Boston, USA.
The Berkeley School of Music is adjacent to Harvard University and MIT. The surrounding campus is very safe and secure, so students can fully experience Boston’s music and culture. It is within walking distance of the school to the famous Boston Symphony Hall.
As winter approaches, students are busy performing all summer long, and finally can enjoy their leisure life and leisure time in school during the winter.
Due to the special teaching of the Berkeley Conservatory of Music, many Chinese students come here, so you often see some standard Chinese people with black eyes, black hair and yellow skin on campus.
In the piano classroom, a slender figure sat in front of the piano, playing the music that the professor told her to practice several times before seriously. A pleasant piano music sounded. Not long after, his fingers left the keys and gently flipped the score.
Boston has distinct seasons in all seasons, with the lowest temperature in winter as low as minus twenty degrees Celsius. It is October and it is just winter. There is still sunlight coming in through the glass windows, but the windows are closed very tightly to prevent cold wind from entering to catch a cold for students.
After playing the song, the figure was still sitting in front of the piano and never left for a long time. She gently tapped her fingers on the piano and tried to proficient in the song just now. She felt that although the sound of the piano was standard, she felt that it was not in place, and there were several difficult rhythms that were not well mastered.
"When is it now? You don't plan to have lunch?" A tall figure wandered outside the piano classroom door before walking in.
The slender figure in front of the piano stopped, raised his head, and his smiling white face reflected in the sun, blinking and smiling: "Professor Harry asked me to practice the newly learned songs a few more times. As soon as I practiced, I forgot the time. What time is now?"
The young man in front of the door was a little helpless: "It's almost time, my Miss Mo Xin, aren't you planning to have lunch?"
Lin Moxin in front of the piano saw the helplessness in his eyes. She was sitting in front of the piano like an elegant elf, but after a while, she couldn't stand up and put away the music score and walked over with a light step: "Okay, okay, let's go eat now, do you want to go together? Go to the cafeteria today or go outside the school?"
The young man is Allen, a senior Lin Moxin met when he was in junior high school. She is two years older than her, mixed with Chinese and French. She is a fan of musical instruments. The cello is like a gadget in his hands, and can play moving songs casually. If he is still a student, he should be considered a grass-level figure in the Berkeley Conservatory School of Music. He is cold in front of others, but unfortunately, he is now a teacher at the Conservatory of Music and has no chance to be a grass-level figure in the Berkeley Conservatory School.
Although he is tall and handsome now, when he was in middle school, he was the shortest boy in the music class. However, because he was good-looking, there were still many girls from foreign countries chasing him. At that time, he was the best buddy with her, or sisters. After a few years, before Lin Moxin was obsessed with the boy named Xue Kai, Alan called her several times in a row but she didn't answer because she put the phone she bought for her at home at that time.
Two years ago, Lin Moxin suddenly came back and wanted to re-edge piano music. Lin's father naturally arranged her at the Berkeley Conservatory, the closest to the Polytechnic Institute where he worked. Although Lin Moxin was twenty-four years old when he came to report, most foreign students were not too young. She was not very old here. There were many students in her thirties who wanted to continue studying abroad because of her hobbies, so she quickly integrated into the environment. However, she did not expect that Allen was brought here to be a teacher after graduating from the best Juilliard School in the United States.
When she came back, she was ridiculed by Allen. She usually had many friends around her, but her classmates often did not dare to act rashly because of Allen's sudden appearance. After all, that was a teacher, so over time, no one would come to Lin Moxin every lunch break because she was occupied by Teacher Allen at noon.
"Do you like to eat Chinese spicy hot pot the most? Recently, a small shop outside the school changed its owner, and it seems that it is just a hot pot. It is said that the business is good. Now the Chinese people have put their business abroad and open it near the school. They are really brave and visionary to open up the taste space of foreign students. Do you want to try it?"
Lin Moxin put the music score into a small bag while walking, and looked up and said, "Now there are all kinds of snacks sold by Chinese people outside Haval University. Isn't this normal? I still don't go to eat it anymore. I can't eat any authentic ones here. I'd better accompany you to eat white bread."
"I heard a few female students say that the taste is very good. Don't you plan to try it?" Allen walked beside her, his face filled with a constant smile.
Lin Moxin paused, suddenly turned his head and glanced at him: "Have you said something to my dad for a while?"
The smile on Allen's face suddenly turned into a sarcastic smile. He raised his hand and touched his tall nose bridge, then looked down at her. Seeing that she seemed not angry, he raised his hand and put it on her shoulder and naturally said: "We often played together when we were young. After all, I have known Uncle Lin for so many years. Now you are studying piano music under my nose. He told me to take care of you more. Isn't that normal?"
Lin Moxin rolled his eyes: "I need your care?" As she said that, she shrugged her shoulders and asked him to take his hand away.
Not only did Allen not take his hand away, but instead held her shoulder and lowered his head to her face: "Mo Xin, did your dad say something?"
Lin Moxin suddenly stopped and looked at him in a blink of an eye: "Hold your hand away."
Seeing her disgusted expression, Allen smiled and continued to lean towards her: "What did your dad say? Tell me quickly?"
"My dad said..." Lin Moxin looked at his face gradually approaching: "Recently, there may be a slut around me who has inappropriate thoughts about me. Please pay more attention and don't accidentally get on the pirate ship."
"..." Alan's mouth twitched, letting go of her shoulder and taking a step back, looking helpless: "Your father is such an old-fashioned age like us, and there is no problem in dating. What is a slut? What is a slut? Lin Moxin, do I think of you as a quarrel? How many people in our college know that you are my girlfriend..."
"Damn girlfriend, when did I agree?" Lin Moxin gave him a blank look, turned around and continued to walk forward, and said with a blank expression: "Alan, I know what you mean, but I didn't expect you to go directly to my dad to show off. You are just plucking your hair from a tiger's head, and you're not going to die..."
"I really don't understand. Why is it that I'm chasing you so much? Your brother Lin Qifan and I are old acquaintances after all. Your Lin family is also aware of me. When I invited Uncle Lin to dinner that day, his face turned cold. Lin Moxin, does Lin Moxin have any secrets that cannot be told in your family? Can't you fall in love or can't get married? I blatantly chased you for two years and you turned a blind eye to you. If you haven't agreed, we have lunch together every day at noon in the past two years, and you have never refused. What is this?"
"It was you who warned my classmates and friends not to take me to dinner at noon. You also use various delicacies every day. You have searched all the Chinese spicy hot pot shops in Boston. Today, I said that there was a one here, tomorrow, there was a one there, or other snacks, which are my favorites. You clearly know that I cannot resist food, so you became the reason why you dare to be so arrogant now? There are also barbecue, hot pot, and many small shops I have never even heard of. You have found them and kept pulling me to eat! I was almost fed to a pig by you, and I kept acne on my face. At the end of last year, I was almost disfigured by those acne. I was so scared that my mother was locked up at home and treated her face for a month before I let me go back to the college."
"That's because you are willing to eat it. What's the matter with acne..." Allen said with a look of nothing to do with himself, "Besides, I didn't tie you to eat, you are greedy, so you hooked so easily. Of course, I have to use this to pull you to me little by little..."
Lin Moxin choked and immediately hated that he was unpromising.
After returning to the United States, her lifestyle was basically strictly controlled by herself. In addition to being taken out by the bastard Allen to eat everywhere every day, she had basically bid farewell to the lifestyle of Lin Moxin in China, but this bastard had endless tricks and delicious hooks every day. Over time, she became accustomed to having lunch with him.
"You never thought that when I was free, I drove around Boston. I recorded the address when I saw a restaurant you like. I have been like this for the past two years. Why am I doing this?" Before Lin Moxin could speak again, Allen suddenly reached out to stop her body that was about to move forward, and looked down at her seriously.
Lin Moxin stopped, she raised her eyes and looked at him for a while: "Because you like me."
Seeing her answer so calmly, Allen's face turned dark: "Since you know, you still..."
"I didn't know before, but now I know." Lin Moxin looked at him with his eyes wide open: "When we were in middle school, you were the little followers around me. We ate all kinds of delicious food together, all foodies. I was used to it, so I didn't think so much about it. Besides, you are still a teacher and a student, so I never thought about it. If you hadn't suddenly had a showdown with my dad a few days ago, and after I got home, my dad would have told me about the strategy of defending thieves all night, and I was still dull."
Allen almost became angry: "What's his mother's strategy to defend against thieves? Your dad doesn't like me so much?"
Chapter completed!