The little green plum in Song Shao's arms is so sultry

Chapter 63

Qiao Anan laughed from the side, and said Yu Sheng while laughing: "I didn't expect you to be told by your brother."

Yu Sheng turned black: "When I was young, my eldest brother didn't come back often, and when he came back, he only caught me and my second brother and taught him a lesson."

Old Man Qiu stroked his gray beard again: "I can't imagine that the grandchildren of that bastard old man are more than one realm better than him."

Yu Sheng didn't tell Mr. Qiu what she wanted. She smiled lightly, thinking of ways to make him happy. Qiao An'an also had her own way. is a hamster.

Before the chef even started cooking, she had already eaten a pile of ingredients, persimmons and fruits one by one, watching old man Qiu eloquently describe her fantasy future.

And Mr. Qiu seems to have found a confidant, his beard grows longer each time he smiles, his wrinkled hands grinningly pass things to Joan Ann, Joan Ann doesn't care, and just takes it and gnaws it.

"Let me tell you, our Shengzi is beautiful, and his status is also first-class. No one on this earth is worthy of Shengzi."

I don't know why, but the topic of the two people suddenly changed from eating to Yu Sheng. For the first time, Mr. Qiu objected to Qiao An'an's words. He stroked his beard again, and said thoughtfully: " Let me tell you, there is a person who is a perfect match with our Sheng'er."

"Can there be someone as good as Shengzi?" Qiao Anan didn't think so, and she continued to nibble on the corn cob in her hand: "Old man, don't be fooled by your old eyes."

Old Man Qiu shook his head: "No, no, even if I look at it from the perspective of my youth, that man and Shengzi are a perfect match."

Qiao Anan said disdainfully: "Old man, you are so old, how much you can change your mind when you are young, it is not the same feudal superstition."

The old man tapped Qiao An'an's leg with his peach wood cane, and said with a smile: "You girl, you don't know, when you, Grandpa Qiu, I was very advanced in thinking when I was young, but there are many under my hands. Few students come to me."

Qiao Anan obviously asked him perfunctorily: "Which family is the big guy who can match my Shengsheng?"

Mr. Qiu narrowed his eyes and couldn't remember his name after thinking for a long time. He shook his head after thinking for a while, and finally he could only meet Qiao An'an's curious eyes and said slowly: "Oh, I forgot that Xiaosheng's name."

Qiao Anan laughed loudly: "Let me just say, there is no one in this world who can match my Shengsheng."

Old man Qiu said stubbornly: "Don't be too happy, he made an appointment to visit me not long before you came here."

Qiao Anan lazily drank a glass of orange juice: "Then I'll just look forward to that person's arrival."

It was the first time that old man Qiu was suffocated, but he thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't remember who that person was.

But that person didn't have much contact with him, it was just that Shengsheng brought him by chance when he came to dig bamboo shoots, but the annoying thing is, that bastard old thing seems to be quite optimistic about that boy.

I am already old, and my memory is also declining. I can't remember what happened many years ago, but I vaguely remember that the person's surname seems to be Song. Today I made an appointment to visit, and it is also the name of Song.

"What about you, don't you have a boyfriend who matches you, little guy?" Mr. Qiu refused to admit defeat, and asked again: "If not, you can come to Grandpa Qiu, and I will introduce you to Grandpa. The resources are all of high quality."

As soon as these words came out, Qiao An'an, who was still twittering, quieted down, and those enchanting eyes also became quiet. Mr. Qiu was startled, worried that he would poke the sore spot of this year-end friend, and just wanted to say something to make it up this scene.

Hearing that charming voice again, hee hee: "Then rely on you to be my Yuelao,

My match is already dead. "

Mr. Qiu was relieved, and just about to refute her with a smile, Qiao Anan became quiet again: "Hush, listen carefully."

He also calmed down, pricking up his ears, trying to find the voice Joan Ann said.

Finally, he heard a melodious and slow sound of the qin, like spring water in spring sleep, warm and soft, the player who played the qin concealed his state of mind, and could only hear the gentle sound of the qin, nothing else.

"It's Sheng'er." Mr. Qiu said slowly, but his mood seemed to sink: "However, she doesn't like playing the piano very much. I remember that every time I came to dig bamboo shoots in this courtyard, I was wronged and wronged." Only then will I play these few songs."

Joan Ann frowned: "I'll go find her."

Mr. Qiu still stopped her: "Sheng'er hasn't cried much since she was a child, and her mood is also very strong. Those trivial things can't affect her mood at all. When she came with you, did you encounter anything? ?”

Qiao Anan shook her head: "No," she suddenly thought of Xuanyu Pavilion again, but she didn't find anything unusual about Yu Sheng at that time. Could it be that Yu Sheng was hiding something from her?

She couldn't help worrying again, Qiao Anan didn't care if Yu Sheng had something to hide from her, she was only afraid that this matter would have a bad impact on Yu Sheng's mood.

Qiao Anan didn't listen to Mr. Qiu's words, but got up directly to look for Yu Sheng. Following the direction of the sound of the piano, she quickly found Yu Sheng.

It was a small gazebo, and there were some flowers and plants planted around it, but most of these flowers and plants had already withered due to autumn and winter. Yu Sheng was wearing a light brown warm velvet dress, and his long flowing and slightly curly hair let it hang down. Qianqian fine-tuned the strings with her fine hands, and played a musical score with the rushing water in the autumn.

Qiao Anan didn't bother Yu Sheng, but quietly waited for Yu Sheng to finish the song before slowly walking forward: "Sheng Sheng, you play this song well, what's its name?"

"It doesn't have a name." Yu Sheng slowly stood up and smiled at her, "It's my improvisation."

Joan Ann glanced at her enviously: "Is there anything else you don't know?"

Yu Sheng thought for a while, "Yes."

Then he pointed to the jujube tree in the yard: "I still don't know how to climb that tree to pick those jujubes."

Qiao Anan looked at Yu Sheng suspiciously: "You are better at climbing trees than anyone else, and you have more experience climbing school walls than me."

Yu Sheng patted Qiao An'an's head: "Stupid, you can believe me if I lie to you. I only know how to play stringed instruments like Guqin. For example, popular instruments like piano, I don't know how to do it at all."

(End of this chapter)