Song Feier gave Wu Zheng a hard push, then held his hand and said, "It's so disgusting, how can that kind of straw bag get into this girl's eyes."
"But you were very fascinated by it just now!" Wu Zheng said.
"That's why I thought of my mother. I remember that when Fei'er was young, I seemed to listen to my mother playing this song. By the way, Xianggong, your poems are so good, and playing the piano shouldn't bother you!"
Hearing Song Feier's words, Wu Zheng knew that Feier's father must have done something beautiful in the past. The talented man and the beautiful woman clearly loved each other to death, but your old husband beat the mandarin ducks and took the beautiful woman up the mountain to become your wife. No wonder Fei'er has a mother who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she hasn't learned anything, and now she is even struggling to read letters.
Seeing Feier's face is smiling, but there is an indelible sadness hidden in the smiling eyes, Wu Zheng knows that she must now also know why her mother was so indifferent to her back then.
So Wu Zheng smiled and said, "Playing the piano? I can't. But I can play the flute. Would you like to listen?"
"Okay! But where to find the flute now?"
Wu Zheng pointed to a bush of bamboo by the river and said, "Isn't that ready-made?"
When the two came to the bamboo, Wu Zheng picked a bamboo of the right size, and stretched out his hand and said to Seinfeld, "Get it!"
"What?" Seinfeld looked at Wu Zheng suspiciously.
Wu Zheng smiled and said, "Don't tell me you don't have a dagger on your body."
Seinfeld smiled slightly, kicked up with her heel, and a foot-long dagger was already out of its sheath and flew into the sky from behind and then fell into her hand.
When Wu Zheng saw it, he immediately stretched out his thumb and said: "The lady is so skillful, she is so cool when she draws a knife, teach me to chant!"
Seinfeld proudly handed the dagger into Wu Zheng's hands, and said with a smile: "Okay! Call me Master and I will teach you."
"Master, please be respected by the disciple..."
Seinfeld giggled and laughed, and when the two of them had enough trouble, Seinfeld said to Wu Zheng, who had cut the bamboo, "Miangong, I want to ask you something."
Wu Zheng said while cutting the bamboo, "What's the matter, tell me!"
"Sang Gong, is the poem you just read a curse?"
"Nonsense, Xianggong finally had an inspiration burst today. You actually said that I was cursing in a poem, so I won't read it to you anymore."
"Don't! Xianggong, although Feier doesn't understand poetry, he can still hear a little bit. At this point, Fei'er thinks that Xianggong's talent is not comparable to those who buy sex. They read it. His poems are either Fenghua or Xueyue. The sour little belly chicken intestines sounds like a high-end and high-end atmosphere that can be compared to my mate’s family and country feelings."
"Who told you this?"
"That girl Xianger!"
"Have I said anything like this to that girl?"
"Then I don't know, but you look at Young Master Qin and they seem to be scolded one by one to get off the boat."
Wu Zheng took a look at it, and it turned out that Qin Xiang and the others got on the boat, including Zhao Xiaochun and Wang Shibing's two straw bags, and sneaked down from the painting boat with their waists, leaving only one to be tall. Liu Dongqing and the Yan'er girl are still standing stupidly in the flower hall.
Wu Zheng sighed: "It seems that you are not the only one who has the feelings of family and country, but also Zhao Xiaochun and Wang Shibing."
Song Feier smiled slightly: "If the father-in-law said that Mr. Qin and them, Feier would not object. But when it comes to Mr. Zhao and Mr. Wang, Feier feels that they must be afraid that Mr. Qin will leave without paying the bills, and don't want to be the fool. "
Wu Zheng was taken aback for a moment, and then he thought about the virtues of Zhao Xiaosong and Wang Shibing, it seems that this is really possible.
While talking, a bamboo flute has been completed, and then a piece of bamboo was taken out and made into a flute membrane, put it on his mouth to test the tone, Wu Zheng nodded, it’s not bad, he hasn’t done it for many years. Unexpectedly, the craftsmanship is still there.
Then he took Song Feier and sat down on a rock by the river, and the song "Love for a Daughter" burst into the waves of the river under the moonlight with the sound of the melodious flute.
Wu Zheng held the flute in his hands and looked elegant and focused. Seeing Seinfeld's fascinated eyes, he was like a magnet full of magic, constantly attracting himself to want to snuggle against him.
Song Feier long ago heard people say that she has a poem and a poem in her belly. She has never understood what it means, only now... (End of this chapter)