"talk!"
After talking to my mother, I complained that my father was teaching the children bad things again.
Ye Linxing, who had no idea that his fat son had impure intentions, said hello to Jian Yuelan and left the bedroom with his fat son in his arms.
Jian Yuelan snorted and chuckled, then picked up Meimei who had jumped to her side and whispered, "Meibao, this idiot told your little master that I was a reckless man before, and asked your little master not to learn from me. How do you think I should teach him a lesson?"
Meimei nestled in her arms, kneading the milk with her little paws, and meowed when she heard her words.
"Let him cry?"
"Meow."
"Okay, let him cry."
The furry and soft little kitten is so healing that Jian Yuelan, who is addicted to petting cats, doesn't want to move, but the old man won't let her go.
"Zhizhi, it's time to play chess."
Jian Yuelan's good mood vanished in an instant, and her face fell. She walked out listlessly and sat across from the old man. She said weakly, "Grandpa, let's have a deal. Can we stop regretting our moves over and over again?"
"impossible!"
The old man said confidently, "Chess that doesn't regret its moves has no soul."
Jian Yuelan sighed bitterly as she set up the chess pieces. "Wait until I bring you the full set someday, and I'll see how you regret your moves."
"Can you play Go?"
The old man paused while placing the chess piece, looking very surprised.
She snorted and laughed, "There's nothing I can't do in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting."
The old man glared at her and said, "A girl should be reserved."
This means that she is bragging.
Jian Yuelan was not convinced and blocked the main gate with a cannon.
"I'm not bragging, I'm telling the truth."
Seeing that she was very angry, the old man was silent for two seconds and asked her, "Is there anyone in your family who can play the guqin?"
"My seventh aunt knows how to play the guqin, and she's an expert at it."
That’s right, her seventh aunt is an exquisite guqin player. The artistic conception of the music of mountains and flowing water played by her is unique and makes people feel as if they are there.
Thinking of Aunt Seven's piano skills and then thinking about her own, she sighed, "It's a pity that I'm not talented enough. I've only learned half of what Aunt Seven did."
The two elders had never heard her play the piano, so they didn't know how good her piano skills were.
But they became interested in Aunt Qi.
"Does your seventh aunt have a family background in learning?"
"yes."
Jian Yuelan nodded, "My Seventh Aunt is not famous, but her father is famous, known as Mr. Qin."
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