This is my own. I went out and looked around, but no guitar store was open. I had no choice but to go home and give him my own guitar first, hoping he wouldn't

It’s so disappointing. I’ll buy him a new one in a few days. Fang Zhiqiang nodded.

You really have a guitar, I thought you were joking. Wang Yaxin took Fang Zhiqiang’s clothes to the cloakroom and hung them up, then walked out and asked Fang Zhiqiang with a smile.

I really like music. I was very interested in it when I was in college. I was addicted to it for a while. However, later I realized that interest cannot be used as a living and dreams have become reality. In the end, I gave up and forgot about it. This time

It’s not that Xiaoyu wanted it, I had already forgotten that I still had such a guitar. Fang Zhiqiang also smiled and said, I don’t know why, but after returning to this house and seeing Wang Yaxin, I was in a bad mood.

All of a sudden it disappeared.

Just as he was talking, the random sound of strings began to sound over there.

Dad, teach me to play! Teach me to play this! Wang Jingyu shouted over there.

Fang Zhiqiang smiled and walked over.

Dad, play it for me first. Come on, play it for me again. Wang Jingyu handed the guitar to Fang Zhiqiang and said.

Fang Zhiqiang took the guitar and touched the guitar, which had some paint peeling off, and unexpectedly thought of his youthful and crazy green years again.

What should I play for you? There seems to be no music suitable for children. Let me just play a piece of music and sing and play. You will know what it is like to play the guitar. Fang Zhiqiang thought for a while and said

.

Fang Zhiqiang plucked the strings, then started to play, and then he sang along: Night is a grand carnival for one person, his eyes want to travel far away, but the dark night blocks the wings of longing, what will

A person's loneliness is rendered into a sky full of stars. Needless to say, tonight I will only drink and chat with loneliness. Who is whose, who is yours, who is yours, only loneliness is my who and who...

This is the song written by Huang Wanting. He held this guitar and thought of many songs he had played before. However, almost every song contained references to Nie Qian, so he didn't want to sing it, so he finally chose this song written by Huang Wanting.

Song.

Wang Jingyu just watched Fang Zhiqiang's hands playing on the strings curiously. He was so young and didn't know whether to listen to these things. However, Wang Yaxin, who had been standing aside and watching, was moved by Fang Zhiqiang's singing. It was really

I was really moved. As Huang Wanting said at the beginning, Fang Zhiqiang's voice is a bit deep, which is actually very suitable for interpreting this song. It can touch people even more and bring people into the somewhat sad and lonely artistic conception that this song wants to express.

After Fang Zhiqiang finished playing, Wang Yaxin sat down next to Fang Zhiqiang, clapped his hands and said: I really didn't expect you to sing so well.

Don’t say that, I just sang randomly, I really didn’t have any skills. Back then, when I was in school, I really liked guitar, folk songs and rock. I played this for quite a while at that time. When it comes to singing, I was actually really good at it.

I have no skills, I haven’t learned this, so don’t praise me. Xiaoyu, do you still like guitar? Fang Zhiqiang asked.

I like it. Wang Jingyu sat there obediently and nodded.

Nie... Qian, this is... Wang Yaxin suddenly saw the words on the guitar and asked curiously.

Fang Zhiqiang was stunned, looked down, hesitated, and said: This guitar... was given to me by my ex-girlfriend. She was a student at the time and was very innocent, so she engraved her name on it. Don't get me wrong.

I didn't throw this guitar away, not that I couldn't bear to forget her, because this guitar is not only about her memory, but more about my university and my entire youth, so...so I haven't

Willing to throw it away.

Fang Zhiqiang was afraid that Wang Yaxin would misunderstand, so he spoke quickly.

Wang Yaxin smiled after hearing this, and then said: You really misunderstood me. I am just curious about why there is a name on it. I have no intention of interrogating you. Don't be nervous. When two people are together, what they need is trust and trust.

Tolerance and understanding, the most important thing is trust

Ren, I have always believed in one sentence: You can’t keep those who want to leave, and you can’t drive away those who want to stay. Who hasn’t gone to college? Who hasn’t had a first love? How could I care about this? Besides, you don’t care about my past.

, how could I care about your past? Don’t think too much about it.

Fang Zhiqiang listened to Wang Yaxin's words and grinned at Wang Yaxin. He really didn't know what to say about Wang Yaxin's tolerance and understanding.

Dad, Dad, teach me, teach me. When Wang Jingyu saw that Fang Zhiqiang had been talking to Wang Yaxin, he immediately stopped. Feeling left out, Wang Jingyu quickly pulled Fang Zhiqiang away.

Okay, okay, I'll teach you, walk around, go to the study, I'll probably teach you, this is too big, you can't even hold it, next time daddy will buy you one suitable for children... Fang Zhiqiang

He took the guitar and led Wang Jingyu to the study, talking as he walked.

Wang Yaxin looked at Fang Zhiqiang and Wang Jingyu and couldn't help but smile happily again.

That night, Fang Zhiqiang and Wang Yaxin were lying on the bed. Wang Jingyu had fallen asleep. Wang Yaxin turned off the lights, leaving only the dim wall lamps on, creating a warm feeling in the room.

After Wang Jingyu fell asleep, Fang Zhiqiang held Wang Jingyu and moved Wang Jingyu to the side, moved to the side, and then fell asleep in the middle, holding Wang Yaxin.

Wang Yaxin smiled and said nothing.

Of course Fang Zhiqiang would not be honest. He hugged Wang Yaxin and began to move his hands up and down Wang Yaxin's body, specifically attacking sensitive places.

Wang Yaxin finally grabbed Fang Zhiqiang's hand and said: Stop making trouble, not today.

Huh? Fang Zhiqiang, who was already in a state of excitement, was a little stunned.

My aunt is here, please bear with me for a few days. Wang Yaxin said apologetically.

Why is there such a thing? It won't come sooner or later. Fang Zhiqiang felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured down from his head. He let go and hugged Wang Yaxin.

Wang Yaxin turned sideways and slept directly on Fang Zhiqiang's arm. She hugged Fang Zhiqiang and lay in Fang Zhiqiang's arms like a little woman.

Zhiqiang, my mother called me again today. Wang Yaxin said.

Well, what did you say?

After talking about their arrangements, they have already started making arrangements for our return.
Chapter completed!