About a century ago, a quirky little guitar called the ukulele, which means "jumping flea," appeared on the island of Hawaii. It's a very small instrument, usually only 23 inches, with 4 strings, and its standard strings are G, C, E, A, which is quite eccentric. It has a small volume, a thin sound, can't play bass, and is far less expressive than a guitar.

"Bad guy, do you want to buy that?" said Yuan Yuan, pointing to a row of ukuleles in the window.

"I want to try this instrument. Fang Yan said to the clerk. This ukulele has a sunset lacquer on the body, intricate patterns on the wooden sleepers on the neck, and very delicate knobs, and costs 25,000 yen, or about 1,500 Chinese coins.

The clerk hurriedly ran over and took off the piano.

Tokyo is full of small shopping streets, each with several second-hand musical instrument shops. Unlike Huaxia, after decades of material accumulation, people developed the habit of exchanging old things, and gradually formed a huge second-hand market, written "second-hand" in Japanese.

Fang Yan has already visited the third second-hand musical instrument store. Unfortunately, every instrument sold in the second-hand store has been rigorously restored, tested, and priced, and the guitar is wrapped in plastic so that there is no possibility of leakage.

This ukulele is very light and holds it on the chest like holding a toy. The sound is extremely crisp and somewhat dry. Each fret is narrow, and the fingers will be squeezed together when they move, which is quite awkward. Fang Yan felt that it should be very interesting to play it to the extreme.

Do you want to develop a new skill? I believe that after playing around in this book, he will be able to fully master the ukulele technique when he returns home. Fang Yan hesitated for a moment and rejected the idea. He didn't have time to delve into other instruments for the time being.

In the end, I chose a red Yamaha 40-inch guitar made of spruce wood, which was almost brand new and had a strong tone, and it cost 30,000 yen. Fang Yan bought 2 more sets of cheap strings and 4 picks.

Yuan Yuan wanted to eat roast beef, but saw a huge crab sign and couldn't move anymore, so the three of them ate a large meal of crabs.

The crabs are packed in small wooden boxes, and although they are steamed, they are still lifelike when they are served. The texture of the crab meat is smooth, and when you squeeze it gently, the white and tender meat peels off from the shell, and it is fresh with a faint sweetness.

There is also crab sashimi, a large live pincer, and the crab meat is exposed and placed on ice, and the bite is full of coldness.

The night breeze carries the scent of leaves, and the street lamps paint the small lattice bricks on the ground with a sparkling glow. The sky is pure and high, and the infinite fine stars twinkle slightly.

Back at the hotel, Fang Yan wiped down the second-hand new guitar and began to practice. Soon, he noticed the subtle jerkiness of his fingers, so he turned the speed of climbing the lattice to 60, crawling like a snail.

The charm of strings comes from the subtle movements of the fingers.

As early as 100 years ago, humans invented the Piano Roll, which punched holes in paper rolls, marked the notes played, and used machinery instead of human hands to hit the keyboard. When making music on the computer, you can also edit the percussion track with ease of trouble. But to record instruments such as violin and guitar, you still have to rely on human hands.

The expressions of the strings are too complex for the computer to handle for the time being.

Feng Lu stood on the edge of the bed, began to undress, and took off the T-shirt with both hands, and on the bare back was the strap of the corset, with red marks of strangulation. She lifted her legs lightly again, took off her skirt, and her two white legs. Then, the sports socks were also taken off.

Dear assistant sister, there is still a man sitting behind you, don't you know that it's already the second day, what the hell is going on with Feng Lu Fang Yan thought, the melody that popped up was a little scattered.

Yuan Yuan leaned on the bed and faced her mobile phone, smiling and playing WeChat, unaware of Feng Lu's undressing behavior.

Feng Lu entered the bathroom, ran out barefoot again, ran out with a bang, ran all the way to the window, and closed the curtains. Her body was snow-white, blindingly white.

"I forgot to draw the curtains, I'm afraid of being seen. She explained to Fang Yan. Soon, the sound of water came from the bathroom.

Fang Yan thought, this is the 25th floor of the hotel, and there is not even a bird outside the window. He asked Yuan Yuan: "I said ......"

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay......"

Fang Yan took the guitar and asked the hotel waiter to find an empty small lounge for him, and played the piano until 12 o'clock in the evening before going back.

The next day, according to Feng Lu's travel strategy, the three of them went to the garden of the palace to play. There are many tourists on the street, and women are wearing kimono geta, standing at the door to take pictures.

At noon, Channing arrived.

Channing's trip was very sad. Although she said that she wanted to take first class and live in a business suite, she still relented when she bought the ticket. The company had just been established, and the funds received were only 300,000 US dollars, so she still bought economy class and booked a standard room in the hotel.

She brought 10 t-shirt jars as samples for the company.

Channing was extremely tired. She is a night owl and mostly sleeps until noon. She didn't sleep all night, did the company's Keynote, and prepared various materials, Chinese and English contract templates, and high-intensity mental work. In the morning, she took a shower and went to catch a plane, and she kept revising along the way.

When he arrived in Tokyo, Channing turned into a panda.

I thought that Fang Yan would come to pick up the plane, but who knew that people were going to play, and they didn't care about themselves at all. It's so unreliable. Standing in the midst of the surging crowd, Channing gritted his teeth. Not only did she hate Fang Yan, but by the way, she even hated Ghibli and Hayao Miyazaki.

There are direct buses to Shinjuku from the airport. When Channing arrived at the hotel, it was just half past one in the afternoon, and he registered the house, but he couldn't move in. Hungry and sleepy, she slumped on the couch in the hall, her consciousness blurring.

"Wake up, have you slept enough?" a hand patted her on the shoulder.

It's like the feeling of my mother waking herself up in those dazed mornings when I was a child. It was peaceful and comfortable. Qian Ning sighed softly and sighed.

"Ningning~~~"

The sound was incomparably full, like a cannonball smashing into his face. This tone is particularly familiar, it is the tone in which her grandfather speaks when he is dissatisfied with him, with a hint of sternness in his pampering. Channing immediately sobered up.

"Grandpa, why are you here?"

The line of sight became clear, and it was Fang Yan who was squatting in front of him and smiling. This person actually imitated his grandfather's voice vividly, which is too evil.

"Let's go, I'll take you to dinner. Fang Yan said.

“……”

Qian Ning looked at Fang Yan blankly, and he didn't even have the strength to get angry. He was stunned for a moment and asked, "What about Yuan Yuan?"

"They're at the mall, I'll come back to pick you up. ”

"Oh. ”

"What do you want to eat?"

"I'm going to sleep. ”

"I know, let's go have some dinner first, and then you can sleep soundly. ”

Qian Ning glared at him and roared angrily, "I'm going to sleep now!"

Qian Ning's family education is very strict, and he has never had the habit of playing tricks. But now, the deep tiredness surging in her body, the overdraft of working and running around all night, the anger of Fang Yan, and the confusion of being half asleep gave her the confidence to be quite unreasonable.

A sense of smugness that "you'll have to listen to me".

Therefore, when Fang Yan carefully held her arm and helped herself stand up like supporting the Queen Mother Lafayette, she had a strange pleasure in her heart.

"Don't touch me. Channing shook off his arm and staggered to the elevator.

The room was uncleaned, scattered with all kinds of clothes, and there was a folding bed. There is a huge model of Gundam on the desk, which is estimated to have been bought by Fang Yan for the scrap wood band. Channing almost couldn't stand anymore and looked around the room.

"The three of you sleep together?" she asked, surprised.

"Uh...... It's living, not sleeping. Fang Yan said helplessly. To save money.

Qian Ning's gaze stayed on Fang Yan's face for a moment, and she couldn't tell the difference between the two words. In my impression, this was the first time she was alone with Fang Yan in the same room. She leaned against the wall and went to the bathroom.

"You drink saliva. Fang Yan took a bottle of mineral water.

Goo-goo-goo.

"You make an appointment with Ghibli's people, and I'll talk to them tomorrow. Talk about cooperation. Qian Ning said, realizing that he was slurring his speech.

"Hmm. ”

After explaining the aftermath, Qian Ning fell headlong on the bed closest to her. The mattress was very soft and wrapped her whole way. The pillow was also thick, and her face was buried deep in.

No, the smell on the pillow is familiar, it is the smell of Fang Yan. This was his bed? Channing came to his senses in an instant. Her cheeks were hot, like she was about to have a fever. She couldn't move.

Fang Yan was silent for a long time, and said softly: "CEO, are you sleeping in Yuan Yuan's bed?" ”

Not good.

I'm going to sleep in your bed. Qian Ning hated his weak willpower, but secretly rejoiced. For now, she just had to do nothing and pretend to sleep. Actually, that's nothing, right? She breathed softly, feeling the breath of Fang Yan envelop herself.

Special circumstances. Only a little weakness once in a while.

Theoretically, Channing was already asleep. Think of it as a reward for your hard work. She thought geographically, if that was rational.

There was a strange jolt in his feet. Qian Ning came to her senses again, and a wave of hot blood surged up on her little face again. Endless.

Fang Yan was untying his shoelaces.

She wore a pair of Newbalen's running shoes, which were quite old and loosely trampled. The laces are just an ornament, they are never tied, and they can be taken off with a light touch. This idiot, he unties his shoelaces so slowly. Would you like to remind him? Of course not.

Qian Ning closed his eyes and felt Fang Yan's hand grab his calf and gently take off his shoes. The temperature of her hands spread throughout her body, and a surging heat rose from between her legs. Channing felt like he was going to die.

Must pretend to be asleep.

If she had known that there would be such treatment, she should have tied her shoelaces tightly. There was a slight vibration on his feet, and then the other shoe was taken off silently. Qian Ning suddenly remembered that she was wearing shorts, and she was lying on the bed, wasn't she all looked at.

She was wearing athletic socks that had just covered her ankles. She felt Fang Yan's fingertips gently grasp the edge of the sock, support her heel, and slowly take off one sock.

Crazy, crazy. The violent beating of the heart spread to every nerve in the body, and Qian Ning wanted to move, but he couldn't move at all. Sleeping in his bed and taking off his socks, things went far better than he expected. This business trip to Tokyo was worth it. Maybe in the dark, this is your true purpose?

The other sock is gone. Qian Ning suddenly wondered if his toenails had been cut.

Fang Yan's movements were very light, he should be afraid of waking himself up. This man has a bit of a conscience. Qian Ning secretly opened his eyes a slit, but he could only see the fluttering eyelashes covering his eyes.

So quiet.

Her will was not as strong as she thought. She began to imagine that Fang Yan should take off her shorts and vest. Sleeping in clothes, tight, uncomfortable.

One of Channing's calves was resting on the edge of the bed, and his feet were dangling in the air. Fang Yan grabbed her ankle and gently placed her on the bed.

In an instant, the slight touch of his fingers spread throughout his body.

According to Freud's model, when the door of consciousness is relaxed, all kinds of strange thoughts in the deep sea of the subconscious will rush out, unrestrained, undisciplined, and unsightly. Monsters of the subconscious. These thoughts made Qian Ning's little face hot, ashamed, and filled with endless joy. She's waiting for the next benefit.

A huge thick quilt snorted over his body, from head to toe. The velvet in the quilt core rubs against the body, and it is very comfortable.

"Didi. "The remote control of the air conditioner made a sound.

The curtains were drawn, and the light in the room dimmed. The slight rustle of shoes on the carpet, the ticking of doors opening and closing, the electronic locks. There was silence in the room.

It's over.

Nothing could be seen clearly in the dimly lit room. Qian Ning sat up alone, still a little dazed. She gently unbuttoned her corset. This quilt was also covered by Fang Yan. She lay on her side, hugging Fang Yan's quilt tightly, so warm.

In summer, it is most comfortable to turn on the air conditioner and hide it under the quilt. That's nice, Channing thought.

Closing his eyes, a surging sorrow came from all directions, tears pouring out uncontrollably, soaking the pillows and sheets. Channing cried.