"Qingqing, look at you, the girl is jumping around, you don't have the slightest bit of ladylike demeanor." The woman who came out behind Jun Xiaoqing was still as elegant and beautiful as she was seven years ago, but when she looked over with her beautiful peach blossom eyes
, there is something I can’t understand in my eyes. I feel inexplicably unhappy when I think of the scene I saw seven years ago, when I became the initiator of rolling down the stairs.
"Speechless, come here." Jun Changqian called me, holding my hand with one hand and Jun Xiaoqing with the other hand, and asked her: "I heard that your piano has passed level 10? Xiaoqing is great!"
Xiao Qing said: "Speaking of the piano, my uncle's piano is really great. Buyu, I have always wanted to take my uncle as my teacher, but he said he would not accept apprentices. Did he secretly teach you?"
I looked at Jun Changqian, who didn't give any hint, but I knew that I had to give Jun Xiaoqing a negative answer at this moment, otherwise she would be sad. So I smiled and shook my head, saying that I had never learned piano.
In fact, ever since I mentioned Jun Xiaoqing’s piano that time, Jun Changqian took me to his piano room. There were many places in our big house by the sea that I had never visited at that time, such as Jun Changqian’s.
Qian's study, his piano room, and a mysteriously locked attic.
Jun Changqian is indeed a good teacher, whether in study or life, he teaches me how to play the piano. However, many times Jun Changqian told Uncle Zhong that I have a high level of understanding. Uncle Zhong said: "We are not talented.
Master, please train her to become an internationally famous pianist, and she can also fulfill your dream, Master."
Jun Changqian said that art cultivates sentiments, and it is enough to know a little without saying anything. There is no need to put all the fun of life in fame and fortune. That was the first time I knew that he did not force me to study hard.
The intention and purpose of pursuing something vigorously, he only hopes that I can live happily and happily!
Not long after we arrived, cars started to drive in one after another. The first car was a red Ferrari sports car, and a girl in her early twenties got out of the car. She had fair skin and long, slightly curly hair.
He stayed on her shoulder. Because he arrived early, he only bowed slightly in the direction where we were, then turned his head to look at the way he came.
Another black Bentley stopped, and out of the car was a middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing a well-tailored handmade suit.
The girl ran over in a few steps, took his hand, and smiled brightly and cleanly.
Ever since the girl stepped out of the car door, Jun Changqian had been staring at her blankly. Although he tried to hide it a little, I, who was right next to him, could clearly see that he was unusual for this girl.
They must have known each other, right? Or maybe, like Julie, she had an unrequited crush on him before?
Xiaoqing blinked her big eyes curiously and asked: "Mommy, is that Sister Min En that grandpa mentioned? Is she really Korean?"
Xiaoqing's mother did not respond, but went up to them and talked to them in fluent Korean.
I looked at the beautiful girl with curiosity on my face, because Jun Changqian didn't ask me to concentrate on my studies, so I had already started watching Korean dramas. At this time, I looked at Min En carefully.
He was sure that she was Korean, but still raised her head to look at Jun Changqian.
His face changed slightly, and something subtle flashed in his eyes. He noticed my gaze, and immediately put away those emotions, and laughed softly: "It seems that the old man intends to have a party."
