That emperor wants to gay me

Hearing the sound, Jun Zifeng stopped in his tracks.The gentleman with his back to Zuo Anming raised his brows and raised the corners of his mouth, looking extraordinarily excited.

—You brat.

Turning back the same way, he even spoke in a lighter tone, "Xiao An'er, I've given you the flute, what else do you need?"

--Pack!Just the two of us, who do you pretend to be reserved for?air?

As everyone knows, Zuo Anming himself has forgotten about Yingli hiding in the background.

Pushing the jade flute in his hand forward, he blinked his big watery eyes and said: "Hurry up, teach me, teach me by hand, I'm too stupid. Don't waste your time, we will solve the battle quickly, so you should hurry up!" Go back and rest."

Jun Zifeng: "..." Are you ordering me?

Seeing the indifferent Jun Zifeng, Zuo Anming panicked, bumped Jun Zifeng with his elbow, and said, "Hurry up, don't dawdle."

Jun Zifeng didn't take the jade flute from Zuo Anming's hand in a daze, but said directly: "Benefits?"

Zuo Anming stared at Jun Zifeng and said, "Just tell me whether you will teach or not, and if you don't teach me, go to my brother or brother Liu Fuyi." After speaking, Zuo Anming took advantage of the situation and prepared to take a step forward.

Unexpectedly, before the movement was made, his arm was grabbed by Jun Zifeng, and his tone was a bit unkind, "I don't need to bother them with such a trivial matter, I can."

He took the flute from Zuo Anming's hand and put it at the corner of his mouth.

"Look carefully at my movements."

Zuo Anming nodded happily, and then quietly stood beside Jun Zifeng.

Soon, a cheerful voice was played by the gentleman's wind.

Listening to it, Zuo Anming couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "Fuck, this kind of broken thing can make such a nice sound when it blocks the small hole on the top."

After finishing the song, Jun Zifeng looked at Zuo Anming, who was still a little dazed, and said, "Come on, let me see if your movements are right."

Somewhat dull, he took the jade flute from Junzifeng's hand, put it to his mouth, and started to play like Junzifeng.

However, when he uttered the first syllable, Jun Zifeng was full of helplessness and even covered his ears.

Zuo Anming was not much better, he put down the jade flute in an instant, his face was a little embarrassed.

"Gentleman, are you lying to me? This thing..."

"Your posture is wrong." After finishing speaking, Jun Zifeng stepped forward to hold Zuo Anming's hand, and placed the flute by Zuo Anming's mouth again.

"If you want to do this, get closer, don't lean too far, or the breath you blow out won't get in."

Zuo Anming didn't know if he understood, anyway, he would do what Jun Zifeng said.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, Zuo Anming can be considered to have mastered some small skills, much better than the first time.

"Very good, you have mastered some important points, now you can play it to me." Jun Zifeng's voice rang in Zuo Anming's ear.

"Damn gay, don't get so close to me, I'm so annoying." Shrugging, Zuo Anming said helplessly.

Who knows how much tofu that dead gay Jun Zifeng ate just now in order to learn this broken flute.

For example, at the beginning, one of his holes was not in the right place, and Jun Zifeng stood behind him, holding his hands, and laying his head on his side face, teaching Zuo Anming word by word.

Zuo Anming's heart was abnormally repulsive, but when he thought of the contest three days later, Zuo Anming was afraid.

——Lao Tzu’s famous name has been ruined today!

Zuo Anming forcibly resisted the urge to blow the head of a gentleman, and he studied hard. Although he didn't study very well, he was still a half-baked.

It was the first time to have such a result, even Jun Zifeng was surprised.

——Little guy, listen to the smart ones.

Jun Zifeng also silently encouraged Zuo Anming in his heart.

Pulling the distance between the two, Zuo Anming was facing Jun Zifeng, looking at Jun Zifeng nervously, "I... I'm starting." Although there was such a long time of practice just now, there is no Jun Zifeng by his side now , I feel as if there is no reassurance in my heart, I am so nervous that I will die.

——Damn it, what a fart you are, I didn't see you dancing so well when I was in the high school entrance examination, isn't it just playing a broken flute now?What are you doing?

Jun Zifeng smiled slightly, "Okay, you can start when you're ready. Ann, don't be nervous, I'm always here."

——It’s so disgusting, it’s like saying I’m going to die with you.

With an angry look at Jun Zifeng, Zuo Anming put the flute at the corner of his mouth, pressed a few fingers on the small hole, and then inhaled and exhaled.

What accompanied it was not the sound that made people want to frown and cover their ears to escape, but a note that made people feel very calm and serene, and could calm down and listen carefully.

Even Yingli, who was hiding in the dark, was stunned for a moment.

——Is this... is this learning ability so strong?

As the rhythm got closer and closer to the climax, a trace of worry appeared on Jun Zifeng's face.

This piece requires a huge lung capacity, and the process of ventilation is the most important. If the ventilation is not smooth, even if you did the best before, you will get stuck in this place.

All efforts were in vain.

The rhythm is getting closer and closer to the center of the song, and the worry on Jun Zifeng's face is getting heavier and heavier.

—Ann, you can do it!

Sure enough, the problem Jun Zifeng worried about happened.

However, there was no anger on his face, but an encouraging smile: "An'er, you are amazing!"

Zuo Anming walked up to Jun Zifeng, with a guilty expression on his face, "I'm sorry... for disappointing you."

Jun Zifeng looked at Zuo Anming's unhappy face, stepped forward and rubbed his head, and continued to comfort him: "Little fool, you are already very good, this is the first time you have touched this thing after losing your memory. It’s great to be able to do something like this.”

"Junzifeng, I know the time is more urgent this time, but I, Zuo Anming, will definitely not admit defeat, I will definitely win."

After finishing speaking, Zuo Anming ignored Jun Zifeng, walked to the side by himself, and continued to practice.

——An'er, if possible, I would like to stand for you. I only hope that in your last years, you will be as innocent, unrestrained, and fearless as you are now.

Zuo Anming didn't know how long he practiced, even if he stood there motionless, his legs were so numb that he flew up, he never gave up.

Jun Zifeng stepped forward and forcibly snatched the flute from Zuo Anming's hand, his whole body was covered by a thick layer of cold light, his eyes were sharp: "An'er, that's enough, let's practice tomorrow."

Like going crazy, Zuo Anming snatched the flute back from Jun Zifeng's hands again, and put the flute in his arms like a calf, "I'll practice again."

I finally found a trick, and if I don’t practice again, as long as I have a good memory, it will be good if I can remember it when I wake up tomorrow morning!