#文章首发挑战赛#
On a quiet afternoon, Dong Yuhui and Yu Minhong sat in a small teahouse, with no one around, only the faint fragrance of tea filling the air. Suddenly, Dong Yuhui let out a chuckle: "Can you play jasmine?"
Yu Minhong nodded with a smile, and reached out to play it lightly on the small xylophone in the teahouse. The sound of the piano is clear and melodious, like a spring breeze, and at this moment, the melody of jasmine ripples in the air.
"How's it going?" Yu Minhong raised his head with a smug expression.
Dong Yuhui frowned slightly, and then smiled: "You are wrong, this is not Jasmine." ”
Yu Minhong was stunned and looked at Dong Yuhui puzzled. At this time, the atmosphere in the teahouse became subtle and strange, as if it was still in a mysterious moment.
"This is 'The Moon Represents My Heart.' Dong Yuhui's voice carried a hint of teasing.
Yu Minhong was suddenly a little embarrassed, but shook his head with a smile: "Haha, I remembered wrong, I'm really sorry." ”
In the teahouse, the conversation between the two is like a relaxing concert, and it is not only the sound of the piano that fills the air, but also the laughter between them. However, in the attention of netizens, this scene turned into a heart-piercing farce.