The boss of the apocalypse dressed up as a wealthy kid to fuck

For a moment, Song Sha felt a fierce flash in Zhang Qi's eyes.

But it was fleeting, and Song Sha didn't know if it was her illusion.

The woman in front of her was indeed somewhat similar to the Zhang Qi she knew.

So is there any connection between the woman in front of her and the Zhang Qi she knew?

Still need to test a few things.

There are no cameras right now, so I can only rely on Song Sha to compile what I want to say to the woman.

"The director told me that the village chief has a beautiful daughter." Song Sha said.

Zhang Qi was a little embarrassed: "So you are that star. I heard what my father said, and you even helped them pick oranges."

Song Sha: "Experience life."

Zhang Qi saw her fingering the guqin and wiping her hand on her apron: "Celebrity sister, do you like this guqin?"

Song Sha didn't say she liked it, nor did she say she didn't like it. She just smiled and said, "I think it's very unique. I'm afraid it's rare to see a guqin of this color. I was lucky enough to see one with a similar color to it before."

When she said this, Song Sha kept paying attention to Zhang Qi's expression, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Was it really his illusion just now?

Song Sha prefers to position this matter as a fact than to speculate.

Because don't guess, one negligence may lead to death in the burial ground.

Although this is not the end of the world, this fierceness engraved in her bones is already a part of Song Sha.

In her heart, the Zhang Qi in front of her was extraordinary, just like the so-called eldest brother Gu Lishi in Gu Shangyu's mouth.

He looked so much like that person, even the tone of his voice was similar.

This is why Song Sha refused to participate in the variety show "Real Murderer" and agreed to Gu Shangyu to participate in "Life in Hometown".

"Really!" Zhang Qi's eyes widened in surprise. His eyes were filled with clear ignorance and the innocence of a little girl in the village. "This piano was made by my grandma. I don't know why it has never been sold. They don’t even dare to bid.”

"Then how much did that piano sell for last time you saw it?" Zhang Qi stared at Song Sha with anticipation on his face.

Song Sha: "I don't know either."

Zhang Qi looked disappointed: "What a pity. I thought I could know the approximate price."

Song Sha: "Why don't you keep it for yourself? You should be able to play the piano, right?"

When Song Sha said this, she looked at Zhang Qi.

Still no trace of any clues.

Zhang Qi shook his head, "I can't play the piano."

"Even though we are in the music business," said Aunt Mei next to her, "Actually, we can only understand. As for playing, the tuition is too expensive, and there are no teachers in our small rural area who can teach this kind of thing."

"I have to study, and I have to take a bus to the city every day to study. I can't even pay the fare for the return trip, let alone the tuition."

Song Sha glanced at Zhang Qi's fingers. There were indeed calluses on them, but they were not from playing the piano.

Since everything was said to this point, Song Sha also got straight to the point: "Then how many ideas do you have for this piano?"

Aunt Mei asked tentatively: "Xiao Song, what do you think?"

"I think." Song Sha said, "About [-]."

Aunt Mei was shocked: "Ten... one hundred and fifty thousand!"

"This...I'm afraid this is inappropriate. Although this piano is quite rare, the carvings are very fine, and the wood is first-rate, but...it's not worth [-]."

Aunt Mei swallowed her saliva and was frightened by the one hundred thousand words in Song Sha's mouth. She really came from the city and had seen big scenes. She opened her mouth and said one hundred thousand.

Zhang Qi also blinked and was skeptical: "Will anyone buy it at such a high price? And who would pay [-] for a guqin that has been stored for such a long time? If [-] can be customized by a top-notch master, right? .”

Aunt Mei: "Xiao Song, don't tease me, an old woman. If you tell the truth, we can be mentally prepared."

Song Sha was calm, "One hundred and fifty thousand is not much."

Because in the last days, someone offered [-] yuan to buy this blood-soaking piano, but Zhang Qi didn't sell it.

Song Sha made compromises in her heart, because it had not been used, was not stained with blood, and had not been played by Zhang Qi day and night, so it should be worth a novice's price of [-].

After hearing this, Aunt Mei was shocked at first, and then sighed: "If the price is so high, someone has to buy it, so it is worth [-] yuan. It is not empty talk to say that it is worth [-] yuan and no one will buy it."

Song Sha: "I'll buy it."

Aunt Mei and Zhang Qi looked at each other.

The old village chief couldn't stand listening anymore, "Xiao Song, this is no joke. It's not easy for you young people to make money. You even help us sell oranges and pick them. I know you celebrities are rich, but pity us poor rural people." You are a human being, but our family is not pitiful enough to ask you to give alms."

"No, we can't sell you this piano."

"It's just nonsense. No matter how expensive the piano is, it's less than [-] yuan."

The old village chief's tone sounded stern and his expression was very uncomfortable, but Song Sha laughed.

This was a rare kindness she received. It was not false, but genuine.

She also knew what the old village chief was thinking, thinking that she was pitying them and giving them alms with the help of Qin.

A normal family with integrity and integrity may not be able to accept this kind of charity.

But Song Sha wasn't giving it away, she really wanted to buy it.

"You misunderstood." Song Sha lowered her eyes and looked at the piano in the box: "I really want to buy this piano. I feel like I am destined to it."

"But I don't have that much with me now. I may have to wait until I go back to give it to you."

The old village chief half believed her words: "Do you really like it?"

Song Sha hummed.

"Then take it if you like it. I won't take the piano from you." The old village chief said, "No one in our family can play the piano, and after asking so many people, no one gave a price. How can it be as high as the [-] you mentioned?" , it’s obviously worthless.”

"Take it, take it, and treat it as your reward for picking oranges for the village."

Aunt Mei was hesitant at first, but when she heard the village chief's words, she said, "Yes, yes, yes, don't lie to us here. Although we are rural people, we know everything."

Just like that, when Song Sha was pushed out of the house, there was a guqin in her arms.

Aunt Mei waved to her, "Now that you have been found, we agreed to what we just discussed. I will ask someone to transport the piano to the village later. You should go back quickly. We have to eat."

When Sheng Jiang saw Song Sha coming out, holding a long box in her hand, she couldn't help but be curious: "Sister Sha, what is this?"

Song Sha looked at the door of the piano store with complicated eyes, a faint smile on her lips, and an indescribable feeling of suffocation in her cold heart.

But she didn't reject it, on the contrary, she felt warm.

Song Sha looked away, her light and smiling eyes turned around Sheng Jiang, answering the question he just asked.

"This is used to sacrifice the souls of the dead."

She handed it to Sheng Jiang, "Do you want to see it?"

Sheng Jiang was instantly frightened and ran away.

"Rongrong, Yeye, save me!"