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The barrage was buzzing, and there was a steady stream of new audiences, and even new media and marketing accounts secretly entered the auditorium with large and small accounts.

Juan Er completely ignored the bullet screens that exposed their relationship, and was very ruthless, "Everyone, don't brush irrelevant topics, and refuse to answer privacy questions. The housekeeper can help manage order, and if you brush too much, you can get a silence package. gone."

He had already figured out how the barrage would be full of grief, but he didn't expect that when he looked around, everyone said, "Okay, okay, listen to you", "Jujuan is shy, everyone stop asking [shut up]' In this kind of barrage, there are only a very small number of people who seem to be thorny at the first glance.

However, after being cleared by the management and giving a friendly gift of a silence package, no one commented anymore.

Juan Er was very satisfied, "Today we will help Jiang Yun tidy up the room together, and I will sleep here after tidying up."

As he said that, he slowly opened up his future bedroom, and then held the phone to record every angle in 360 degrees - Juan Er thought about it yesterday, I can't be the only one who gets hurt.

[Fuck...?This is Jiang Yun's room?Utility room? 】

[It's so dirty and messy, let Juan Er sleep here, Jiang Yun is going too far. 】

【etc?Didn't you have a room to sleep in yesterday?Could it be that Juan Er is sleeping in Mr. Jiang's room 23333]

[The previous self-respect, Juan Juan said that everyone should not talk about irrelevant topics for the time being. 】

[This is dirtier than my pigsty, really, believe me. 】

"It's a big project."

Juan Er sighed, "I don't know if I can finish it today. Huh? The next broadcast time? Just before going to bed. I want to clean up here as soon as possible."

Jiang Yun has already packed out all the cleaning tools. Brooms, dustpans and mops are essential supplies. Others include rags, steel wool, small shovels for scraping the floor, short and extended feather dusters, and even Umbrellas and disposable rain capes... are also eye-opening.

Put on the poncho on the ears, put on the leather gloves on your hands, go in with an old umbrella, and take a stand to support the mobile phone to ensure that the audience can see their actions.

After finishing this, he clapped his hands and began to assign tasks, "Brother, you go and remove the big things first, clear the place, and let's clean up the dust first."

"can."

There are many old sofas and old bookcases in the bedroom, and the whole place is full.

Juan Er took a long-handled feather duster to roll up the cobwebs on the ceiling. A clean and good chicken feather was sent up, dragging down countless corpses of moths, flies and mosquitoes.

Juan Er: "..."

He looked at the dusty feather duster, frowned and thought for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it and walked out.

Barrage:? ? ?

Five minutes later, Juan Er put a black mask on his face, opened the door fully armed and walked in.

Barrage, barrage will be laughed to death by him.

【Juanjuan is so cute!And ran out to get a mask hahaha. 】

[This posture makes me think that Juaner is not cleaning, but minesweeping...]

Jiang Yun is strong, and those cabinets are not particularly bulky, so in less than half an hour, a large space was left in the guest room.

At this time, Juan Er has almost cleaned up the cobwebs on the ceiling and in the corners.

The little spider looked at the bare wall: "..."

TvT wants to cry.

At first, Ju Er didn't notice it at all, and the feather duster swept away a nest with one roll, and the little spider, which was dozing off, was frightened and crawled around, clattering and clattering to another web of its own in a hurry.

As soon as it took a few breaths, Juan Er was like a hunter waiting for a rabbit, smashing a nest... The home that the little spider had worked hard for several years was swept away by the vicious demolition office Juan Er.

The little spider was so sad that he had to wipe away his tears, and silently climbed to the balcony to weave a web.

Juan Er smiled triumphantly, and the tips of his ears moved slightly.

Remove all the cobwebs, and clean up all the dust hidden in the corners. Throw those that are confirmed to be rubbish into the trash can, and clean up the dust. After cleaning, ask Xiang Shuai to help send it to the warehouse downstairs .

If it is unnecessary and valuable, it can be donated to nursing homes and orphanages depending on the situation.

They cleaned up from eleven o'clock in the morning to two or three o'clock in the afternoon, before they managed to clean up a room.And the only big head left is the pile of debris on the bed.

Juan Er looked around and saw a lot of musical instruments, recording equipment, and tapes, as well as a yellowed T-shirt tucked into a corner. He unfolded it and saw a picture of the band's performance on the front. Name: The Beatles.

[Oh my god, Mr. Jiang still likes the Beatles?This is very old. 】

[My old fan cried with his real name]

Juan Er saw that there was a locked photo next to him, and just as he was about to turn it over to look at it, Jiang Yun walked in with a basin of clean water, "I washed the rag again, and I will clean the desk later. Wipe it down, and when it dries, you can put things on it."

"elder brother."

Juan Er suddenly called him, unfolded the T-shirt to show him, and asked curiously, "Have you ever liked this?"

Jiang Yun raised his head and saw the words The Beatles at first glance, and couldn't help being stunned.

"I haven't seen this dress for a long, long time..."

He walked over slowly, took the clothes in Juan Er's hands, and his eyes showed a little treasure, "I still remember that I had three of these T-shirts. I liked the Beatles very much at that time, and I changed them every day." Later, there were little girls who thought my family was poor and couldn’t afford clothes, so they brought me breakfast every day..."

【Hahaha Mr. Jiang hints that he is still in demand】

【Everyone who likes the Beatles is a good guy (Groundhog screams)】

"Do you like playing music?"

However, Juan Er didn't care about the fact that a little girl had a crush on Jiang Yun. He glanced curiously at the guitar and ukulele on the bed, "Do you know how to play these?"

"Yes, I have played guitar for several years. Didn't there be a guitarist who performed at a concert in Vienna a few years ago? His name is Spike, and he is my teacher."

Jiang Yun brought the guitar over, gently swept the dust off it with a dry rag, and cleaned it up briefly.

He tried to pick a few notes, and the guitar made an obscure sound awkwardly.

"Hey, I haven't played for several years, and I haven't oiled it. I can't do it anymore. I used to love playing music. I learned guitar, piano, violin and drums. I was invited by a rock group before, but I Refused."

Jiang Yun put the guitar back, looked at the tapes all over the bed, and took out one casually from inside, then plugged in the recorder, stuck the tape in, the recorder worked for about ten seconds, and then read and played slowly Play the music inside.

He said softly, "These are piano pieces that my former teacher recorded for me."

At the same time, the brisk prelude gradually spread out from the tape recorder.

This is a very classic piano piece, with a lively and lovely prelude, as if a 17-year-old rural girl was walking in the middle of the tree-covered road with a small basket, her toes playfully raised, and she performed a cheerful dance.

[Beethoven Piano No. [-] in C minor?Oh my god, this song is not easy to play... I knelt down to Mr. Jiang]

[May I ask what else Mr. Jiang can't do? 】

[This level can be performed in the Golden Hall... I am a piano major, and my teacher is a very professional pianist in China, but his playing is not as good as Mr. Jiang's. I really admire it. 】

Juan Er couldn't understand the Golden Hall and Beethoven, he just thought it sounded good.

"Since you play so well, why don't you continue?"

"Go on to what? Rock? No, I don't like playing rock and roll with other people. I know it sounds very different from other people, but..."

Jiang Yun shrugged, "I think I can do it by myself, so once I recorded a song. The drum kit, electronic organ and lead singer, etc., were all made by myself."

"..."

Juan Er shook his head, "No, I'm not talking about the reason why you didn't join the band. I mean, your talent is so high, why don't you continue playing?"

"There's nothing to keep playing."

Jiang Yun looked up at him strangely, and since they were still broadcasting live, he had no choice but to lower his voice, "I'm tens of thousands of years old, and I don't get tired of playing the same thing for more than ten years, even for hundreds of years... Normal people can't Do you want to continue?"

In the short human life of a hundred years, there are some people who cannot achieve long love.Not to mention a Pixiu that has lived for tens of thousands of years?

Juan Er suddenly froze.

[God, why did you suddenly bite your ears?I'm so anxious, what did you say? 】

[Is there a lip-speaking master to help translate it?]

[They kept their voice low on purpose so that we wouldn't hear it, and they had to translate it...wouldn't it be too disrespectful of other people's privacy? 】

[I can lip language, but they didn't look at the camera when they spoke, so the error rate in reading such words is very high. 】

"But I haven't played for a long time, I still miss it."

Jiang Yun touched the guitar, and put it back carefully, "This one is useless, I'll find a master to repair it later, or hang it at home to have a look."

Juan Er came back to his senses. For some reason, he looked at the severely damaged guitar and felt depressed, "Oh..."

"Would you like to hear me sing?"

Jiang Yun saw him looking at the guitar with lowered eyelids, and without knowing why, he suddenly blurted out, "I have studied vocal music systematically, and I should be able to sing well."

"sure."

Juan Er managed to pull himself together, and he turned on the music software on his phone, "What do you want to sing? Let me find you an accompaniment, or do you want to sing a cappella?"

"No, it's not interesting to sing a cappella."

Jiang Yun pinched his little ears, and glanced at the electronic piano aside from the corner of his eyes, "That guy can still be used."

Juan Er squatted obediently on the side, watching Jiang Yun wipe the electronic organ clean and start tuning.

Sure enough, as he said, the electronic piano is relatively new, and its cover is covered, and there is a layer of dustproof cloth, so the damage is much better than that of the guitar.

"almost."

Jiang Yun sat down behind the electronic piano and beckoned to Juan Er.

The afterglow of the setting sun is projected through the beige curtains, a little dust in the room gently flows in the air, and the sunlight illuminates their flowing tracks, which is as beautiful as an oil painting.

Juan Er secretly took Jiang Yun's cell phone over, and then quietly tapped to start recording.

Jiang Yun played a Do-Re-Mi Fa-Xi first, and then played a nursery rhyme to find the texture, and then officially entered a piece of music.

The prelude is only ten seconds long, very soothing, gentle and familiar.

Jiang Yun's fingers were flying on the keyboard like a butterfly, and as the prelude got better, his gentle voice gradually sounded:

"By the Saipan River, coffee on the left bank..."

"You said you were a bit difficult to chase, and you wanted me to retreat..."

"..."

Juan Er was stunned for three or four seconds, his face gradually turned red.

This song... people in country Z can sing it, and its name is "Confession Balloon".

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