My wife is very drunk

Chapter 585 Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies

Drunk Ai Ai looked at the black and white keys, stretched out her fingers, and pressed one lightly.

She was not in a hurry to play the piano, she just used her fingers to slowly press the black and white keys one by one.

With the beating of her fingers, those musical notes appeared one by one without clusters.

Everyone thought that she was just auditioning, and they all stretched their necks and waited.

Sitting next to Cheng Qingshuang, Wei Xiao frowned.

He never knew that drunk Ai Ai could play the piano.

It seems that her life in Qiao's house was not satisfactory in the past, and she often played the role of a little maid.

And Qiao Guangyuan is all about playing a clean and honest image in front of outsiders, and he will not send her to learn to play the piano, which is elegant and expensive.

After all, this thing is expensive and time-consuming, and it can't easily produce results.

He nervously looked at the drunk Ai Ai on the stage.

He doesn't know how to play the piano, but he has never eaten pork, and he has always seen pigs run away.

He could see that Drunk Ai Ai's technique was completely different, not like playing the piano at all.

Can't play, why go to dance?

Wei Xiao got up immediately, and was about to go forward to protect his wife and make things right for her.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to step forward, he suddenly heard a little girl behind him exclaim: "Wow, a butterfly."

Sure enough, those butterflies have already come here, one, two, three...

In the simple notes of Drunk Ai Ai, more and more butterflies gather.

Those butterflies flapped their beautiful wings one by one, and landed gently on her shoulders and arms. It seemed that these elves of nature were also moved by the sound of the piano and danced lightly.

There are even quite a few, dancing around the jumping keys, boldly, directly stopping on the fingertips of Drunk Ai Ai, without moving.

The crowd stayed.

At this moment, no one paid any attention to what was playing out from the notes Zui Ai pressed.

Everyone's focus was on the elves dancing around her.

They stop at her fingertips, rise and fall on the keys, and some of them dance around her lips, even lingering on her lips.

The unity of heaven and man is such a wonderful combination, which makes people feel like a dream.

"Okay." Wei Xiao, who was ready to rescue the scene at any time, took the lead in clapping his hands at this moment.

As soon as he applauded, the guests also responded with a burst of warm applause.

The smart drunk Ai Ai, of course, knows how to seize the opportunity.

When Wei Xiao was the first to lead the applause, she got up from the piano.

Of course, it is impossible for her to continue to stay in front of the piano and make a fool of herself. If it takes a little longer, everyone will definitely see the clues.

She stood in the center of the stage, stretched her arms lightly, and slowly teased the butterflies. Then, she whispered an ancient poem:

Jinse has no end in fifty strings, a string of thoughts and a string of years.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of a butterfly, and Wang Dichun cares for the cuckoo.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea, and the blue sky is warm and the jade smokes.

This feeling can be treated as a recollection, but it was lost at the time.

Drunk Ai Ai, who chanted poems in a low voice, makes people feel that she is otherworldly and refined. She seems to be the butterfly in Zhuang Sheng's dream, dancing there.

"Okay." The nurse Wei Xiao, who was very sensible and cooperative today, shouted again and gave applause without hesitation.

The surrounding guests also gave a burst of warm applause.

Sure enough, this granddaughter-in-law of the Wei family has done extraordinary things.

Drunk Ai Ai glanced slightly at the audience, as if no one paid any attention to whether she played the piano or not.

(End of this chapter)