door curtain for Lu Meng, and inside was a stream of The heating is good, and the furnishings of the house feel very warm at first glance, as if it is like a family living there.
There are wrapped dumplings neatly arranged on the table, which are very good, like little ingots. Huai En took off his military coat for her, and Lu Meng looked around without hiding his curiosity. Lu Yin quickly poured wine for her, but in one hand he still brought the tea cup that had been hot on the small stove, "Here, let's drink some tea first to warm up." Warm?" Lu Yin didn't know what to do. He knew that she would always drink wine, but she couldn't just drink it as water as soon as she came in.
Kerry took the wine glass directly and said, "Let's stick to this one." Then he handed it to Xiaolu. Xiaolu put her mouth to drink and drank. She looked at the painting "Eight Drunken Immortals" on the wall. She felt familiar, but she definitely couldn't remember where she had seen it before. She had lost her memory. She had forgotten many things...z.br>
When Yu Yu came in after washing his hands, everyone looked at him, including Xiaolu. Lu Meng's wine glass was still placed on his lips, looking at him carefully.
Tell me, how did Lu Meng feel when he heard that Ye Tingyu wanted to marry him? To be honest, there was no need for Jinyi Canling to "persuad her" or Yuyang to "say hello" to her. Lu Meng must have laughed to death in his heart!
She is willing! This was the person she tried her best to suppress, for fear that she would be foolish enough to "seize him by force" and take possession of him. He was so beautiful, and she delivered it to her door!
Xiaolu thought, looking at it now, "too many good things" is probably ominous, but I really can't care about that much anymore. After I got out of prison, the greedy person is right in front of me... It's better to be beautiful for a while, hehe.
Lu Meng looked at him without moving her eyes. She couldn't tell how greedy she was, but she was frank and straightforward. Huai'en was behind his back and found it funny. Ye Tingyu didn't seem to dare to look at her.
Ye Tingyu, such an incredible person, is introverted in private and is close to social fear. What's the matter? Can he handle Xiaolu...
"The water is boiling. Let me cook the dumplings." He came over.
Lu Meng began to roll up his sleeves and put the dumplings on the plate aside without saying a word, without any acknowledgment.
Funnily enough, this is how she looked "home" for the first time. The three young masters, who were of high status, either had their hands behind their backs, were holding her wine glass, or were just moving to lift the curtain, all watching the "couple" carry a plate of raw dumplings to the kitchen to cook in tacit understanding... ...Also, they are guests and should wait to eat.
Happy Valentine's Day, the little deer comes home for the first time.
