Miss Fuqian's Counterattack

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Hu Qian stopped singing suddenly, even though she was in good shape now, she finally got all five notes.But she shut up.Because she heard music that was better than her own singing, it was piano music, although she didn't know the name, but it was very pleasant, it was a brisk and lively piece, Hu Qian listened to the music, closed her eyes, she felt that she was In the sunny flower field, she and her lover are holding hands and dancing happily in it, and the skirt of that person is flying, light and elegant, very beautiful.

Eh? Skirt? The person she likes is wearing a skirt? No, no, Hu Qian shook her head, and the camera moved up again, wow, it turned out to be Mrs.! Hu Qian thought it was weird, and she imagined Mrs. ...

The sound of the piano was still going on, Hu Qian followed the sound of the piano, walked upstairs, and it was indeed the wife playing the piano.She looked at her from outside the door, and saw her sitting in front of the classical piano, wearing a casual white skirt and cardigan, with a thin and beautiful figure with a slanted back, slightly tilted with the movement of the fingers playing the piano.Ji Yi is playing this piece very skillfully, she can sense that there is someone behind her, it is Little Persimmon.

Hu Qian looked at her, and could see her expression concentrating on the keys, and her figure playing the piano, both beautiful and moving, and the sound of the piano was incomparably beautiful, Hu Qian was deeply attracted by Ji Yi at this moment, but how could she It wasn't that she was attracted by her wife once, but this time it was very, very deep.

Hu Qian looked at Ji Yi like this, she was probably dumbfounded, but her brain was still running fast, recalling the lady she saw, the former, the present, the first time she saw, the beautiful, the cold, she stared blankly. Looking at her and listening to the romantic piano music, she felt that Madam was as beautiful as a picture at the moment.

After the song was over, Hu Qian looked at her, applauded and laughed, "Madam played it beautifully! What song is this? I really like it!"

Ji Yi turned to look at her, and said, "It's "Dream of Love", a song by Liszt, very light, isn't it?"

"Hmm! It's very nice to listen to. Even though I don't know who Liszt is, the lady plays it really beautifully!"

Ji Yi looked at her and said, "Little Persimmon, sit here." Hu Qian went over and sat next to her. It was a bench, just enough for two people.Hu Qian felt that Madam was surprisingly gentle today, and even her voice gave people a feeling of spring breeze.

Sitting in front of the piano, Hu Qian looked at the black and white keys, and couldn't help poking them with her hands.All she played was a few tunes without rhythm, and she gave Ji Yi a sorry smile, "I can't play..."

"It's okay, just try to play a few notes and listen."

"Yeah." Hu Qian lightly placed her fingers on the keys, but she didn't press them down. Her mood at the moment was cautious joy. She really didn't know how to play. She looked at her and smiled again. And Ji Yi looked at her with a gentle look in his eyes.

Hu Qian's finger pressed that key, followed by the second one that was not connected. At this time, Ji Yi also started to play, she was following Hu Qian's out-of-tune sound, and easily blended it into a nice sound. music.

Hu Qian felt that Madam's hands were magical, the keys were magical, and the music was also magical. She was like a playful and curious child who continued to press any key without any scruples. Ji Yi was beside her, Her fingers were nimble and brisk, and as she struck the keys, those unstructured tunes formed into a melody in her hands. Hu Qian felt that she was more free and easy than ever before, because the wife was letting her imagination run wild, she was alive, she More active than ever, she looked at Ji Yi with a bright smile, and Ji Yi also looked at her, smiling, more gentle than Hu Qian had ever seen her.

The whole room became alive because of the floating and cheerful sound of the piano, and everything seemed to be alive. Hu Qian felt that she had returned to the sunny flower field at this moment, with his wife beside her, and they were playing the last song. Wonderful music, the breeze was blowing gently, the lady's long hair fluttered with the wind, looking at her with a smile in the corner of her eyes, she quickly lowered her head to look at the keys.

Hu Qian stopped her casual fingers, she wanted to concentrate on listening to the piece that his wife played for her, it was played for her, Hu Qian felt that she was definitely not being self-indulgent.

The last key was pressed, and the lingering sound was long, Ji Yi withdrew his hand and asked her, "Does it sound good?"

"bravo!" Hu Qian cheered and applauded, "It's so good, it's perfect!"

"It's good that it sounds good. How about calling this impromptu... "Song of the Little Persimmon"?" Ji Yi asked her with interest while propping his cheeks.

Hu Qian wondered, "Song of Little Persimmon? I really became a persimmon..."

Ji Yi pinched her cheek, it felt soft, she couldn't help pinching it a few more times, her expression turned serious on purpose, and said, "Of course you are a persimmon, I played it just for you, don't be disgusted!"

"Is it really for me? Then I can listen to it again." Hu Qian looked at her with puffy cheeks, her eyes sparkling, and she couldn't stop her joy. It turned out that Madam really played a song just for her. song!

"Okay." Ji Yi let go of her hand, and rested her hand on the keys for a few seconds. She thought about it, and soon, she began to play, flowing freely, without any delay.Hu Qian listened quietly, she tilted her head, her eyes stayed on Ji Yi's face, she looked at her expression when she was concentrating on playing, her beautiful face and beautiful eyebrows, Hu Qian was like this Looking at her, maybe she has forgotten whether the tune Ji Yi is playing now is the same tune as the one just now.Because her mind is all on the person who plays the piano.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Ji Yi turned to look at her, "Little persimmon, don't make trouble."

"I didn't do anything." Hu Qian still stared at her blankly, with an unknown smile on her face.

"You look at me like that, I can't play anymore."

Hu Qian didn't stop her presumptuous gaze, instead she moved closer, "Madam, you can continue to play, I won't disturb you." After speaking, she looked at her, blinked, and revealed another special expression. Harmless laugh.

Ji Yi looked at her, leaned over, and said with a cold face on purpose, "Really?" There were too many other meanings in these words, and Hu Qian approached her cheekily, like a game, She felt that she could disobey Madam at will, and she liked Madam like this.

"Yes, no..." Hu Qian hesitated for a moment, she really wanted to do something to Madam, if she said no... But, "No... no wonder!" A kiss fell on the face, and he left quickly, smiling brightly, "Thank you Ma'am! I like this little persimmon song very much!"

"Just like it?" Ji Yi stared at her, there was something in his words, he was kissed off guard, and she hadn't recovered from the shallow kiss.

"Well, I like it!" Hu Qian nodded, she was also a little shy, this is the first time she has acted so boldly towards her wife, seeing her like this, I don't know if she will hate it... In fact, I want to kiss her No, not her cheeks...

"Just like this song?" Ji Yi asked her a few times.

"Hmm...um!" Hu Qian nodded, if it wasn't a tune, what else would it be.

"Stupid!" Ji Yi nodded her forehead, stood up, turned and left, "Let's go, I'm hungry, go eat."

Hu Qian followed, she was a little bit confused, how could she become a fool again, she is not stupid.

Sitting at the dining table, Ji Yi only cared about eating, and Hu Qian didn't have the guts to ask his wife why he became an idiot again, so she had to eat in silence and serve Xiao Ranran food in silence.

"Persimmon, are you 23 this year?" Ji Yi suddenly asked while eating.

"Ah?" Hu Qian realized that she was calling her, and nodded hurriedly, "Well, I should be 24 years old. Why did Madam suddenly ask me my age?"

Ji Yi didn't answer this question, but said to Xiao Ranran, "Of course, don't call me Sister Qian anymore, call me Auntie instead, come and call Aunt Qian."