Douluo's lovelorn can become stronger

"what happened to you?"

The white jade hand waved in front of his eyes, leaving waves of shadows.

Qin Jian hasn't come back to his senses yet: "Ah? What?"

"What are you thinking about?" Bo Saixi smiled softly.

Qin Jian came back to his senses, reached out to grab her hand, shook his head and smiled: "Sister's skills and voice are so great, I can't help but immerse myself in it..."

Bo Saixi lowered his head and smoothed the hair beside his ear: "It's nothing. No matter who spends several years studying it, their skills will be good."

Qin Jian's eyes moved: "Then can you learn another musical instrument?"

"Learn another one?"

Bo Saixi glanced at him: "To be honest, I should have learned all the musical instruments in those few years."

Qin Jian almost choked: "People spend several years learning a musical instrument. Have you finished learning them all?"

Bo Saixi smiled slightly: "Qin Jian, you should know that learning is the easiest thing, and the hardest thing is actually creating. Even if I know many musical instruments, it is still difficult for me to create good songs. That requires too much talent. Yeah, artistic talent.”

"It's true. Art requires and relies on talent the most." Qin Jian nodded.

"Shh."

He pressed the hand armor soul guide, and a lyre appeared on his knees: "This is called Guqin. It is a more difficult version of the Guzheng I brought to this world a few years ago. I wonder if you can learn it."

"Guqin? Guzheng?"

Bo Saixi looked at the guqin he had never seen before, and became obviously interested.

"Well, you see, this is a guzheng, with a total of 21 strings. It is much simpler than the guqin, which requires 7 strings to play 21 notes."

Qin Jian took out the guzheng again and showed it to her.

Bo Saixi curiously took it, placed it on his lap, and gently said, "Ding dong!"

"So ethereal and thick sound."

There was a flash of surprise in her eyes.

"That's not how this is played..."

Qin Jian suddenly came to her side, involuntarily attached to her hand, and gently plucked the guzheng: "You see, the guzheng is most suitable for plucking the strings at this two-inch position, so that the tone can be maximized."

Suddenly, he was hugged from behind, holding both hands respectively, and his warm breath sprayed on the side of his face. Bo Saixi was a little confused.

Is he really teaching her how to play, or is he deliberately trying to be ambiguous?

"Okay, I know how to play. Go and sit down."

Taking advantage of Qin Jian's movement slowing down, Bo Saixi quickly took out his hand and pushed him back.

But the next moment the guzheng on her lap was put away by Qin Jian, and at first the guzheng took the place of the guzheng.

Qin Jian came up to her again without any fireworks, stretched out his hands from both sides behind her, grabbed her hands, and pressed the position on the guqin bit by bit.

"I basically only have some theoretical knowledge about the guqin. Whether you can learn this instrument depends on you."

The man's breath kept coming, and Bo Saixi's body, which was half-held, slowly became a little soft, and she leaned back against him almost subconsciously.

Qin Jian blinked.

He really didn't want to deliberately create any ambiguity, he just wanted to teach her a rough understanding of the guqin and follow the trend.

Why did the beautiful sister suddenly throw herself into my arms?

Push her up and continue teaching?

How is that possible!

Qin Jian retracted his hand and slowly took it away from the back of her hand.

Bo Saixi thought he was going to stop and leave, so she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But the next moment, Qin Jian's hands were wrapped around her waist.

The warm palm gently pressed her lower abdomen, transferring the heat in, just like dyeing, making her entire front body slightly hot little by little.

"you…"

Bo Saixi leaned against Qin Jian, tilted his head, and almost touched his cheek with his lips.

She hurriedly stepped back and said slightly angrily: "Didn't you teach me how to play this guqin? Why is this happening all of a sudden?"

"Sister, what's wrong with me?"

The woman's breath was like orchid, spraying on the side of her face, the breath was sultry.

Qin Jian calmly tightened her waist, tilted his head slightly, and saw her crystal clear ear beads right next to his mouth.

Subconsciously he wanted to take a bite, it was almost his instinct...

"cough!"

Suddenly, Na'er coughed fiercely in his mind.

Qin Jian's movement towards his head froze.

He knew that Na'er was reminding him that it was time to press the progress bar...

The next moment, he let go of the hand holding Bo Saixi and stepped back, while holding her shoulders with both hands to prevent her from falling.

"Okay, sister, let's try it yourself." Qin Jian said seriously.

Bo Saixi glanced back at him, as if she didn't expect that he would suddenly retreat.

"call…"

However, she was not used to being so ambiguous all of a sudden, so she breathed a sigh of relief at this time.

If Qin Jian had continued just now, she wasn't sure if she would have run away because she couldn't bear it anymore...

"Ding ding dong, ding dong dong..."

Stringed instruments have always been more difficult to learn with fewer strings. Guqin only has seven strings, so it is not easy to learn it quickly.

Fortunately, Bo Saixi is proficient in the harp. Although there are many fewer strings, they still have something in common...

Soon, Bo Saixi's performance surpassed Qin Jian's own level.

About half an hour later, "Big Fish" was played on the guqin.

"Your musical instrument talent is too high..." Qin Jian sighed.

Bo Saixi smiled slightly: "What else do you want to hear?"

Qin Jian perked up: "There are so many guqin songs that I want to listen to..."

God knows how many times he recalled everything in his previous life during those 10 years.

Otherwise, he would never be able to remember such a long memory until now.

Including these many cultural treasures, it has been a long time coming.

As Qin Jian hummed slowly, Bo Saixi slowly reproduced the music one by one.

The melodious sound of the piano floats in the sea and over the sea for a long time.

Qin Jian closed his eyes and listened. Gradually, he felt his head becoming heavy.

"The sound of your piano...has a spiritual influence..." he said in a daze.

"Well," Bo Saixi responded softly: "Take a rest for a while, you seem to be very tired... From the moment you arrived at Poseidon Island, I noticed that you were very tired..."

The gentle words are like running water, flowing quietly into the depths of the soul, as if a mother's hand is stroking his head, making people relax.

"boom."

Bo Saixi suddenly felt his shoulders sink. He turned his head slightly and saw Qin Jian's head leaning on his shoulder, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

She couldn't help but smile, and the rhythm of playing the strings gradually became gentler, until after three sticks of incense, the sound completely disappeared.

"Om."

The guqin was put away by her.

She knelt down and sat on the spot, and then carefully supported Qin Jian's head, letting him lie down slowly, just resting his head on her thigh.

Looking at the man sleeping soundly on his lap, the gentle look on Bo Saixi's eyebrows became more intense.

She didn't know why, but she didn't have a strong urge to want someone who had been waiting for so long, but instead gave her a desire to protect him...