I just want to play games quietly

Zhang Xiao was surprised and quickly bowed his head and said, "I'm too anxious. I also hope my little sister can be happy."

"Happy? I want her to be sad. " Zhang Chunqiu looked up in a certain direction and said with a complicated look: "born in Zhangjia, she doesn't even have the qualification to be sad. If she can, I hope she can understand what is sad, so at least she is still a little sister."

Zhang Xiao said sadly: "if I can choose, I would rather take the place of my younger sister to bear the same, but the one in the devil's grave..."

"Shut up." Zhang Chunqiu, who has always been as gentle as jade and seems not to be angry, suddenly gets angry and stares at Zhang Xiao like a knife.

Zhang Xiao was startled, his body trembled, and he couldn't help stepping back two steps.

Although he is a brother of the same age, Zhang Xiao has deep awe for Zhang Chunqiu in his heart. At ordinary times, maybe he still dares to contradict Zhang Chunqiu, or even deliberately refutes him.

But once Zhang Chunqiu was serious, Zhang Xiao did not dare to say anything more. Zhang Xiao had never seen such a case of Zhang Chunqiu's anger before. He was so frightened that he almost did not dare to look up at Zhang Chunqiu.

Zhang Chunqiu stares at Zhang Xiao coldly and says: "you should remember that your life is changed by my little sister. You have no right to say anything to replace her. Everyone in Zhang Jia is the same. My little sister doesn't owe anyone in Zhang Jia, only Zhang Jia owes her. If you really want to save her, leave your life. Without Zhang Jia and us, my little sister won't have to bear all that. "

"Brother, I know, I don't mean that..." Zhang Xiao's face was green for a while and white for a while by Zhang Chunqiu, but he didn't dare to refute. He even spoke incoherently.

Zhang Chunqiu didn't say anything more and didn't listen to Zhang Xiao. He turned around and left directly.

Waiting for Zhang Chunqiu to disappear in Zhang Xiao's sight, Zhang Xiao's face gradually returned to normal, biting his teeth and muttering in a low voice: "don't you have the same qualifications to be angry with me?"

The next day, Zhou Wen came to Zhang Yuzhi's garden again.

Today's Zhang Yuzhi and yesterday's Zhang Yuzhi seem to have changed a person.

Yesterday, she was dressed formally, like a lady of a big family. When she was in front of outsiders, she was very decent in dealing with people. At first sight, she was born in a famous family and seemed to be a superior princess.

In fact, it's not too much to say that Zhang Yuzhi is a princess. Zhang's sphere of influence is much larger than that of an ancient country.

But today's Zhang Yuzhi is wearing a ponytail, jeans, a short sleeve black T-shirt and a hat with a long brim.

Although the figure is still very good, slender legs are very eye-catching, but it looks different from yesterday.

"What's that?" Zhou Wen noticed that there was a pile of things in the middle of the garden, covered with a large black silk. He didn't know what it was.

Zhou Wen still remembers that there were no such things in the garden yesterday.

"It's a good thing. Have you ever heard of the idea that music makes plants happy?" Zhang Yuzhi said with a wink.

Zhou Wen didn't hear what Zhang Yuzhi was saying and couldn't see what she was saying. He could only keep silent.

Zhang Yuzhi seemed to have known that Zhou Wen would have such a reaction for a long time, so he continued mysteriously: "in ancient times, after some people's research, plants could grow better after listening to good music. According to their research, ordinary vegetables, if they listen to the beautiful tones played by musicians, will grow more fresh and vigorous than those of the same kind of vegetables that don't listen to music. "

Occasionally, Zhou Wen could hear just a few words. He only knew that Zhang Yuzhi seemed to be talking about things like "vegetables", "music" and "happiness". He didn't know what it meant.

"Let's get to work." Zhou Wen said helplessly.

Zhang Yuzhi turned her lips and seemed very dissatisfied with Zhou Wen's reaction, but she still pulled Zhou Wen to the pile of things, and then lifted the black silk cloth.

Zhou Wen saw that there was a set of drums under it.

"Don't you mean to clean up the garden? What are you doing with these things? " Zhou Wen looked at the drum and asked.

"The concert makes the plants happy." Zhang Yuzhi, with cunning eyes, sat down in front of the drum and said to Zhou Wen.

Zhou Wen finally heard this sentence. What Zhang Yuzhi had said before, he immediately guessed a general idea.

"Now let me show you the musical skills I have practiced carefully. I have a nickname in Zhangjia, the little Mozart of Zhangjia." Zhang Yuzhi said, picked up the drum stick, and then knocked up.

Zhou Wen didn't hear what Zhang Yuzhi was saying, and he didn't know who Mozart was. He could only listen to the drum she was beating.

Zhou Wen looked at Zhang Yuzhi and his face became more and more strange.

Zhang Yuzhi is very involved in playing, but even if Zhou Wen doesn't understand music, even if he hasn't heard the drum before, even if he can only occasionally hear a few paragraphs now.

But it doesn't affect his opinion that flowers and plants should not be happy after listening to such "music".

No, that should not be regarded as music. Voice is more appropriate.

Zhang Yuzhi seems to be very intoxicated. He knocks hard and shouts something to Zhou Wen.

But this time, Zhou Wen didn't hear a word. The sound of the drum caused a great obstacle to his hearing.

Not only the sound of the drum itself, but also the sound of the drum affects all kinds of plants in the garden. Petals, leaves, grass leaves, insects, even dust and bacteria make more sound because of the vibration.

The amount of sound information in the small garden increased by geometric multiples, so that Zhou Wengen could not hear what Zhang Yuzhi was saying, and it was difficult to capture her voice information in the chaotic mass of sound information.

Zhang Yuzhi said a lot, but he didn't respond to Zhou Wen. Instead of being angry, he showed a meaningful smile on his face.

After stopping his drumstick, Zhang Yuzhi said to Zhou Wen, "Zhou Wen, you are really smart, smart like... When..."

Zhou Wenquan listened attentively to Zhang Yuzhi's voice. Because the drum stopped and the amount of voice information was greatly reduced, he was lucky to catch Zhang Yuzhi's voice for the first time and heard her speak.

But when Zhang Yuzhi spoke, he knocked again. His voice immediately disturbed Zhou Wen's hearing. He didn't hear what Zhang Yuzhi said next.

However, as I said before, I should be praising his cleverness.

"Thank you. You flatter me." Zhou Wen said.

After listening to Zhou Wen's words, Zhang Yuzhi's expression was very serious, but her eyes became crescent shaped, because her last words were "smart like a pig".