The heart of the king of the net pleases you

Chapter 21 Pipa
"Wife, you should be gentle next time." Ying Tingze grinned and rubbed the flesh on the inside of his arm, without any image at all for a moment.

"You speak so freely, you blame me for pinching you!" Yingting Yuqing rolled her beautiful eyes and threw a big white eye over her.

"Didn't I realize it later!" Ying Tingze smiled flatteringly.

"Hmph," Yuqing Yingting snorted coldly: "It's just that I think our daughter still has something on her mind. She seemed to want to say something to me, but she didn't say anything in the end."

"Hey, don't think so much, when my daughter wants to say it, she will naturally say it." Ying Tingze hugged his wife into his arms.

Upstairs, Ying Ting Yuqing took a bath and was nestled in the soft bedding, exhaling heavily.

If you want to pick up the pipa again, you still have to ask your mother for advice.

I just asked my mother about the pipa, and I...

Qingqian turned over with a wry smile, then there was a knock on the door, and then Yingting Yuqing pushed the door in with a glass of milk.

"Are you going to sleep?" Yuqing Yingting sat down beside Qingqian's bed: "Drink the milk, you will sleep better."

"Thank you mom." Qingqian hurriedly took the milk from Yingting Yuqing's hand and drank it in small sips.

"Qianqian, do you have anything to say to your mother?" Yingting Yuqing asked seemingly unintentionally

"No." Qingqian lowered her head with obvious guilt, and handed out the empty cup in her hand.

"Okay, then sleep well." Yingting Yuqing didn't ask any further questions, she put away the cup and went out.

Qingqian plunged headfirst into the quilt, but tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

The night gradually deepened, and there was no sound outside. His clear eyes opened and closed, and finally he sat up.

Qingqian rubbed her head irritably, as expected, she was a person who couldn't pretend, no, she had insomnia.

Qingqian tiptoedly opened the door and walked towards the other end of the corridor, trying not to make a sound.

Qingqian passed through several doors and finally stopped in front of the most inconspicuous one.

Entering the room lightly, Qingqian immediately closed the door, and fumbled to turn on the light in the room.

The things in this room are arranged in a disorderly manner, and thick dust has accumulated in some places.

Qingqian began to rummage around, until her fingers touched a wooden box, Qingqian sighed in relief.

Carefully open the box, inside is a pipa with two broken strings.

Qingqian took the pipa out of the wooden box, wiped off the ash that fell on it, and stroked the pipa carved with exquisite patterns inch by inch with her fingers.

This pipa is carved from high-quality wood, and it looks expensive at first glance, but there are many incomplete traces on the half pear-shaped speaker, which lowers the value of this pipa.

A trace of obvious distress flashed across Qingqian's eyes, and he plucked the unbroken strings of the pipa, and uttered a strange but familiar tone.

"what are you doing!"

(End of this chapter)