Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 245 Another child? ! (1)
Song Qiyan frowned at this moment, and shielded Jin Ziqi behind him, seemed to ponder for a few seconds, and then said to these disaffected young people: "I'm sorry, my wife is not very good at telling lies."

Standing behind Song Qiyan, Jin Ziqi nodded, feeling that what Song Qiyan said was too pertinent!
"I said you are here to mess things up?!"

The girl with the video camera jumped anxiously, and greeted those young people: "David!"

Then an exceptionally strong boy with a height of about two meters came out from behind the crowd.

The facial features that are too sharp-edged are a bit hideous in the night.

Jin Ziqi couldn't help but squeezed Song Qiyan's sleeves tightly. The opponent was too strong, and with so many accomplices, Song Qiyan's chances of winning might not be great in a fight!

Unexpectedly, the boy named David rolled up his sleeves but didn't do anything. Instead, he hooked his fingers at Jin Ziqi and pointed at the electronic piano behind him to challenge: "Since you can talk like that, then go and play it!"

Song Qiyan frowned after hearing this, "What?"

"Let your wife play it!" repeated the muscular boy.

Everyone around also cast their expectant eyes on Jin Ziqi behind Song Qiyan.

It is like an invisible encouragement of courage, stimulating the spiritual world of the parties involved.

"But I've never played an electronic organ." Jin Ziqi gave his answer honestly.

"Ha!" Those band youths put their hands in their trouser pockets and said with a sneer: "So you should think about your own strength before criticizing others."

Jin Ziqi stood there quietly, the black hair on her chest curled up gracefully in the night wind, her eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly fluttering in the night: "But I can give it a try."

The key player showed a contemptuous smile, but he also made way for her to pass.

Facing the interested eyes of those around him, Jin Ziqi let go of Song Qiyan's hand, and before walking to the electronic piano, he turned his head and glanced at Song Qiyan.

There was a smile on his face, and there was no impurity or shadow in his eyes, which contained encouragement and indulgence.

She smiled lightly, walked to the electronic piano, lowered her head and began to study this musical instrument that she had never touched before.

Even for the piano, she can only play it according to the familiarity deep in her memory.

Not to mention this kind of musical instrument that is loved by young and frenzied ages.

The slender ivory fingers rested on the keys, touched them lightly a few times, and then issued a few monotonous syllables.

The unsatisfactory ding ding dong dong sound made the audience around him sigh.

Princess Jin was a little embarrassed, and couldn't help but look for the familiar tall figure in the crowd.

Song Qiyan was quite conspicuous among the crowd of uneven heights, she saw him almost immediately.

Wearing a white shirt, the front of the shirt was opened, and the cuffs were rolled up, exposing a section of muscle in the forearm, which looked strong and powerful. One hand was in the trouser pocket, and the other naturally fell to the side.

There is still a gentle smile on the corner of Bao Jian's mouth, his eyes are particularly black and bright in the night, standing with such a heroic posture, as if he only has her in his eyes, and the noise and joy around him have nothing to do with him.

In his eyes, only Jin Ziqi is his real happiness!

Jin Ziqi widened the smile in his eyes, and put his fingers on the keys again with great encouragement.

The index finger flicked casually, very brisk and joyful, it was "Turkish March".

It is already a very pleasant piece of music, under her fingers, it is getting faster and faster, it seems to have magic power, making people want to step into the music and recognize the story engraved on each note.

The original hustle and bustle was no longer nearby. More and more passers-by stopped and were attracted by the slender white figure in front of the electronic piano, and then were brought into a virtual world by the sound of the piano pointed at by her.

It is no longer an expensive and elegant dress, no longer a huge cold and noble piano, and no suitable stool for her to sit on. The scene is very different from the birthday party that night.

Jin Ziqi stood casually in front of the erected electronic piano, dressed casually, her long hair fluttering in the night sky, with one foot on the bracket, she moved her fingertips rapidly on the keys.

For her personally, this is a never-before-experience-playing this kind of electronically synthesized instrument.

The harmony effect of the electronic keyboard cannot be compared with that of the piano, but it has a special flavor——

Such as simplicity, such as casualness, such as freedom...

Jin Ziqi's ten fingers staggered and clutched on the keyboard more and more proficiently, like a dancer who is possessed and cannot stop.

For the first time, she didn't have to worry about her own identity, and just pressed the keys casually according to her heart's will. The crowd around her was already dark, but she was immersed in her own music.

With the ups and downs of the music, bursts of roaring cheers and applause erupted from the crowd.

Until her fingers burned and burned, until she felt like she was going to plant a flame on the keyboard.

When the message of fatigue came from the joints, she finally stopped in the waves of voices.

Perhaps because of the aggressive playing style, her chest rose and fell slightly, her breathing was a little short of breath, and the white moonlight glowed faintly on her fair and flushed face, which was considered a hearty performance.

The members of the band recovered from their obsession, applauded excitedly, gave thumbs up, and exaggerated their expressions.

Some Australians took pictures of her with their mobile phones, and some people picked a flower from somewhere and handed it to her. Jin Ziqi was in a daze, not completely calmed down, so he just smiled faintly.

When did she start, she was also keen on this kind of performance, like a grandstanding...

In fact, it feels good. You don't need to restrain your emotions, don't act out the life arranged by the family, but really expose your soul to the public.

Jin Ziqi had the most comfortable and sincere smile in those envious and amazed eyes.

Then seeing the crowd parting suddenly, Song Qiyan walked over from the narrow passage.

He smiled dignifiedly, took her waist and pulled her into his arms, bowed his head and kissed her.

It was a deep, intense and passionate kiss.

The surrounding crowd erupted into cheers and applause, surrounding them for a long time without dispersing.

"Xiao Qi, although I don't understand music theory and can't be a bosom friend who resonates with you, I love you." His voice was deep and sexy, his forehead touched hers, "You are so beautiful, but you will belong to me."

Jin Ziqi could only hug her back, not knowing what to say.Touched and happy, without exception, poured into the body.

On the way back, Song Qiyan seemed to have something to say, he tightened her hand from time to time, squeezed again and again.

(End of this chapter)