Song Xu sat on the piano bench and hooked his clearly articulated fingers to Lin Jinhuan in an unclear way: "Aren't we going to play with four hands? Why don't you sit down quickly?" Lin Jinhuan was stunned, turned around and was about to sit down on the chair next to Song Xu, when Song Xu suddenly took him into his arms and sat firmly on his lap. "What are you doing??" Lin Jinhuan struggled a few times. "Isn't it four-hand play? The stool is so small, why don't you play standing up?" Song Shu raised her lips, and an unexplained smile spread in her eyes.
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