<strong>Chapter 133 – Fond Of Being A Teacher</strong>


    “So I can’t let go of this memory… The wind smiles with your tenderness, so familiar… it’s like snuggling up to each other under the moonlight…”


    Mo Fei yed steadily and hummed softly. The low but pure piano sound, apanied by her clear and affectionate singing, echoed in the coffee shop.


    Xixi was fine, she just thought that her Mama was very fierce, but Yang Yi waspletely intoxicated. He couldn’t help but close his eyes, leaving only his ears to feel the ups and downs of the music in this space.


    “Ah, where’s the apuse? Xixi, where is your apuse?” It was only after Mo Fei finished ying and heard her teasing her daughter that Yang Yi regained his senses.


    “Mama is the best!” Xixi giggled and threw herself into her mother’s arms.


    And Yang Yi was also beside them, smiling and pping his hands, offering histe apuse.


    “By the way, Yang Yi, just now you didn’t make it clear why you bought such a grand piano and put it in the store.” Mo Fei gently stroke the logo on the piano and said in surprise, “Theodore’s grand piano?”


    “When you see someone else’s coffee shop on TV, there is usually a piano on disy, which look very impressive. So, I thought that I should also add one in the shop. It happened thatst month’s manuscript fee has been sent, so I have some money to spare.” Yang Yi exined simply.


    Mo Fei didn’t look into it either. She was used to spending moneyvishly. She didn’t think there was any waste in Yang Yi buying a piano in the shop, but she asked amusedly, “Can you y the piano? You wouldn’t have bought it because you were waiting for me to y it for you, right?”


    Perhaps, there would be a different pink effect<strong>[</strong>1<strong>]</strong>.


    However, was Yang Yi the type of person who could speak romantic lines? He shook his head calmly and said, “Of course not. I also want to learn how to y the piano. I used to know a little bit. I quite like it.”


    “You can still y the piano? Come on,e and show your skill!” Mo Fei said cheerfully.


    It was time to show a little more of his new skills, though Yang Yi didn’t intend to be too shocking all of a sudden.


    “What should I y?” Yang Yi sat on the piano and asked with a smile.


    “I want to y, too!” Xixi was so happy. She ran to her father and snuggled up to him. Anyway, the stool was quite long, and Yang Yi didn’t mind.


    “What should you y?” Mo Fei was a little speechless. “Is it possible that you are not bad at ying the piano now?”


    Yang Yi didn’t speak. He just imitated Mo Fei. On the piano, from left to right, his left and right hands kept ovepping, as he yed a continuous melody. Although he “seemed” not as skilled as Mo Fei, missing a note or two, Mo Fei was surprised to see a “hint”.


    Yang Yi really learned to y the piano! Not mentioning anything else, at least the sitting posture, the angle of the hand and elbow, the wrist positioning, and the strength of the fingers to y the keys were all just right, which was difficult to do without formal learning and a period of hard practice.


    However, Mo Fei now has a pretty good ability to ept some of the skills Yang Yi popped up from time to time. She did not question it, but helped Yang Yi to y something. She suddenly came up with an idea, and she turned around, went to her exclusive shelf and took down a booklet.


    It was the music score of her tinum album “Feel Like Strangers”. Mo Fei opened the first page excitedly, pointed to her song and said, “You can y this, ‘Feel Like Strangers’”.


    “Uh, this is a little difficult.” Yang Yi scratched his head and asked her to y the whole song first. Yang Yi felt a little nervous and was worried about what Mo Fei might see.2


    “It doesn’t matter. Take your time. I’ll teach you at the parts you’re not good at!” Mo Fei said reassuringly.


    Of course, Yang Yi didn’t think that the reason why Mo Fei was so proactive was because she actually very happy to see Yang Yi’s new situation in music. In the past, she hoped that Yang Yi could have amonnguage with her!


    But in the past, Yang Yi only angered her half to death, how could she be in the mood to talk about music? No, the original Yang Yi didn’t like the decadent music!


    Now that Yang Yi was showing off, which was rare, Mo Fei seemed to see hope. She decided that even if Yang Yi ys badly, she should praise him and never dampen his enthusiasm.


    Here, Xixi was still snuggling up to her father, and she has no intention of leaving.


    Because it was fun to watch it up close.


    Even when she saw her father lift his hand and put it on the piano, the little girl also stretched out her slender little arm with interest, reached over and pressed twice on the piano.


    “Are you going to y four hands3 with Papa?” Yang Yi smiled and gently touched Xixi’s head.


    Xixi naturally didn’t understand the meaning of four hands, but she nodded her head cleverly.


    “Mama will teach you how to yter. Come down. It’s time for your Papa to perform!” Mo Fei persuaded.


    But Xixi shook her head mischievously, squeezed into his father’s arms, and said crisply, “No!”


    “It doesn’t matter. Our Xixi is very obedient. After Papa starts ying, Xixi won’t disturb Papa. Will Xixi promise Papa that Xixi will be good and not to reach out?” Yang Yi held out his big fist.


    Her father’s words were easier to ept, so the little girl nodded cleverly.


    Xixi knew of her father’s habit of making an agreement. She giggled and stretched out her little pink fist and bumped it with her father’s big fist.4


    Yang Yi liked the song “Feel Like Strangers” very much, but it was indeed his first time to y it, so it was inevitable to have a sense of unfamiliarity. However, Yang Yi also added a gap before he could y after reading the music score, which made the rhythm seemed more slow, and the melody incoherent.


    Mo Fei didn’t care at all. Mo Fei thought that it was already enough of a surprise that Yang Yi was able to y a short piece of music after looking at the music score.


    So, she sincerely praised him: “You yed very well. You just need to get a little familiar with the key position. It’s best to achieve ying, while looking at the music score, without lowering your head!”


    Of course, Mo Fei also has a lot of guidance. She would tell Yang Yi which notes should be tapped and yed quickly, and would tell Yang Yi which notes should be yed in series.


    Although what Yang Yi knew was in fact not necessarily less than Mo Fei, but looking at Mo Fei, who was fond of being a teacher, he honestly and obediently epted her guidance.


    “You have to keep practicing! You have a piano at home, so you must y a little better. At least practice the music score of my songs! ” Mo Fei didn’t mind it. She patted Yang Yi on the shoulder and said, “I’ll have a concert in the future, and I’m going ask you to go up and apany me!”


    Yang Yi smiled helplessly. As a master, the feeling of being encouraged by non-professional amateur was really a little strange!


    However, he didn’t know that Mo Fei was serious in her heart. She really hoped that one day she could invite Yang Yi on her stage and perform on the same stage with her.


    “In this way, he may be able to understand my work and my dreams, right?”


    A shout out to <strong>Derek S</strong>. Thanks for the support.