Quick Transmigration Sister Doesn't Play Raiders

Chapter 53
Zhi'an gradually calmed down, and led Qingming's hand down the attic.

Why? Because she was hungry.

After tossing all night and not eating breakfast, of course I will be hungry.

"Miss, I have a gift for you too~"

Are you moved?
Qingming smiled softly at this time, Zhian turned his head, his eyes were full of him.

"what?"

Qingming Tsundere turned her head, "I'll give it to you only after obediently eating all the food I cooked."

Of course Zhi'an agreed, but he secretly thought in his heart: Could it be too unpalatable? Was my promise a bit hasty?
The answer is of course it’s delicious~
Zhi'an looked at the delicious food on the table, quickly picked up the chopsticks, picked up a small piece and chewed it carefully in his mouth.

"Mmm~ It's delicious, husband, you are so good~"

Qingming coughed, 'modestly' lowered his head, covering the thin red mist on his face.

Oh, why is my face always hot?
Qingming doesn't understand, but it feels wonderful.

Zhi'an ate all the meals as he wished, but of course he supported himself.

"I'm so full..."

Before he finished praising him, Zhi'an let out a long and full belch.

Image: "..."

"Well, it's all your fault~"

Qingming: "Okay, I'll take you to see the presents."

Zhi'an pursed his lips, and walked away with him in a grievance.

Qingming placed the gift in Mo Pavilion.

It was a guqin full of meaning.

A flash of joy flashed in Zhi'an's eyes, and then quickly disappeared.

"That's it..." Zhi'an pointed to the guqin, "Well~ it looks great~"

Qingming's nervousness was instantly halved, "It's called Zuishin... Now, I'm giving it to you."

Expressing affection with the piano is a good meaning.

"Well, then I'll be reluctant to accept it."

Having said that, the joy in Zhi'an's eyes didn't diminish.

She loves poetry and books, but she loves Guqin even more, especially the rare Meiqin.

The guqin has seven strings, and the seven strings are silver and white. It seems to be waiting for someone to fiddle with it. The body of the piano is simple and exudes the unique flavor of huanghuali. , a light-colored jade pendant hangs from the tail of the piano, and the jade pendant is decorated with a dragon, giving it a bit of nobility for no reason.

When you fiddle with it lightly, the rhyme is very crisp, like an oriole in the empty valley.

very precious.

Zhi'an made a definition in his heart.

Only those who know the qin can understand it. This qin is not only beautiful in appearance, but also has a clear sound and profound meaning.

"Husband, is this a gift from your mother?"

Zhi'an leaned over and plucked the strings, said calmly.

"Um……"

Zhi'an was surprised: "This gift is very expensive, I cannot accept it."

She is busy waving.I can't even take advantage of my husband, right?
"It's okay, mother will like you very much."

Qingming didn't mind at all, pushed Zhi'an on the chair, grabbed her hand, and fiddled with her slowly.

Qingming's mother loved music since she was a child. In her life, she only loved two things, one is the piano, and the other is beauties, especially beauties who know how to play the piano.

It's that melodious and crisp melody again. In the past, there was no Zhi'an in the piano sound, but now, there is another her in the piano sound.

(Qingming liked Zhi'an from the beginning, but didn't integrate her into the piano)

"I haven't practiced for a long time, you are a little handy~"

"What, I only practiced for three months at that time, how can I compare with you..."

"Oh? So you need to practice for a few more months?"

Zhi An squinted at him: "You used to not talk back."

Qingming laughed intoxicatingly, and hugged Zhi'an into her arms: "Now, don't you just talk back?"

Saying that, Qingming pecked Zhi'an's red lips.

Zhi'an was not angry, but looked at Qingming and smiled, even if thousands of words were spoken, they all melted into those bright starry eyes...

Just looking up at the sky, the sun and the moon, the silence and silence; the green mountains and long rivers, stretching from generation to generation; just like in my heart, you have never left, and you have never changed.

　…………The following is the message from Wanzi…………

　　emm didn’t write it, so I omitted a lot, I’ll just read it, okay, if you see this, give a ticket~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)