On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, Jiang Chunhe insisted on learning guzheng.
A girl's temperament must be cultivated from an early age.
What's more, the Jiang family has only one daughter, and both Yan Nian and Jiang Beiyuan attach great importance to cultivating their daughter's interests.
So when she was a child, Chunhe learned dance and guzheng.
The dance I learned was folk dance. As for the guzheng, Chun'er originally chose it by herself.
Yan Nian showed pictures of guzheng, pipa, piano, cello, violin, and several other musical instruments to Chun'er, who was only five years old.
Chun'er skipped the last four, pointed to the first, and smiled at Yan Nian.
It was love at first sight for the guzheng.
Even if it's hard to play and the fingers will become calloused, Chun'er also likes it.
Jiang Qingchi and Jiang Saner accompanied Chunhe to learn guzheng.
Chun'er's guzheng teacher, Ding Baoyi's cousin Xu Tongtong, is a very elegant woman, with her hair pulled back and a slender neck like a swan, bright and moving.
"Teacher Xu."
Jiang Chunhe called with a sweet voice, and Jiang Qingchi and Jiang Saner also called "Teacher Xu."
Xu Tongtong smiled, "Why are you both here today?"
Jiang Qingchi said seriously: "The one who supports the show."
"Pfft," San'er couldn't help but laugh.
Jiang Qingchi: "?"
San'er: "It's okay, I thought of something fun."
Xu Tongtong found chairs for Jiang Qingchi and Jiang Saner and asked them to sit down.
Soon, other students came. They usually teach separately, but it’s the Chinese New Year soon, so on New Year’s Eve, Xu Tongtong called all six of her students over for an evaluation.
Chun'er is the third one to play the piano. She has a high ponytail and a delicate oval face. The side of her face is half tilted, shrouded in unreal light and shadow. Along with the melodious and crisp sound of the guzheng, it flows slowly. Jiang Qingchi and Jiang Jingming, who were present, also held their breath and listened quietly to Jiang Chunhe's playing.
There are high mountains, lush forests and bamboos, peach blossom pools, and hundreds of birds singing in unison.
This is the beauty of Chinese musical instruments.
Only Chinese musical instruments can exaggerate the ancient style and color to the extreme, turn feelings into elegance, and mood into stories.
Jiang Qingchi glanced out the window.
A black luxurious Rolls-Royce parked at the door.
But he couldn't see clearly the people in the car.
"San'er, whose car is that?"
Jiang San'er then looked over: "I don't know, is it my godfather's?"
"It's not like my godfather drives a Maybach."
"Is that Xu Zhengdong's?"
"How is that possible? He is at the same school age as you two. Why would his godfather buy him a car?"
That's right.
So whose car is this
And it was pointing in the direction of Jiang Chunhe.
It seemed that he knew she was coming to learn the piano today, so he came here on purpose.
But soon, the car drove away and Jiang Chunhe's performance ended.
"Good! Excellent! Wonderful!"
Jiang Qingchi took the lead in applauding, and then looked at Xu Tongtong.
"Teacher, you have heard what level my sister is, right? When the grading is done, the highest score will be enough."
As soon as this was said, everyone else laughed.
Xu Tongtong also laughed and coughed twice, "I know it well."
When we came out of the piano room, it was already dark.
Jiang Chunhe walked between Jiang Qingchi and Jiang San'er. Jiang Jingming told Chun'er about the Rolls-Royce incident just now.
Chun'er pursed her lips, "I don't know any rich friends. Maybe I came to pick up someone else."
"But after you finish playing, the car drives away."
"I don't know." Chun'er didn't care.
"..." Jiang Qingchi, who was walking, listened quietly to the two of them talking, with his hands folded behind his head and his eyes lazily squinting, thinking and wandering deeply.
"Jianghe—"
He must be hallucinating.
Otherwise, why would I hear Mu Yanzhu's voice.
It must be a hallucination.
"Jianghe—"
How could I still hallucinate twice? Do you think too much? But if you bear with it, you can go find her on the third day of the new year.
"Brother, look back and see who it is?"
Jiang Chunhe blinked, his brother was so happy that he didn't respond when his wife called him.
Jiang Qingchi: "Who's going to turn around, our father or our mother?"
"Jianghe—"
The crisp voice was very familiar, soft and firm, with the feeling of slanting wind and drizzle.
Jiang Qingchi finally turned his head.
When he saw Mu Yanzhu running towards him, he was so frightened that he was stunned, stunned, and confused...
He glanced at Jiang Chunhe blankly.
Jiang Chunhe tilted his head, looking playful and cute.
He looked at Jiang San'er again.
San'er spread his hands innocently, which meant that it was none of my business.
Until Mu Yanzhu stood in front of him.
Poke him in the face.
"not happy?"
"Mist grass!!!"
"young married woman!!!!"
The reflex arc from petrification to awakening was exceptionally long. Jiang Qingchi stretched out his long arms and locked Mu Yanzhu firmly in his arms.
At that moment, I almost cried.
"Is it really you? Am I not dreaming?"
"Do you think it's a dream?"
"Well, I think it would be best to do it for three days in a row, so that I can see you on the third day."
He came home on the 22nd of the New Year, and we haven’t seen him for a week.
Until now, Jiang Qingchi truly admired those long-distance couples.
If you ask him not to see you for half a year or a year, he will go crazy.
Mu Yanzhu patted his shoulder and said, "Okay, it's not a dream. I'm here to celebrate the New Year with you."
"By the way..."
Jiang Qingchi let go of her slightly.
"Don't you need to accompany grandma?"
"Grandma was picked up by my uncle today and went to his house to celebrate the New Year. I don't want to go to his house."
"Then your grandma won't be in danger, right?"
"No, Mu Ran is here, and the village secretary is going to visit my uncle's house. My uncle just pretended to take grandma over."
"So you're not in a hurry to go back, are you?"
"certainly!"
"Very good!"
Jiang Qingchi held Mu Yanzhu's waist, picked up his wife in front of Chun'er and San'er, pressed her against the opposite wall and kissed her.
He kissed her and she ducked down.
Jiang Qingchi's head also followed.
"Don't... your brothers and sisters are watching." Mu Yanzhu moved down another inch.
"so what?"
Jiang Qingchi moved down an inch and a half.
She moved down again.
Jiang Qingchi pursued him relentlessly.
Finally, they all squatted on the ground.
Can't you run away now
He held Mu Yanzhu's face with both hands and pressed it over.
Jiang Chunhe, who was standing behind him, said: "San'er, why don't we two leave?"
Jiang San'er hummed, turned around and left.
Without the two light bulbs in the way, Jiang Qingchi came even more unscrupulously.
I don’t know how much time passed, but I finally let go of Mu Yanzhu.
Seeing that her face was red from the cold, she felt sorry for her, "You can stay at my house tonight and share the same room with me!"
"Don't think that it's always the same thing! I'm staying in a hotel."
"I don't! You came all the way to see me, how can I let you stay in a hotel? Besides, there is no shortage of rooms in my house, so you will definitely sleep better than your grandma's house."
"no."
Mu Yanzhu understood his good intentions, but still refused.
"I haven't married you yet, but I'm living in your house. What do your parents think of me? This girl is so unreserved, and she's just jumping the gun? Don't you think so?"
"Then... last time I stayed at your house, your grandma didn't say anything."
"It's different. Last time you came to me to ask for peace, and boys and girls have different natures."
When a man lives in a woman's home, if he is teased as a son-in-law, that's fine.
But what about women
If you go to your husband's house without getting married, you will be said to be unruly, unrestrained, or even shameless.
Mu Yanzhu knew this, so he didn't want to embarrass himself, nor did he want to embarrass Jiang Qingchi.
"So, don't tell your parents that I'm here to come. Just think that I'm here for a trip and I'll just stay in the hotel. This little thing is nothing. You and I will be together for a long time."
There is ample time.
Jiang Qingchi liked these four words very much.
There was a smell of flowing water that made him feel at ease.
He took Mu Yanzhu's hand, placed it in his palm and rubbed it.
"Now, it's men who teach their women how to behave. How come I'm here and it's you who teaches me?"
"Who taught me differently? Let's not worry about this."
"Well, that's okay, then you teach me for the rest of your life, and I'll pamper you for the rest of your life."
After saying that, he turned over again...
The setting sun lengthened the shadows of the two people.
(End of chapter)