Instead of being pulled over by Tang Yanqi, Ren Yingying would rather say that she wanted to come.

But she would not admit this.

Guan Qiu's "rank" is too low now. Don't say that he hasn't liked him yet, so what if he really likes him? The gap is too big and it is impossible. A match between the two is not a joke, it has been a famous saying from ancient times to the present.

Just like those actresses who marry into wealthy families, many of them are messy. Even those who look glorious on the outside are actually a mess of cotton wool in their bones.

The same is true if it was Guan Qiu. If two people were together, it would be harmful or beneficial to him.

He was thinking about the messy things in his mind, and watched Guan Qiu and Tang Yanqi fighting with a smile.

Guan Qiu, an "old monster" who has been human for two lives, also vaguely felt the changes that happened to Ren Yingying.

From the innocence and unrestrainedness at the beginning, to the secret affair, to the taciturn and quietness now, so many emotions appear on a girl in her twenties. If he hadn't known that Cao Shaoli was her grandfather, he would have thought she was also a female monster who forgot to drink Mengpo soup.

But he wouldn't guess what she was thinking.

A woman's heart, a needle under the sea, can't guess.

Tang Yanqi, a girl from Sichuan here, became careless after getting to know Guan Qiu, "What's the most embarrassing thing about you growing up like this?"

"The most embarrassing thing..."

Guan Qiu thought for a while and said, "I dreamed when I was sleeping in class, and then I dreamed of arguing with my neighbor's dog. I was excited and said, and the voice was very loud. When I woke up, I saw the whole class looking at me with a complicated look on my face..."

"Ah hahahaha..."

Tang Yanqi smiled so hard that he leaned back and forth, covered his stomach and lay on the desk. His hair was like a waterfall, like a big umbrella that was stretched out, "Oh...you...you...so funny..."

Ren Yingying held it tightly, and finally couldn't help it. She laughed out loud, "Dreams quarreling with the dog... You are really a talent..."

Guan Qiu also laughed loudly, "You didn't see it. The whole classroom was silent at that time, and the air was as quiet as death."

For a moment, the two girls' silver bell-like laughter echoed in the office again.

After talking and laughing for a while, Ren Yingying said, "I'm sorry, I don't know my grandfather came to find you. Actually, I'm just on a whim, you don't have to take it too seriously."

"I know." Guan Qiu paused for a moment and said, "In addition, your voice is a bit sharp, and it is not suitable for singing depressing songs like fireworks and cold. I'll sing another song for you~"

Tang Yanqi said in surprise: "What is the name of the song? Can you sing it to us?"

Ren Yingying, who was just now indifferent to her expression, also looked at Guan Qiu with hope.

"The song is called blue and white porcelain..."

In the past few days, Guan Qiu has copied all the songs he can remember, including some classic songs such as "Sudden Self", "Fireworks Easy to Cold", "Blue and White Porcelain", and "Thousands of Miles Away" and other classic songs.

Although he didn't believe that Guan Youyou was written by him, he never asked a question again.

Guan Qiu is her younger brother. As his sister, of course he chooses unconditional trust.

...

After lunch, the three rushed to a recording studio in the city.

Girls who can play with Ren Yingying are naturally not vulgar people. Although Tang Yanqi has a quirky personality, she is a versatile girl.

Not to mention being proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he is also good at singing and dancing, and he is also good at playing the flute.

Needless to say, what happened next is Ren Yingying playing the guzheng, Tang Yanqi playing the hole flute, and Guan Qiu sang.

The vegetative embryo outlines the blue and white pen tips to turn into thin;

The peony depicted in the bottle is like your first makeup;

...

The sky is blue waiting for mist and rain, and I am waiting for you;

The smoke from cooking stoves rises, thousands of miles across the river...

The guzheng teases, the sound of the flute is lingering~

When Guan Qiu sang "The sky is blue and waiting for misty rain", Tang Yanqi, who was playing the flute, felt goose bumps all over her body. The hazy Jiangnan water town smelled in front of her, and she was drunk when she heard it.

Compared to the fireworks that Guan Qiu hummed before, it is easy to be cold, the "Blue and White Porcelain" accompanied by the song makes her feel like she is a fairy sound.

If Tang Yanqi had only had a good impression of Guan Qiu before, then he would not hide his admiration at all. While playing the flute, he looked at the beautiful young man under the light, and his heart was intoxicated.

Ren Yingying, who was playing the guzheng, had no distractions at this time and was completely immersed in the artistic conception of the song.

The sky is blue waiting for mist and rain, and I am waiting for you;

The moonlight was salvaged and the ending was fainted;

Like the blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation, it is beautiful on its own;

You have a smile on your eyes

After singing the song, Guan Qiu didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Sometimes, whether it is singing or listening to music, it depends on your mood. For example, when you are in love, you will feel inexplicably disgusted when you hear "Too Early".

Forget it, just curse the breakup, I have to buy a ticket for her "Lao Wang", qnlgb.

Or maybe it was when I was in high spirits, someone sang "Tears in the Iron Window" in your ear, Male Gobi, look at me 40 meters long big knife.

There is no doubt about the artistic conception of songs like "Blue and White Porcelain". Coupled with the accompaniment of girls in the water town of Jiangnan, the beauties of Sichuan and Sichuan are infatuated with each other, and the guzheng cave flutes are harmonious, which is really refreshing, and it is natural for Guan Qiuxun to be so angry.

Tang Yanqi was the first to come back to his senses, and clapped with a flute and said, "Wow, it sounds so good~"

Ren Yingying was also smiling, "Well, this song has a very good artistic conception."

After pausing, Ren Yingying looked at Guan Qiu, her eyes shiny, and asked, "Is this written by your sister?"

Guan Qiu blinked his eyes and said, "Of course~"

Ren Yingying curled her lips and smiled without saying a word. Girls could not write such songs at all, and even if they wrote them, they could not achieve such artistic conception.

Tang Yanqi walked over and said, "The lyrics and tunes have become more and more successful, but there are still many flaws in the soundtrack and need to be revised."

"Well, this is just a trial version. You have to ask professionals to do the official soundtrack. Yingying should be more capable in this regard, right?"

Then Ren Yingying found the boss of the recording studio, Yu Zimei, who was also her friend. A beautiful woman in her forties.

The three women had a fierce debate around the song's soundtrack. Ren Yingying hoped that the main theme was the guzheng, Tang Yanqi hoped that the flute was the Dongxiao, and Yu Zimei said that the piano would be more stylish.

The opinions of Guan Qiu, the owner, were completely ignored.

But that's good, he was just a music layman, and if he really wanted to ask him, he really didn't know what to say.

After asking several women to discuss in the recording studio, Guan Qiu walked around alone.

This "Xiaomei Recording Studio" is open in Tianhe Building on Tai'an Road Commercial Street. There are all kinds of consumer entertainment venues such as supermarkets, snack streets, bars, dibas, cinemas, Internet cafes, etc. The Qiangui KTV I have been here before is nearby.

The recording studio is not big, only about fifty square meters, and it is divided into three rooms, a reception room, a recording room, and a classroom that teaches talents. In addition to helping those amateur players record songs, they also teach piano painting.

In addition to the recording room, there are many instruments and equipment in the reception room outside. In addition, there is a piano near the door, which occupies one-third of the entire reception room. There are also sticky notes made of plastic for sale on it, 168,000.

Guan Qiu counted carefully and confirmed that it was 168,000, not 168, and was shocked.

He only knew that a piano was not cheap, but he didn't know it could be so expensive.

Just as I was about to reach out and touch it, the door of the classroom diagonally opened, and a little girl walked out and said, "I advise you not to touch it, you can't afford to compensate if you touch it."

Guan Qiu turned his head and looked at him after hearing the sound.

The little girl is about fourteen or fifteen years old. She has a round and white oval face, and a pair of bright eyes under her curved eyebrows. She is clear and clear. She has a small cherry mouth ponytail. She is paired with a Korean version of black down jacket and blue slim jeans. She looks like a standard beauty.

Guan Qiu followed the good deeds and retracted his hands and said, "Isn't the pianos about ten thousand yuan? This piano is so expensive?"

The little girl came over and said with her small breasts in an old fashioned manner: "This is a Steinway Triangle imported from the United States. My mother spent nearly 00,000 yuan when she bought it."

"... I'm so crazy about buying a piano with 00,000 yuan~" Guan Qiu woke up after saying that, and said, "It's not about your mother."

The little girl rolled her eyes and said, "That's because your level is limited, and I don't know what's good about this piano! As for what you said, it's also called a piano? It can only be called a practice keyboard~"

"..." Guan Qiu didn't understand piano, but he always felt that a piano would be charged with IQ tax for hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Going back to Guanqiu, he asked, "Since I bought it 00,000, why is it sold so cheap now?"

A trace of heartache flashed in the little girl's eyes, and then she said impatiently: "What's your business?"

Guan Qiu touched her nose and smiled, but didn't care about her child's words.

The little girl turned around and asked, "Do you have something to do?"

Guan Qiuchao signaled in the recording room and said, "I'm waiting for my friend."

The little girl also turned her head and looked at the recording studio, curled her lips and muttered: "I can learn to record songs even if I don't have any sounds, I'm so narcissistic."

Guan Qiu's ears were pointed, and he heard them without saying a word. He smiled and said, "It's a hobby. Besides, no one comes to record songs. Wouldn't your recording studio be closed?"

The little girl didn't give her any comments and asked instead: "Can you play magic baby?"

"A little bit."

"What kind of character are you playing, which area is in, and how many levels are you..."

The little girl who had originally ignored her, when she heard Guan Qiu's words, she was like finding a confidant. She immediately changed her face and started chatting with Guan Qiu happily.

However, when she was addicted, the little girl pulled Guan Qiu to the back of the bar and turned on the computer to show him his game level equipment.

At this moment, a large group of people suddenly rushed in from the door. They all had tiger backs and bears, long short hair, and gold necklaces as thick as thumbs on their necks, quickly filling the already small foyer.

Seeing these people, the little girl sitting next to Guan Qiu was not only not afraid, but also showed a look of disgust on her face.

One of the bearded men with a fat face stood out and came to the bar counter, knocked on the table, looked at the little girl and said in a angrily voice: "Where is your mother..."

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