Xiang Xing saw him with a gentle and polite smile, then gently raised his hand and pushed forward at the other end of the window.


    The little guy blinked his soft eyes and reacted quickly. He immediately picked up her bread sausage and jumped back two steps.


    Seeing this, the man smiled even more and pushed the window out gently.


    The deep and strong smell of vetiver, interwoven with the dry and steady wood aroma of oak, immediately rushed towards her.


    Fine smell, but also smell a trace of extremely light rust smell, hidden in it.


    He spoke quietly.


    "What can I do for you, beautiful lady?"


    His deep and magnetic voice added a bit of elegant gentlemanly temperament to him, making Xiang Xing almost want to fall into it and dazzled.


    It took a while to react, and I couldn''t help scratching the back of my head.


    A little embarrassed, he slightly lowered his small head and said, "well... I''m just passing by, just have a look..."


    She said, suddenly raised her soft eyes and blinked gently at him.


    The lips were shallow and full, and the voice was light and waxy. "Mainly, sir, the music you just played is so beautiful. I''ve never heard such a special tune, so I couldn''t help stopping here for a moment..."


    "I''m very sorry to disturb you."


    After that, the little guy sipped the powder lip gloss, and couldn''t help bowing to the man to express his apology.


    The man was slow, and soon he gave a slight chuckle.


    "It''s all right. The children seem to like you very much."


    He turned around and looked at the group of children behind him who were laughing quietly.


    Then he tilted his head slightly and motioned in the direction of the side door. His thin lips sketched, "if you don''t dislike it, you are very welcome to come in and visit."


    After that, he didn''t wait for Xiang Xing to answer, so he opened his slender legs and left the window.


    After a while, the side door clicked and was pushed open slowly.


    Xiang Xing thought for a while, and finally nodded secretly, and then jumped briskly in the past.


    "Thank you, sir."


    The little guy thanked sweetly. Suddenly he seemed to think of something and paused lightly.


    His eyes flashed slightly. He couldn''t help but tilt his small head and said softly to the man with a smile, "by the way, my name is xingxia. What do you call Mr.?"


    "Clarence."


    The man''s eyebrows are light and smiling in his eyes.


    And stretched out a slender palm to her, "nice to meet you, Miss Cynthia."


    "... ha."


    Listening to the name, Xiang Xing was more determined in his heart, and couldn''t help holding it generously.


    Then he gently pulled him, took the high steps in front of the door and walked into the small building.


    As expected, it was a small school.


    The place is not big. There are only three classrooms and several offices, including the piano room just now.


    Soon, Xiang Xing followed Clarence to the music classroom.


    I saw that the children there all stood in several rows politely. When she went in, she unexpectedly followed a standard gentleman''s etiquette.


    Immediately politely said in unison, "Welcome!"


    Seeing this, Xiang Xing was surprised.


    They seem to be children of civilians, and several of them even wear patched old clothes.


    Sure enough, the old saying goes well. Why can''t poor education be poor.