YY8848高清私人影院

   "Brother?" Murong Qiao was a little surprised to see Xian Yu coming home.

   But after being surprised, Murong Qiao noticed that Xian Yu\'s expression was wrong.

  She got up and went to Xian Yu\'s side, "Uncle Yang said just now that you haven\'t come back for a long time, what do you want for dinner?"

  Murong Qiao\'s intuition can guess a little bit of the reason, and seeing Xian Yu like this, Murong Qiao didn\'t mention it.

  She just wanted to change the topic invisibly, so as not to disturb Fifth Brother.

   "Do you want to listen to my singing?" Xian Yu said suddenly.

  Murong Qiao didn\'t care about the abrupt change of topic, "Okay."

  Xian Yu\'s thoughts came in a hurry, and when he heard his sister\'s promise, the anger in his eyes dissipated a little.

  His expression softened a little, and he walked in another direction without even changing his clothes.

  Murong Qiao followed Xian Yu, only to find a music room at the end of the corridor on the first floor.

   "This is where I practice." Xian Yu briefly introduced.

  Murong Qiao looked around curiously, this was the first time she knew of the existence of this place.

   It is said to be practice, but in a space of nearly one hundred square meters, people can\'t help being dazzled.

   On the left is the place where a large number of musical instruments are placed, from violins to guitars, and even saxophones are placed side by side, shining brightly, and it seems that they have been carefully maintained. The right wall is occupied by mirrors, which seems to be a place for dancing practice.

   "...I used to sit here often." Xian Yu touched the piano bench.

  Hearing the nostalgia in his brother\'s tone, Murong Qiao kept silent.

  A piece of melody was played from Xian Yu\'s hands, it was a little low and depressing, but surprisingly pleasant to hear.

  Xian Yu sat in front of the piano, "It\'s still the same."

  He sighed, as if he had returned to a place he was familiar with, and a smile appeared on his face.

   "Loveflies over the blue-greenaurora."

   "Above the snow, theelkareserene..."

  Xian Yu lowered her voice, humming the lyrics that she blurted out at random along with the sound of the piano, and just sang out on her own.

  Murong Qiao found a seat and quietly became a spectator.

  At this moment in the evening and dusk, there are large expanses of red clouds outside, even the background of the sky is dyed in an intoxicating color. Xian Yu and the piano are in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows together, playing the leading role for this background.

  The piano sound is pure and melodious, and Xian Yu\'s singing voice also changed from deep to gorgeous, and the melodious and melodious tune tells the singer\'s thoughts.

  The song is over, but Xian Yu has no intention of ending it.

  He got up, walked to the position of the guitar next to him, and plucked the guitar strings skillfully with his fingertips.

  Murong Qiao stayed with Xian Yu in the practice room for a long time, so long that she watched Xian Yu try all the instruments one by one.

  Even the place where the dance practice is used as a stage, let Xian Yu play, sing and dance together, the indoor spotlight shines on Xian Yu, like a small concert.

   "Hmm~" Murong Qiao couldn\'t help humming along.

  She has heard every song of Xian Yu, even when Xian Yu opened his mouth, Murong Qiao knew which song he was singing.

   "The windin Edinburgh blows your hair..." Xian Yu sang, her gaze fell on her younger sister.

  Murong Qiao\'s eyes were slightly bent in the audience, and she sat beside her in a casual posture, shaking her head from time to time to follow Xian Yu\'s rhythm, and the way she sang along made Xian Yu\'s heart soften.

  The accompaniment stopped, Xian Yu walked to Murong Qiao, seeing her sitting here so obediently, listening to the song he sang for so long to vent her emotions, couldn\'t help but reached out and stroked her sister\'s hair.

   "Da Da ~"

  Recalling the appearance of my brother when he sang, there was obviously no stage and no professional equipment, but Murong Qiao just felt that Xian Yu seemed to be shining, and his every move had a dazzling color.

  Murong Qiao was stunned, "Brother—"

  She just yelled, and before she could say the second half of the sentence, she heard Xian Yu\'s stomach growl.

   The two looked at each other, and suddenly laughed out of tacit understanding.

   "Hungry, eat?" Xian Yu looked relaxed.

  Murong Qiao nodded naturally, "Let\'s go."

  Different from the bad time when he came, Xian Yu and Murong Qiao left the practice room side by side, feeling that the cloud that shrouded his heart had dissipated a lot.

  Murong Qiao was still humming the last song Xian Yu just played, walking briskly.

   Brother Wu is undoubtedly a great singer.

  Just looking at the tip of the iceberg that he showed in the practice room is enough to make Xianyu shine in Murong Qiao\'s heart, becoming a fiery existence.

  Murong Qiao\'s heart skipped a beat, "Brother."

   "Huh?" Xian Yu responded.

  She suddenly had an idea, "Do you want to accompany me to class tomorrow?"

   You can\'t stay around at work forever, Murong Qiao also wants to help your brother change his mood.

   "Since it was proposed by Qiao Qiao—" Xian Yu turned to look at her sideways, "Of course I agree!"

  Anyway, there are still a few days before the filming starts, and Xian Yu is not guilty at all of being absent from work.

   As for the agent? Who cares.

  Xian Yu, who made an appointment to go to class with her younger sister, sat with Murong Qiao in the auditorium of Huida on the second day.

   "It\'s been a long time since I\'ve been to a place like this." Xian Yu sighed.

  He and Murong Qiao are sitting in the last row of the classroom at the moment, the seat by the window has a weak sense of presence, and generally no one will pay attention to it.

  Murong Qiao teased him, "Is this considered going back to school?"

   It doesn\'t matter whether you listen to the lecture or not, the key is to feel better.

  In order to make Fifth Brother really look like a student, Murong Qiao even brought a textbook and put it in front of Xian Yu, pretending to be decent.

   "The canteen can\'t get buns, so I have to bring you this."

   "Book book! Lend me one! I woke up too late with nothing!"

   "The teacher hasn\'t come yet, play again and again, don\'t steal my blue..."

  The surroundings are gradually filled with the hustle and bustle of the students, and people can\'t help but relax their bodies.

   "No one recognizes me." Xian Yu pulled off the mask on his face and smiled softly.

  Murong Qiao followed and looked around, "Who would have thought that a big star is hiding here to attend lectures?"

  She made a joke, and lowered her voice so that only she and Fifth Brother could hear clearly.

   "All spirits." The teacher walked in.

   is a gray-haired woman, older but looking refreshed.

  She put the book on the podium and tapped on the blackboard, "I will ask people to ask questions in the lecture later, and credits will be deducted for those who can\'t answer."

   "No way—"

  The students wailed one after another.

  Xian Yu was infected by such an atmosphere, and he bent his eyes and sighed, and there was a smile in his eyes, indicating that he was happy.

   "This class is about Chapter 3, Section 7, starting with management concepts..."

  The sound of teaching came from the podium. In order not to deduct credits, the students reluctantly cheered up and listened carefully to the class.

  At this moment, no one paid attention to him, so Xian Yu simply took off his hat, leaving only a mask to cover the lower half of his face, so as not to be bored.

  He looked at the bible-like content on the blackboard, looked away disinterestedly, and looked at Murong Qiao who was sitting next to him.

   "Management..." Murong Qiao muttered and took notes.

  Although it is not a compulsory course, she has always been serious about learning.

  His white and soft fingertips are writing on the paper, and the handsome handwriting is vivid on the paper.

  The wind that slipped in through the window brought the strands of hair floating, and even floated to Xian Yu\'s cheeks, arousing itching.

  The students are full of youth, the lively and restless atmosphere is covered with the fragrance of books, and the carefree and relaxed linger in his body at this moment.

   "...It\'s not bad." He suddenly laughed.