C10 (1/2)

Art. This was an intangible yet real existence.

A foreign artist once said: Art is not what you can see, but what you let others see.

But most of the time, regardless of the present or the past, art was only a tool used by the powerful and prominent to embellish elegance. It was a kind of sadness.

However, those who truly understood art would view it as a precious treasure, as if they were drunk on it. That was a kind of realm, and in their eyes, art was sacred and could not be desecrated.

Towards that kind of person, Yan Yun would always have respect, but for him to do it, was definitely impossible.

Mo Le was not a person whose heart was obsessed with the arts, but she loved art, if not he would not have come to the Peking University to learn piano.

Yan Yun's words had undoubtedly hurt Mo Le, or to be more accurate, it had hurt her art.

”Then let's go. Whoever is afraid of you, I'm afraid that you won't be able to eject at that time.” Mo Le glared at Yan Yun before walking to his own bedroom on the second floor.

”Future Brother-in-law, Sister Le Le really likes music. It's not right for you to say that.” Lin Muer supported her chest and ran to Yan Yun's side, looking at Mo Le who was climbing up the stairs, she leaned in and whispered to Yan Yun, and after that, Lin Muer also ran to the second floor.

Yan Yun rubbed his nose and laughed bitterly. He did not expect that with just a few words, he had not only failed to cause trouble, he had instead angered Mo Le and even agreed to join the Freshmen Alliance.

The gains did not make up for the losses lost. Yan Yun realized that he had still not understood Mo Le thoroughly, and thus miscalculated once again.

He looked at the time. It was not even 11 o'clock, so he had nothing to do. He wanted to practice his zither arts that he had abandoned for a long time, so he walked towards the second floor.

Although the terms of the Overlord had said that Yan Yun could not go to the second floor without permission, it was obvious that he did not have this intention.

Arriving at the second floor, Yan Yun looked at Mo Le's room. The door was open, and Mo Le's curses could be heard coming from the house.

The one who was cursing was Yan Yun, and it was obvious that she saw the little bear as Yan Yun.

The pitiful little bear had suffered an unexpected calamity, and not long after, it had completely changed.

Yan Yun stood politely at the door and knocked.

”What?” Mo Le asked coldly, thinking that this beast had finally come to apologize. This was how the women on TV acted, when the male lead became angry, she would deliberately go to her room, and the male lead would then come running over to apologize like a gentleman.

”Since we are going to perform together, let's choose a song first! To cultivate a tacit understanding with each other, so as to not let anything go wrong when the time comes. ” After Yan Yun finished speaking, he turned around and took the lead as he walked towards the sound training room on the third floor.

Mo Le was startled, his eyes that were like black gems were filled with astonishment. After waiting for a long time, he did not expect that the beast was not here to apologize.

”No manners.”

Mo Le cursed towards the door, then threw the little bear, whose face was now no longer recognizable, onto the bed. He got up, stepped onto his slippers and walked towards the third floor.

”Sister Le Le, you can't do this! Yan Yun has not apologized yet, it would be too shameful for you to follow him now. ” Lin Muer ran over and said.

”Aunt wants to see his zither skills. Find a tune that's the hardest to play and kill him. Heh heh.” Mo Le said fiercely as he turned and walked towards the third floor.

There were only two spacious rooms on the third floor of the purple apartment. One was the gym, while the other was the sound training room.

It was called a sound training room, or more accurately, a music room. There were all kinds of musical instruments here, and among them, the one that Yan Yun liked the most was a white piano.

The surface of the piano was flawless, as if it was spotless. Sitting on the bench, Yan Yun caressed the piano, as though he was caressing his own child, gentle and careful.