Marry into a wealthy family if you don't pay well

"Am I not pure now?" Shen Zhuo fended off his "pillow attack" and said brazenly, "I have guarded myself like a jade for you for so many years, isn't it pure enough?"

Yan Shaoqian got goose bumps all over his body, put the pillow back again, and lay down with his back facing him, ready to continue sleeping.

Shen Zhuo came up from behind and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Yan Shaoqian didn't want to be hugged by him, but he didn't bother to hide. He closed his eyes and thought for a while: "To be honest, it's really unacceptable that you have changed so much."

"That was also taken by your brothers," Shen Jue said, resting his chin on his shoulder, "but I'm serious."

"What serious?"

"I really like you."

"..."

Yan Shaoqian was speechless for a while, thinking that it would be boring to confess to you every day, so he said casually, "Coincidentally, I am too."

"You are not sincere."

"...How do you want me to be sincere? I have done it for you, and the recycled rice has been cooked."

Shen Zhuo tactfully expressed his grievance: "I have been chasing you for ten years."

"So, from now on, I'll chase you back ten years?"

"That's not necessary," Shen Jue chuckled, "as long as you are more obedient and treat me better."

Yan Shaoqian: "I think I've been obedient enough recently. I haven't practiced light kung fu on the roof of your house, I haven't broken boulders in my chest, I haven't broken bricks with my bare hands, and I even quit smoking. I have hair."

He hasn't had a haircut in nearly a year, and it's past shoulder length.

Shen Jue pushed his hair aside: "I told you to cut it off for your convenience."

Yan Shaoqian ignored this: "And am I not good enough for you? Tell me, why am I not good enough for you?"

"You still hit me with a pillow just now."

"...?" Yan Shaoqian slowly put out a question mark, "Then you stabbed me with a murder weapon last night, why didn't you say it? I advise you to sleep."

Today is the weekend, there is really no need to get up too early, the two slept for a while, and did not wake up until after nine o'clock.

Shen Zhuo had already got up first, Yan Shaoqian lay down and played with his phone twice, then got up, touched the rubber band from the bedside to tie up his hair, and then went to wash.

After the hair grows, it will indeed cause a lot of troubles, such as being weighed down by the weight, sticking to the face when washing the face, falling into the soup when eating... it has to be tied up.

Hair is always found on the floor when cleaning the room.

But he still doesn't want to cut it at the moment, let's talk about it when he really gets tired of it.

After washing up, he went to the balcony to open the window for ventilation, when he heard Shen Zhuo calling himself to have breakfast.

The table and chopsticks have been set up in the restaurant, Yan Shaoqian smelled a tangy aroma as soon as he entered, he looked left and right: "Where's Auntie?"

Shen Zhuo is boiling milk: "I went out with my dad early in the morning, and said that I only came back at night, so maybe I have been to the world of two people."

Yan Shaoqian said that this old couple is quite interesting. He dug out a bottle of Laoganma from the refrigerator, spread the slices of bread on the plate, and began to smear hot sauce on it: "You don't want to persuade your dad. He stays at home with your mother when he has nothing to do, anyway, your Shen family has no descendants, and the family business can't go on, so it's better to let go of this right."

"He's also thinking about it, but for a while... what are you doing?" Shen Zhuo turned around, and was stunned when he saw the other party's actions, "What's the way to eat a sandwich with Laoganma?"

"A combination of Chinese and Western." Yan Shaoqian didn't think it was wrong at all, and put eggs, bacon and lettuce in it, and covered it with a piece of bread, "Laoganma is the delicacy in the world, do you want to try it?"

Looking at it, Shen Jue thought it was a dark dish, so he divided the boiled milk into two bowls equally: "I added sugar."

"Ah."

Shen Zhuo pushed Laoganma's bottle away, and picked up the salad dressing: "Isn't your cooking delicious? How come the taste of breakfast is so unique."

"It's unique, it's really delicious, okay? You, it's a mistake if you don't try it. It's a mistake." Yan Shaoqian took a bite of the "Old Ganma Sandwich", "Old Ganma Something that can not only be sandwiched, but also put in sushi, and fried rice, only you can’t think of it, and you can’t add it if you don’t.”

Shen Zhuo said that he could not accept it: "I choose salad dressing."

The two ate their own food, who could not convince the other, and after eating, he said that he would wash the dishes for a small amount of money, and Shen Zhuo answered the phone behind him: "Is it here? Then I'll go out and get it."

Yan Shaoqian asked casually, "Express delivery?"

"Not a courier."

Shen Zhuo didn't say what it was, and when he got it back, Yan Shaoqian realized it was a big thing.

He couldn't help being surprised: "This can't be...is it Qin?"

"You guessed it right." Shen Zhuo put the big thing - the piano box on the table, opened it, and there was a layer of piano pouch inside, and then opened the zipper to see the piano.

This is a very beautiful guqin, the whole body is brown and black, the surface of the piano is very bright, it looks like a good piano.

"You really got it for me?" Yan Shaoqian had just washed his hands, and couldn't help stroking the strings with his fingertips, "But what kind of strings are these modern pianos made of, or are they silk?" ?”

"There should be two kinds, silk strings and steel strings. I don't know much about them. Anyway, I have prepared two pairs of each type for you. You can try them and see which one is more suitable for you." Shen Jue used his knuckles Tap twice on the surface of the piano, "Give it to you."

Yan Shaoqian didn't refuse, and readily accepted, "Is there only the qin? Where's my suona?"

"...Don't dream, I won't allow you to blow that thing at home."

Yan Shaoqian suddenly felt dull, and couldn't help but said: "Life without the baptism of suona is incomplete."

Shen Zhuo nodded: "Then I'd rather not be complete."

There was nothing to do at home on weekends, so Yan Shaoqian simply started to study the violin - the violin was already well-stringed when it was brought, but it still needs to be adjusted.

Shen Jue rummaged through the piano box, found a card with "Tips on Maintenance", and handed it to the other party: "Take good care of it, and don't let me down."

Yan Shaoqian took it over and gave him a strange look: "What do you mean, do you think I can't take care of the piano?"

Shen Zhuo said frankly: "I express my doubts."

Yan Shaoqian had a toothache, but it seemed to make sense when he thought about it. After all, he didn't look like a "delicate boy" from any angle. In Mr. Shen's eyes, he might have been linked to the word "wild".

He was silent for a moment: "Actually, when I was young..."

"When I was young, I was also a gentle and polite son of a family who was proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. I know, you don't need to repeat it again," Shen Zhuo said, "But you joined Shenying Village later."

Yan Shaoqian: "..."

His lord disregarded the faults of villains, and decided not to argue with Shen Zhuo any more, and continued to adjust the piano.

Because it is a new piano, he adjusted it for a long time before he felt comfortable. Shen Jue said: "This piano should be able to be played with two kinds of strings, but the teacher of the piano shop said that the sound of silk strings is better. If you change the strings and feel uncomfortable By the way, I'll buy you another one with steel strings."

"...No need, Boss Shen, really no need," Yan Shaoqian said that as expected of you, such an expensive violin is like buying for fun, one is not enough and you need two, he stared at that violin for a long time, " Honestly, I've forgotten how to play it."

Shen Zhuo: "..."

"It should be like this?" Yan Shaoqian tried to dial a few tones, and gradually felt something.

Shen Zhuo asked softly: "What are you playing?"

"It seems to be... Feng Qiuhuang."

Yan Shaoqian hadn't touched the guqin for more than ten years, even if he played it seriously, he would make mistakes several times.

But anyway, Shen Zhuo hadn't heard this piece of music before, so he couldn't find out if he played it wrong.

There were only two of them in the family, one played the piano while the other listened, not to mention whether they played the piano well or not, the scene was very harmonious.

Shen Zhuo sat across from him and looked at him, feeling that when this man calmed down, there seemed to be some subtle changes in his temperament.

He seemed to follow the sound of the piano, and through the person in front of him, he saw the Xiang Lin who had never met before.

I have been loyal and dedicated all my life, but I ended up implicating the whole family.

Whether it was born in the emperor's family or with a tiger, it was too dangerous. Now he is even a little thankful that he died early, otherwise he would not be able to predict what the world would be like in a few decades.

Perhaps it would be easier to be a bandit. Their happiness is so simple. They only need a knife, a bowl of wine, and a bite of meat to make a fuss all night without rest.

The piano music seemed to be coming to an end, Shen Zhuo suddenly opened his mouth and said softly: "Lin Zhan."

Yan Shaoqian paused, and the smooth sound of the piano stopped abruptly. He frowned slightly: "Don't call me by that name, and I won't bother you."

"But don't you still talk about it?" Shen Zhuo smiled, and suddenly stood up and walked to the window, "Why does the master say that the money is too small, so he has to buy the right drink... Play a song and go to the bar."

Yan Shaoqian was taken aback: "How do you play?"

"You can play it however you want."

Yan Shaoqian shook his head, thinking that he really thinks highly of him, he must not only be able to play, but also compose music?

If he really has this level, why doesn't he become a great artist?

With this thought in his mind, he adjusted the strings again and began to improvise.

It is still difficult to play the guqin based on the memory of his childhood, and he can't remember the details clearly, so he will inevitably feel awkward when playing.

After he finished a song, he didn't know what it was about to drink, only then did he realize that Shen Zhuo had already stood behind him.

"What are you going to do?" Yan Shaoqian lightly pressed the trembling strings to quiet them down, "Are you waiting for an opportunity to attack?"

"I don't have that ability," Shen Jue put his arm around his shoulders, "How does it feel?"

"I don't feel anything, just my hand hurts." Yan Shaoqian looked at his red fingertips, "The string is too new, it's a bit rough."

"Then I'll blow it to you?" Shen Zhuo pretended to hold his hand, and blew gently, the warm and cool air flowed across his fingertips, and Yan Shaoqian only felt... a little bad.

Sure enough, Shen Zhuo got closer and closer, and finally got his fingertips in his mouth, and licked them with his tongue.

Yan Shaoqian: "..."

He knew that this guy had no good intentions.