Love Apartment: South Wind Passage

Nanfeng really didn't expect that one day he would change from the one who had his head touched to the one whose head was touched. It was really a turn of events.

He raised his head slightly and met Yu Mo's eyes as deep as the night sky. The pride and joy in her eyes seemed to say: You, too, have this day.

Wasn't it because I messed up your hair? Is it necessary to hold such a grudge?

Isn't she planning to get back all the accounts for those six days?

Nanfeng, who was thinking rapidly in his heart, felt that his mind was getting more and more dizzy, and he asked subconsciously.

"Did you... just wash your hands?"

Yu Mo was touching the hand on top of Nanfeng's head and paused.

Nan Feng sighed helplessly: "You should know that plastic gloves cannot completely block oil secretions. You ate the fried chicken and Family Bucket just now. Even if you wear plastic gloves, your hands will be full of oil."

Yu Mo: "..."

She defended angrily: "I just wiped my hands."

As soon as Yu Mo finished speaking, Nan Feng sighed even louder: "Aren't you a beauty consultant? Why don't you know this?

"If paper towels could completely remove grease, then at least one-third of the cosmetics on the market would have to be cut off."

Yu Mo took back his hand expressionlessly.

Nan Feng hurriedly fixed his messy hairstyle.

"Didn't you wash your hands yourself?" She pointed at Nanfeng's hand and said unconvinced.

Nan Feng nodded: "Yes, because I just used a knife and fork to eat."

As he spoke, he picked up the only knife and fork on the table and gestured to Yu Mo.

The reflection of the knife and fork reflected Yumo's black face.

"Yeah, and I was sick last night and didn't wash my hair... I don't know whether it's your hands that are dirty or my head that's dirty."

"That's enough, you're being cruel!" Yu Mo stretched out his thumb, "Where is the bathroom? Why don't I go wash my hands first?"

Nan Feng pointed in the direction, looking at Yu Mo's collapsed figure and escaping, he leaned back on the chair and smiled proudly and silently.

This is why I call you Sister Yumo.

If you want to take advantage of me, I'm afraid you will have to practice for a few more years.

But soon, he looked at the bones and bamboo sticks on the table and sighed.

A bunch of bastards actually ran faster than me. I obviously wanted to run away and become the boss.

In this case, if you eat these boney things from now on, just take them to their suite.

…

Yu Mo, who had washed his hands three or four times, threw away the washcloth he used to wipe his hands, and looked at the Pipa hanging directly behind him following the reflection of the mirror.

Unlike Wan Yu, who has a certain degree of research on art and music, she naturally can't see Nanfeng's ingenious idea of ​​using four types of musical instruments to divide the suite area, but this does not prevent her from being interested in the various exquisite things in the suite. The instrument sings with heartfelt admiration.

Yu Mo took the pipa off the hook behind him, felt the slightly heavy feel, and tried to pluck the strings.

Then the clear sound of a pipa suddenly sounded in the apartment that was so quiet that it was almost deathly silent.

After confirming that these musical instruments should be real ones that could make sounds, rather than being placed on the wall just to look good, she called out to Nanfeng in the living room.

"Nan Feng, can you use so many musical instruments?"

Nanfeng replied with a strong nasal voice: "I know a few musical instruments that can be put out for decoration, but some of them are probably rusty since they haven't been touched for a long time."

"Then you are really amazing." As a musical idiot, Yu Mo praised sincerely.

"It's nothing special. As long as you are proficient in one instrument, it is easy to understand the music theory and playing techniques of other instruments."

Nanfeng really didn't think it was difficult to learn these things, or in other words, with his almost inhuman talent in voice, it was difficult to learn these instruments.

And if you just simply learn how to play an instrument, then you are hardly even an introduction to real instrument playing. This is at best the lowest level of popular science for young children.

From beginner to proficient, from proficient to master, even a talented player like Nanfeng has to go through more than ten years of hard training, put in unimaginable sweat for normal people, and experience hardships that are unimaginable for normal people. I can touch this threshold.

After all, anyone who can work hard in this direction is not a genius among geniuses.

At this moment, this talented player, who is even more talented than the genius among geniuses, is clumsily cleaning the garbage on the dining table with his hands, which have played countless heavenly sounds, wearing bulky cloth gloves and holding a rag.

Yu Mo returned the pipa in her hand to its original place and glanced at the various musical instruments hanging on the wall until her eyes suddenly froze on a guitar on the wall.

Compared to other instruments that have been carefully maintained, the appearance of this guitar is a bit too tragic. All the strings had been broken irregularly, and the fingerboard had been bent to a weird arc, as if someone was holding the headstock, picking up the guitar and hitting something.

There are more than a dozen sharp scratches on the side panels of the guitar body and the bottom of the pickguard, as well as several large patches of paint peeling off. The lower nut used to secure the strings outside the pickguard has also fallen off, and there is a hole about the size of a bottle near the sound hole. size depression.

"Do you still keep this guitar?" Yu Mo looked at the badly damaged guitar on the wall, as if looking back at his own dark history.

Nan Feng was still cleaning up the garbage. He knew which guitar Yu Mo was talking about without even raising his head: "I think this guitar is quite meaningful, so I keep it. Even if it can't be used, it's good to hang at home." .”

"What's the point?" Yu Mo's eyes lit up like candles in the dark night.

"To celebrate my luck, my right hand did not suffer the same fate as my left hand when it was hit by a wine bottle that flew out of nowhere.

"And maybe when a thief breaks into the apartment, the guitar will be able to play its role of hitting people again. In this way, letting it die is considered to be its full use."

The cold wind blowing from the south instantly blew out the candlelight in Yu Mo's eyes.

For such an old man, why can't I hear a single kind word from his mouth?

Simply vile!

"It's so ugly." Yu Mo muttered, looking at the extremely ugly guitar in front of him. "This guitar is ugly to begin with, and it's even more ugly now that it's broken like this."

"No matter how ugly it is, it's not as ugly as someone who tore up a scumbag that night and then drank and cried." Nanfeng added, "Guess why you are so beautiful and still lovelorn? At that time, no man came to the bar to talk to you. ?”

"Because they all know you?"

"Because you cried and your makeup was all gone."

"Nan Feng!" Yu Mo was furious. Now she didn't care about the guitar or not and rushed directly to the kitchen.

At this time, Nanfeng was admiring the fruits of his labor with his hands on his hips.

"Cough, cough, cough...how do you feel about my wiping?"

Nan Feng was originally just feeling sleepy, had a sore throat and a stuffy nose, but he immediately started coughing after the cleaning rag was stained with water.

He pointed to the shiny dining table: "How's it going? Is it clean? There's no garbage at all."

Yu Mo looked at the marks on the table: "Have you never wiped the table before?"

Nanfeng was very calm: "This is the first time."

"What about your normal life?"

"Ahem...I usually eat sandwiches, and the tabletop is always clean.

"Even if I occasionally eat something with thorns or bones, I will spit it in the trash can at my feet. This time it's because everyone is sitting together to eat, and I can't let them do things according to my rules just to accommodate me. .”

Nan Feng raised his head proudly like a child: "Although my ability to do housework is basically zero, my ability to live alone is very strong."

Yu Mo looked at Nanfeng in surprise, as if looking at a child who didn't understand anything: "Then what should you do with washing dishes, folding clothes, sweeping and mopping the floor?"

Nan Feng also looked at Yu Mo with a surprised look on his face, as if looking at a backward antique: "Miss Qin, it's the 21st century now.

“There are dishwashers for washing dishes, cough cough cough… there are washing machines for washing clothes, automatic folding machines for folding clothes, and sweeping robots for sweeping and mopping the floors.

"This is called technology changing life, ahem..."

Yu Mo sneered: "Then does your technology tell you how to clean such a greasy table?"

"Yes, you need to wipe it with a rag with detergent first to ensure that the oil stains can be taken away. Then wipe it with a rag soaked in water to remove the traces of detergent, and finally use a dry rag to wipe away the water stains. "

Nanfeng looked at the stunned Yu Mo and laughed loudly: "Ahem...you are stupid, cough cough...

"I know Baidu!"

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