This zombie looks different

It's not easy, he was aroused curiosity.

Mo Ansen did not stay on the fifth floor, but continued to go to the sixth floor.

Zhong Qiuchen was dumbfounded, and had no choice but to follow up as he became more and more confused.

Mo Ansen didn't bring him to pick a house, so why did he bring him here?

Before Zhong Qiuchen could finish his doubts, Mo Ansen, who had gone up to the sixth floor, had already stopped, standing at the entrance and waiting for him.

Zhong Qiuchen quickened his pace and went up to the entrance in two steps.

Standing still in front of Mo Ansen, before Zhong Qiuchen could ask what Mo Ansen brought him here, his attention was attracted by the things behind Mo Ansen.

It was a piano, a snow-white piano.

The sixth floor is not a residence, but a loft in the sky that has been transformed into a landscape garden.

The glass dome roof, the wall and the potted succulents full of large clusters of flowers, the vines that climbed half of the attic after being uncontrolled, the whole attic is full of greenery and has a bit of a strange beauty, which makes people feel It's like a dream.

Under the large clusters of flowers, succulents and vines, the snow-white piano is particularly obvious, making Zhong Qiuchen hold his breath.

Zhong Qiuchen glanced at Mo Ansen beside him. Mo Ansen had no intention of explaining, but just looked at him quietly.

Zhong Qiuchen walked towards the piano, and as soon as he got close, he saw countless music scores on the bookshelf next to it. The bookshelf and music scores were obviously newly moved, and so was the piano.

Zhong Qiuchen lightly touched the piano with his fingers, and the keys hummed softly.

"He Yin said, you want the sheet music." Mo Ansen said, "I brought all the sheet music from the city and found the piano."

After a pause, Mo Ansen added sullenly, "But I don't know how to tune."

After finding the score, but unable to give Zhong Qiuchen a well-tuned piano, this is a fly in the ointment for Mo Ansen.

He tried to study the structure of the piano, tried to understand those notes, but he, a master blacksmith, obviously couldn't do such delicate work, he couldn't even find where those notes were.

"I originally wanted to bring you here after everything was done," Mo Ansen said.

Listening quietly to Mo Ansen's words, Zhong Qiuchen pressed the keys twice with his slender fingers. Hearing the familiar yet unfamiliar voice, the corners of his mouth could not help but his eyes began to burn.

Zhong Qiuchen looked up at Mo Ansen, when did Mo Ansen do this?

During this time, Mo Ansen was with him almost all the time, and he didn't even notice that Mo Ansen was gone.

"Why, it can't be used?" Mo Ansen frowned and stepped forward.

In graduate school he was only allowed to learn to read and write, music was out of his reach, so he really didn't understand it.

He's tried to work hard, but he's really not gifted at it.

"No, very good." Zhong Qiuchen took a deep breath, and he hurriedly lowered his head to look at the piano keys in front of him, otherwise he was afraid that Mo Ansen would see his distressed appearance.

"Then you—" Mo Ansen asked before he could finish, and Zhong Qiuchen leaned his head over, resting his forehead on his shoulder.

Mo Ansen lowered his head slightly, looking at Zhong Qiuchen's face.

Zhong Qiuchen raised his hand to hold Mo Ansen's waist, and buried his head in Mo Ansen's neck, trying to hide his face, Mo Ansen would not allow him to look at it.

Mo Ansen's body tensed slightly, and then slowly relaxed, and he hugged Zhong Qiuchen back.

In the dark, he quietly felt Zhong Qiuchen's breath and smelled the breath of Zhong Qiuchen's body.

"I'll dig the fish pond." Mo Ansen said abruptly.

Zhong Qiuchen, whose eyes were already wet, froze for a moment, why did Mo Ansen think of this at this time?

"I can raise chickens too." Mo Ansen said, even though Zhong Qiuchen didn't need it anymore.

Zhong Qiuchen sniffed and raised his head slightly, Mo Ansen was too good at spoiling the atmosphere.

"You are not allowed to call me stingy again." Mo Ansen's eyes were gloomy, and there was a bit of grievance in his cold tone. Zhong Qiuchen never said that flying a snake was not good.

Zhong Qiuchen burst into laughter in an instant, and Mo Ansen held a grudge.

Zhong Qiuchen said in a low voice: "You are stingy..."

After finishing speaking, when Zhong Qiuchen looked up again, Mo Ansen had already gritted his teeth, and his eyes were full of viciousness that wanted to pounce on him and bite him.

Facing Mo Ansen's fierce but completely helpless eyes in the darkness, Zhong Qiuchen's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, and his whole body seemed to be immersed in a scalding sea.

He struggled to calm down, but he sank faster, his whole body was swallowed up, and only Mo Ansen's face was left in his buzzing mind.

Zhong Qiuchen's Adam's apple slipped, he looked at Mo Ansen's lips, and said word by word: "Stingy—"

Before Zhong Qiuchen finished speaking, Mo Ansen kissed her.