Others may not be able to see it.
But it was impossible for Jiang Yuhuai not to see it.
Works are the best expression of a creator’s state of mind.
Those seemingly messy notes just now...
In fact, it was Yu Guiwan's mood at that time.
He had no doubts.
She...hasn't gotten better.
All this is an illusion.
Jiang Yuhuai's hands on the keys trembled slightly.
Yu Guiwan on the side lowered his eyelashes and said nothing.
For a moment, the piano room was quiet except for the chirping of birds outside.
After a long time, Jiang Yuhuai took back his hand and his voice became slightly hoarse, "It sounds great. I didn't expect your musical talent to be so good."
Yu Guiwan looked at his hands with deep eyes, "You play the piano very well too."
His technique and speed are much higher than ordinary people.
This is definitely not as simple as being able to play the piano.
Jiang Yuhuai smiled and looked at her sideways, "Do you like the sound of my piano?"
Yu Guiwan raised his eyebrows.
"I happen to have some inspiration, how about I give you a song too?"
"Okay." She said with her eyes bent.
The clear eyes were shining with light and strong appeal, as if they were like the light of dawn.
Nothing like...
Jiang Yuhuai withdrew his gaze and looked at the black and white piano keys.
His gaze paused for a few seconds before raising his hand.
Yu Guiwan's eyes fell on his hands.
The well-jointed hands are like a perfect work of art when placed on the piano.
His fingers are long and slender, and the moment each note falls, it is like dancing and leaping on the piano, graceful and moving.
Yu Guiwan supported his face with one hand and looked at him calmly.
The first half of the song is full of hope, waiting, and hope...
Each note is like a child who got the most anticipated candy and wanted to hide it carefully, but accidentally lost it.
The children desperately want to find the candy again...
However, fate played a joke on him.
He found it, but God took the candy away.
The child just watched helplessly as the candy he had been looking for for a long time disappeared into his own world.
From getting a moment of joy, it suddenly turned into sadness and suffocation.
Yu Guiwan's eyes paused for a few seconds.
Her eyes fell on the side of his face.
Light fell on his face, softening his features.
With a twist of his fingertips, the notes jumped again.
The tune seemed to change at one point.
This time, everything seems to be coming back to life.
Everything has a chance to come back.
Just like she does.
Yu Guiwan was slightly in a trance listening to the music under his fingertips.
She didn't even notice when the music stopped.
Jiang Yuhuai looked at her intently.
Until she came back to her senses, he chuckled, "How was it? Do you like this piece of music?"
Yu Guiwan looked at him, "This song...did you write it?"
He nodded, "Well, do you like it?"
The corners of Yu Guiwan's lips raised slightly, "It sounds pretty good."
"Piano music is like life. You won't know what kind of story this piece of music tells until the last moment."
"So... the one just now is your story?" She looked at him and asked.
Jiang Yuhuai's lips curved, "What do you think?"
Yu Guiwan also laughed and did not answer the question.
…
In the study.
There was a cloud of smoke.
Jiang Yuhuai held a cigarette between his fingers and blew out smoke, blurring his outline.
His eyes were deep, staring at the notes on the desk that he brought from the piano room.
The notes may seem sloppy, but in fact, there are rules.
Jiang Yuhuai once read a man's manuscript.
Although the handwriting is completely similar, there is one small habit in common between the two.
A little habit that no one will notice.
Jiang Yuhuai took a piece of white paper and used a pen to connect the position of each note on it according to the order he just played.
After a while, he put down his pen, held the white paper lightly, and looked at it quietly.
On the blank paper, a star suddenly appeared.
Special creative symbols.
Special sorting pattern.
Is all this a coincidence, or...
…
at the same time.
the other side.
Song Zhiyu has been waiting outside the laboratory.
He still didn't want to believe that Mr. Yang would expel him from the laboratory so easily because of a girl.
It's a pity that he didn't see Mr. Yang.
I did meet other professors.
Song Zhiyu hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "Professor Zhang, please help me, I can't leave the laboratory like this, and, as you know, my experiment will be successful soon, I will definitely..."
Professor Zhang shook his head, "Professor Song, we may not be able to help you this time."
Song Zhiyu's expression froze, "Why?"
"When you chose to help your students, didn't you think about the impact our laboratory would have?"
Hearing this, Song Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, and then quickly explained, "I'm just..."
"You don't need to explain to me, there is no chance to save this matter."
Hearing this, Song Zhiyu's heart froze.
Professor Zhang frowned and said, "Actually, even if you are not in the laboratory, with your ability, you can still have a good job."
Song Zhiyu shook his head, it was different.
In the capital city, what other job can be compared to the laboratory of Beijing University?
This is more than just a job.
More importantly, what he got here in the laboratory was that countless families tried their best to please and admire him.
How could it be possible elsewhere?
Professor Zhang saw that he was so stubborn, he sighed silently, and then left.
He knew that he could no longer persuade Song Zhiyu.
So I don’t want to do any more useless work.
Song Zhiyu stood at the door of the laboratory in despair.
Obviously yesterday he was still the admired Professor Song, the head of the drug laboratory.
Today, he has been expelled from the laboratory.
He is nothing here anymore.
What to do in the future?
No.
no.
He couldn't just leave.
There must be a way.
Song Zhiyu squinted his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Then he turned and left the laboratory, took a taxi and left.
Naturally, his movements were followed closely.
"Hey, Mr. Yang, Song Zhiyu has left the laboratory. He seems to be going somewhere. Do you need me to arrange for someone to follow him?"
Mr. Yang held his cell phone and said, "No, no matter where he goes, he can't change the outcome."
"good."
He continued to order, "Keep an eye on all the exits of the laboratory and don't let Song Zhiyu get even half a step closer to the laboratory."
"yes."
After leaving the laboratory, Song Zhiyu took a taxi and arrived outside the Yu family villa.
He didn't have the guts to run to Tanyuan.
After careful consideration, since he had offended Yu Guiwan, Mr. Yang removed him from the laboratory.
Maybe we can start from the Yu family.
Song Zhiyu got out of the car, looked at the luxurious villa in front of him, straightened his clothes, and walked over.
The doorbell rings.
The housekeeper came out and saw someone coming outside the door.
The face looked a little unfamiliar, but not completely unfamiliar, as if he had seen it before somewhere.
Song Zhiyu raised his chin slightly out of habit and said, "I am Song Zhiyu from the Peking University Laboratory. I want to meet the head of the Yu family if I have something to do."
The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, "Professor Song... Professor Song?"
Hearing the familiar title, Song Zhiyu nodded, "It's me."
The housekeeper came to his senses and hurriedly stepped forward to open the door, "You...you come in first, and I will inform the head of the house."
He was not worried that Yu Mingsheng would be displeased.
This is a professor from the Peking University Laboratory.
Still delivered to your door.
I guess Yu Mingsheng would be displeased if he was slow to invite people in.
