Cross-server master of online games

After guessing the possibility of the new expansion pack with Fengyue Wutian, Sheng Hanyan is ready to play the game. If what he said is correct, then Sheng Hanyan can indeed play the Muxue suit for a while.

And now he doesn't have much time to play games. There are only two working days a week, and he might be called by Wang and Tai to rehearse on weekends.

But this weekend Sheng Hanyan went home to pick up his own violin.

This violin was his first gift when he came to this new home that year, and he was ecstatic, although he also wondered how the two mothers knew that he liked violins.

Later, he accompanied him to study, take exams, perform... until the first year of high school, he never touched it again.

The last time my mother listened to his call, she carefully took the violin out of the cabinet, waiting for him to come home on the weekend to pick it up.

Holding the violin in his hand again, suddenly a feeling of electric numbness rushed up from the fingertips, Sheng Hanyan couldn't help but shiver a little, but the little mother standing beside him who was more excited than him didn't notice it.

It seems that the violin is back in the hands of its owner, and the violin is even happier than the owner.

After adjusting the tone, the tone is no different from before.

Opening the already yellowed shop, Sheng Hanyan tried to play "Aria on the G String" again. This piece was originally a cello piece, but it developed later, whether it was the violin version or the piano version. derived.

This song is also my mother's favorite.

"If you are willing to play it again in front of the aunt." The little mother couldn't help sighing.

The song stopped abruptly, and the stop was very abrupt, which shocked my mother too. She turned her head and saw Sheng Hanyan's expression, and felt really uncomfortable, so she quickly patted Sheng Hanyan on the shoulder, "Oh, my mother didn't say, You can work hard for this performance, by the way, what is Zhou Xiaopei's phone number?"

No matter how helplessly the little mother changed the subject, Sheng Hanyan's mood couldn't get better.

"Huh? Why does my mom want Zhou Pei's phone?"

The little mother laughed, "Let him take a picture of my precious son."

"Little Mom!" Sheng Hanyan regained his strength and hurriedly begged for mercy, "This...does it have to be filmed?"

"We can't see you performing on stage, how uncomfortable!" The little mother didn't compromise, "No, call me."

Sheng Hanyan was really ashamed this time, "Don't worry, mom, even if you don't tell me, Zhou Pei will never let go of such a good opportunity." He didn't even need to think about it. Even if they didn't remind them, they would bring their mobile phones to help him record the whole process.

"I know that, Zhou Xiaopei will definitely shoot it, but I don't have his phone number or email, how can I ask him to send the video?" My mother said it so naturally, as if it should be taken for granted.

Sheng Hanyan was really defeated by his mother this time, so he hurriedly asked Zhou Pei to send an email to his mother, and only then did his mother think of letting him go.

On the next Sunday, Sheng Hanyan returned to the dormitory early in the morning with the violin in hand. It was only past ten o'clock, and Zhou Pei and the others were already working in front of the computer, their expressions of concentration no less than those of those sitting in the Academy of Sciences doing research. .

"Yo, violin!" Zhou Pei is always the first to discover.

Ever since Sheng Hanyan came in from the door, his gaze has been fixed on the piano case in Sheng Hanyan's hand.

"Let's listen to some of us?" Zhou Pei opened his mouth jokingly, and Chang An and Cheng Xingxiu also turned their heads to look at him.