Chapter 37 Thank you for being willful

Author: Lazy

Chapter 37 Thank you for being willful

Seeing her expression similar to Eru Chisakata, Natsukawa began to float inside, and Sakamoto's cells also emerged to cause trouble.

In Shimosakamoto, ahem, I'm off topic.

He pressed the guitar horizontally, twisted the strings with his fingers, and hummed a song softly in his mouth.

"Come on, you hold it."

Xia Chuan reached out to wrap his arms around Jiang He and handed her the guitar.

Jiang He was stunned, and his delicate body, like a panicked little rabbit, also froze.

"This is a hook string. When you press the string with your left hand, the sound has a good continuity when you loosen the string. This is a relatively simple technique. This is a dot string. Press the string directly on the fret. The sound is lighter, the continuity is relatively low, and the rhythm is more suitable..."

"Uh-huh."

Jiang He looked at him sideways, and when he saw his serious eyes, he silently withdrew his gaze and listened humbly.

She thought that Xia Chuan was deliberately taking advantage of her.

It's so close that you can smell it clearly.

Didn’t it mean that boys have body odor?

He didn't have it either, but he had a faint smell of a boy.

Jiang He's heart was beating.

Fortunately, I came here after taking a shower, so I shouldn’t smell of sweat on my body, right?

Jiang He thought silently.

“Like this…”

The gentle sound was heard, and the strings sounded. Jiang He pursed his lips, followed Xia Chuan's beat, and gently pressed his fingers on the strings.

Years are long and long

Children's love is like a fancy

Can't escape from each other's world

Can't forget the shocking eyes

How many o'clock should I look at the cold stars by rolling the curtain alone

Can't escape the years and urge the young

Can't find love and hate

...

Feeling the wind blowing in the world, Jiang He said crisply and seriously: "Xia Chuan, you are such a musical genius."

"Just treat it, have you learned it?"

"How can I learn this? I'm too stupid compared to you."

Jiang He complained, and said curiously: "What's the name of that song just now?"

"No name."

"The martial arts style of Jianghu is very strong. How about it? "

Jiang He clapped his hands excitedly, and a bang.

"Like the seal performed in that amusement park."

"What about the seal?"

Jiang He thought of the seal lying beside the water of the amusement park, lying on the belly, and glared at him in shame and angrily: "How is it?"

Xia Chuan thought for a moment and nodded: "You said yes."

This may be called coincidence, this song is really called "Among the world".

The two of them communicated in the park until very late, and Jiang He was happy.

Xia Chuan also taught seriously. If the relationship between the two was not as good as that, he would probably have to continue to have a deeper understanding and understand Jiang He's foundation.

"I really hope I can hear this song on the player one day."

Jiang He blinked, looking forward to it: "Xia Chuan, thank you."

"What are you thanking? You're welcome."

"No, you still have injuries on your body and you will come out with me to be willful..."

Xia Chuan smiled and said, "Then wait until my injury is healed, so please treat me to a meal."

"OK."

Jiang He happily agreed: "Originally, I will treat you to KFC after the second subject is passed, so I will treat you to the others alone."

“Hook.”

"Hook~"

Jiang He found it interesting, and the two outlined their fingers together: "Your fingers are so long."

“Get longer.”

Xia Chuan thought, 'It's not just long fingers': "Your hands are so tender."

“….”

Jiang He thought, this boy would be inappropriate if he was not serious.

But such a boy is really interesting.

It was getting late, so Xia Chuan was sitting in a wheelchair and Jiang He pushed her to the hotel door.

Jiang He said worriedly: "Is it really okay to go back by yourself?"

"Do you think I'm in trouble? Don't make a fuss."

Xia Chuan pushed the wheelchair and stopped installing it.

Jiang He nodded gently: "Then...bye..."

"Go away."

Looking at Xia Chuan's straight back, Jiang He opened his lips lightly and shouted in a low voice: "Xia Chuan, Xia Chuan..."

"What's wrong?"

"I forgot to give you a gift, wait for me."

Soon, Jiang He left and returned, holding a framed photo in his hand.

Xia Chuan was a little surprised: "You drew it?"

"Yes, how is the drawing?"

"Your painting is very good."

Jiang He said proudly: "I have learned to dance and painting since I was a child. I remember telling you."

Xia Chuan nodded gently: "Can illustrations be possible?"

“It’s in the city.”

Xia Chuan stared at the painting for a while and suggested, "I have something I want to ask you for help."

"What's up?"

"Game illustration, I'm working on a program recently and need an illustrator. If you want, it's been a big help."

Isn’t this the illustrator delivered to the door?

If I had known that Jiang He's paintings were so awesome, he would have been reserved for his wool.

"No problem."

Jiang He agreed without thinking: "But don't blame me for doing something bad."

"Then let's make an appointment."

There was no hook this time, Xia Chuan said: "The painting is great."

"Thank you, I'm very happy and relaxed with you." Jiang He said sincerely.

"Good night."

"Yeah, good night."

Back in the room, Jiang He took off his clothes and entered the bathroom.

The water droplets slid down their white neck and fell to the ground drippingly.
To be continued...