When Chi Jiujiu heard the low and pleasant voice of a man coming from behind her, she immediately stopped what she was doing, turned her head, and looked at Shen Mojin with her bright tea eyes.
"Ajin, please play a song for me and demonstrate it to me."
Chi Jiujiu made some space for the child's father.
To be honest.
She knows nothing about music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
After returning to the Gong family, she was busy learning how to manage the family business. She had no time to learn the things that literati used to "pretend to be cultured".
But it's just lascivious music.
But it also cultivates sentiment.
Shen Mojin leaned over and sat down, stretched out his handsome big hands, and slowly stroked the strings of the piano. His slender fingers moved slightly, and the melodious and pleasant sound of the piano slowly rang out in the lounge.
The man's ink-colored sleeves.
Gently sweep across the golden strings.
His bony fingers plucked the strings gracefully, the refreshing aura around him transformed into an elegant air, and his captivating eyes seemed slightly calm.
“It sounds nice.”
Chi Jiujiu held her chin with both hands, staring at Shen Mojin's movements, enjoying the melody like mountains and flowing water, and unknowingly immersed in the music.
Shen Mojin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Jiujiu, do you want to learn?"
Chi Jiujiu, "Huh?"
She was listening intently when Ah Jin suddenly asked her if she wanted to learn. She thought for a moment and said, "Yes!"
"Okay, I'll teach you."
When Chi Jiujiu was studying piano seriously.
Gong Chenyan in the training room has successfully drawn qi into his body, and his small body has accumulated the first spiritual power in the world of cultivation.
Chi Jiujiu finally mastered a talent in life besides humming, the guqin.
Of course, she only knows how to play one song.
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