The pit cargo system taught me how to farm

Chapter 163 Misunderstanding, Qian Fangfang is angry

When Qian Haoduo came to find Zhou Qinglan, he happened to be going out, so Qian Haoduo stayed here to read by himself.

Now that Zhou Qinglan came back suddenly, she thought it was time to leave.

"No hurry, Hao Duo, if you're okay, can you do me a favor?" Zhou Qinglan walked over with a gentle smile on his face.

"What's the matter? Master Zhou? If I can help, I won't refuse."

After all, she would often come to borrow other people's books and occupy their territory. If there was something she could do to help, Qian Haoduo would naturally not refuse.

Besides, when she was on the mountain last time, she could clearly see how Zhou Qinglan protected her.

"It's not a big problem, just asking you to help me listen to what's wrong with the new song." Zhou Qinglan looked at her and said.

"Composition? Master Zhou, did you compose the composition yourself?" Qian Haoduo immediately became interested when he heard it.

No matter in ancient times or modern times, people who can compose their own lyrics are talents, and she has always admired them.

"Well, a friend's father's birthday, he asked me to do a favor, I thought about it two days ago, but I came up with a song, but it always sounds awkward. I just went out to find other friends, and they all said it was okay, but I always feel that something is missing. Hao Duo, I remember that you are quite talented in temperament, just give me some advice when the time comes. "

"Well...you can listen to it, if you ask me to help...ahem, I may not be able to help." Qian Haoduo was a little embarrassed.

Although she had learned a lot of music theory, including various musical instruments, because she had to meet all kinds of people and do anything in her previous life, she had never tried such a high-level job as composing.

"It's okay, you listen first." Zhou Qinglan turned and picked up his lyre after speaking.

Zhou Qinglan has a habit. He likes to burn incense with bare hands and face the beautiful scenery when playing the piano.

So Qian Haoduo consciously moved away from the window and the chair, and asked him to put the board over, put the lyre on it, facing the window, and there happened to be a bamboo forest outside, and there were also flowers that fit the scene.

Zhou Qinglan washed his hands, lit the incense, sat quietly in front of the piano, and began to play after brewing his emotions.

This is a light and commanding tune. The player playing the piano is handsome and elegant. The smell of the incense is light and elegant.

Qian Haoduo, who calmed down and listened to the music, felt for the first time that Zhou Qinglan was actually a very talented person.He looked gentle and jade-like from the side, with the nobility of a nobleman, like a piece of warm jade, radiant and radiant.

His dark hair was draped behind him, his cheeks were fair, his fingers were long and slender, flying briskly on the strings, and there was a gentle smile on his face. The whole person was like a male pig's feet in an ancient painting, so beautiful.

If it is in autumn, if it is under a tree full of flowers, if there is his playing, if there is wine and beauty dancing, wouldn't it be more picturesque?

The beauty flashed in Qian Haoduo's mind, and she couldn't help yearning for it, but when she imagined herself in the picture, the person who was sitting cross-legged and playing the piano suddenly turned into Ye Linghan's face.

What the hell?Qian Haoduo shook his head, trying hard to drive Ye Linghan out.

Ye Linghan, who was dressed in black, obviously couldn't be in the scene.It's a pity that once this idea appeared, it spread quickly, and the scene in my mind suddenly changed.

A big evergreen tree with ancient vines, the introverted and handsome Ye Linghan lay casually leaning against the tree, with one hand behind his head and the other hanging down casually.

A face full of anger between man and god raised up to look at the sky, with a melancholy expression carrying a vague aristocratic temperament, cold and lonely.

His clothes hung down to the tree, fluttering with the wind along with the tree curtain, and his jet-black hair fluttered wildly, adding some sinister and mysterious taste to him out of thin air.

Then, he turned his head and looked at her under the tree.

The look in his eyes changed from the loneliness just now to a playful look with radiance. His eyes were full of charm, and the deep eyes were full of spirit. He hooked his hand and she approached.

He turned over, brought her to the tree, and held her tightly in front of his chest. His warm breath spread around her neck, and his low tone contained a hint of temptation.

"Little Haoduo~ miss me?"

Approaching, his hand grabbed hers, and the hair behind the two of them drifted in the wind, and soon became intertwined.

Ahhh, no, I'm thinking that she's going crazy!
Under what circumstances, she had unknowingly been poisoned by a poison called Yelinghan.

Damn, she must have read too many romance novels, Qian Haoduo muttered to himself.

The sound of the piano continued, but Qian Haoduo, who patted her head, suddenly felt that something was missing in the sound of the piano. Listening carefully, a melody formed and fluttered in her mind.

Soon, it overlapped with Zhou Qinglan's piano sound.

"I see!" Qian Haoduo suddenly slapped the window and shouted excitedly, he couldn't even feel the pain in his hands.

"Master Zhou, I see, I know what's wrong."

"Oh?" Zhou Qinglan's piano sound just passed the climax and reached the part he was not satisfied with, when he heard Qian Haoduo's excited shout, he stopped suddenly.

"Master Zhou, can I borrow your piano? Oh, that's right, can you please play the previous melody again, wait until the beat before I called to stop, and then replace me, is that okay?" ?" Qian Haoduo walked over and asked.

"Of course." Zhou Qinglan nodded, and moved a little to the side.

Qian Haoduo sat down, and listened attentively to Zhou Qinglan starting to play again, closing his eyes to feel the rhythm inside.

Soon, at the place she mentioned, Zhou Qinglan stopped and moved the Qin towards her by half a minute.

Qian Haoduo picked up the melody just now and still plucked the strings.

The technique was a little rusty, but she quickly entered into the artistic conception. Zhou Qinglan turned her head and looked at her side face, while listening carefully to the difference in Qian Haoduo's playing.

Soon, he made a surprise discovery.

In his previous songs, the sound and key of this part will be changed later, which is still a successor to the previous cheerfulness, but he always feels that it is a bit far-fetched.

Now under Qian Haoduo's hands, her green and slender fingers fluctuate, lift up and down, like two butterflies dancing around, the melody is half a point higher than before, the rhythm is still the same as before, and some syllables have been subtly changed by her , compared to before, it really is much more perfect, even he feels that it is too beautiful.

The incense is lingering, and the lingering sound is gurgling.

One guqin, one incense, one handsome man, one beautiful woman, one beautiful scenery.

Qian Fangfang discovered this scene when she appeared near Zhou Qinglan's house, and the flame of jealousy in her heart burned like a frenzy, and she couldn't restrain herself from shouting.

"What are you doing?"

(End of this chapter)