[鷇梦] Once upon a time there was a mountain

Chapter Seven

The sound of Wu Mengsheng's piano can't be heard very far, but almost everyone in the whole street was attracted, three floors inside and three floors outside. The musical instrument stand was packed with water.

Although Wu Mengsheng, who played casually in the middle of the crowd, is still a child, it obviously does not prevent his fingers from flexibly positioning the strings and playing the strings with no more than no less.

Appropriately and perfectly expressing every sound of the song played under his fingers is all that Wumengsheng cares about now.

As for the Yinzi, it doesn't matter whether it is round or flat.

The audience, watching with bated breath, was silent, and even the cats on the roof tiles and the dogs playing under the house shook their ears and listened carefully.

At the end of the song, Wu Mengsheng exhaled freely, looked up, and saw someone in the crowd was looking at him with a dark face, which was particularly abrupt among the bewildered expressions——

"It's time to go back."

A group of people were frozen as if they were just awakened by the cold tone of Yinzi's half-ordered voice. Da Xia Tian had a cold war for no reason, but after a moment of embarrassment, they all belatedly praised Wu Mengsheng's piano skills Come.

Naturally, Wu Mengsheng didn't know what Yinzi was angry about, he just looked down at the strings under his palm, as if he hadn't heard the sound of praise, he was in a trance for a while, some strange thoughts were faintly haunting in his heart, and he remembered that he had been with himself on weekdays. Tian Jue, who was playing tricks, raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

There is a lesson learned just now from learning how Tian Jue pretended to be pitiful to deal with Yinzi. At this time, after all, Wu Mengsheng, who was at a disadvantage in height, looked up and smiled innocently at Yinzi from the angle of looking up.

Two pear dimples appeared on the baby's fat face, which was as clean and pure as a porcelain doll carved with jade, and the pair of dark red eyes became bigger after Wumengsheng became smaller, watery and crystal clear. Pomegranate seeds in water.

"Shall we buy a piano?"

The soft and waxy voice sounded like it was mixed with honey, it was sweet, and it was said that children have the talent to be lovable, which is not bad.

It stands to reason that even if he is as indifferent as Chi Yinzi, he should be moved at this moment, but he never thought that Chi Yinzi not only showed nothing, but also came here with a livid face to catch people.

Wu Mengsheng cleverly sprinted aside with his light paulownia qin in his arms, hid behind a pillar and exposed his head, playfully making faces at Yinzi, amusing the melon-eating crowd around him.

The owner of the store happily looked at Wu Mengsheng who jumped behind him again, so he reached out and patted his head.

"Oh, don't chase after the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest is very skilled at playing the piano. I gave him this piano to make the child happy."

The unknown crowd next to him also spoke for Wu Mengsheng, and the scene was a little chaotic for a while, mixed with worry about Wu Mengsheng bouncing around holding the piano, for fear that he would bump into it accidentally.

But if Yinzi is a person who will give up his goal because of scruples about what others say, then he is not Yinzi.

"No." Yinzi refused straight away, and then said to Wu Mengsheng indifferently, "Wu Mengsheng, put the piano back."

Wu Mengsheng tugged at the owner's sleeve, showing half of his head, seeing that Yinzi's face was still covered with dark clouds, he didn't know if he was annoyed by the farce at this time or something else, anyway, he was in a bad mood.

Feeling sorry for him, Wu Mengsheng stroked the strings with his fingers, and then calculated in his heart——

First of all, the sound of this violin is not bad.

Secondly, Quanyin Feiyuqin was taken away by Yinzi, and I don't know where he is now. This piano can be used to temporarily replace some time.

Secondly, it can make Yinzi spend money, and he feels very comfortable just thinking about it.

Concentrating on it, Wu Mengsheng held back his small mouth pitifully, lowered his eyes, looked full of aggrieved looks, held the Qin tighter with his small hand, and moved his lips in a murmur.

"Daddy—"

Although he couldn't see it, Wu Mengsheng was sure that Yinzi's face at the moment must be very exciting, because Yinzi hadn't waited for everyone to get out of the logic of "a person who cultivates the Tao actually has a son", and he immediately connected Wumengsheng. He took the piano and copied it under his arm, then slipped a piece of silver into the shocked shopkeeper's hand, turned his head and left.

Although it was a slow step, but with the addition of magic skills, one step was more than ten feet away, and disappeared from everyone's eyes in an unworthy moment.

Yinzi frowned, and when he looked down, he saw the little kid with a satisfied smile of a successful prank on his face, holding Xinqin with a smile on his eyes and brows, full of childishness——

It's not at all like the serious and calm Wumengsheng before.

"There is no dream."

"Ok?"

"Gui Geng this year?"

"Well, guess what?"

"...Eighteen?"

"Hmm—" With a turning voice of negation, Wu Mengsheng unexpectedly giggled, and continued in a childish voice, "Three and a half years old."

"Oh." Yinzi replied casually without changing his face and heartbeat, and then there was a loud noise in his head——

In just half a day since eating the semi-finished product, Wumengsheng's mind or memory has degenerated from an adult state to a three and a half year old child!

What kind of thing is he practicing? Yinzi really has no idea at this moment, he only secretly recalls the formula of the pill, and blindly investigates the possible source of the problem.

Just when Yinzi was upset, he suddenly felt a needle-like gaze staring at him behind him.He turned his head suddenly, the vegetation moved slightly, and the shadows of the trees whirled, but there was no one behind him, only the chirping of cicadas added a little dryness.

But this inexplicable premonition for no reason made Yinzi's heart beat faster at this moment, his hairs started to stand up, and he couldn't help but wanted to run away.

Yinzi held the handle of the dust whisk in his hand, looked around with a little nervousness, and after confirming that there was no other "person" around, he hugged Wumengsheng, who had been under his arm all the time, into his arms.

Xiao Wumeng fluttered his foul-grown eyelashes, his dark red eyes clearly reflected the shadow of Yinzi, then he tilted his head, and smiled at Yinzi, his smiling eyes narrowed into two crescent moons, pink Dudu's little hand patted the paulownia qin that he had been hugging tightly, like a well-behaved child hugging and petting his beloved pet, with joy and satisfaction on his face.

"Thank you bro!"

And that's not the end.

After Wu Mengsheng finished speaking, he hugged Feng Yinzi's neck, and rubbed his face affectionately.

Never before had such a close distance with outsiders, Yinzi shook his hand, almost throwing the fragrant and soft ball in his arms.

Yinzi froze in place, and instantly had the illusion of heaven and earth falling apart.