Kong Qinyin took it curiously and took a look, and his hands trembled involuntarily, this thing is too valuable. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Kong Qinyin trembled; "This ...... It's not good! ”

The old man sighed lonely; "If you don't pass it on to you, do you want me to pass it on to my white-eyed wolf daughter?"

Originally, Kong Qinyin wanted to refuse, but at the moment he was silent.

The old man said with a smile; "Take it with peace of mind."

Kong Qinyin nodded, her eyes moistened involuntarily, and tears fell down.

Kong Qinyin understood what this contract meant to their sisters, and with the land they could thrive here without worrying about any problems.

This land is theirs, and they will be in charge of it in the future, and even if they don't go out to work, they can grow food at home and live a very nourishing life.

Kong Qinyin's hand holding the contract clenched involuntarily, this thing was really too precious for them as orphans.

The old man also understood Kong Qinyin's mood, patted Kong Qinyin's hand, and nodded encouragingly.

Do you know why the older generation wants to have a boy, even if they smash the pot and sell iron to escape the country's eyeliner?

It is because of the birth of a boy that the country will have more land, and the old man is the fifth oldest among the brothers, and the sad thing is that the other brothers died on the battlefield to resist the Japanese.

Because he wanted to leave an incense, he begged the old man to stay and not join the army, but you can imagine how huge the old man's land is.

At that time, giving birth to a boy meant that land meant wealth, and having a boy had become an obsession, money could be without, and you could eat black steamed bread and stinky food, but the boy had to be born.

At the beginning, the state also ordered the policy not to have too many children, and then there was a single child, if there were too many children, then it would be fined, and in serious cases, it would be aborted.

And many, many couples smashed pots and sold iron for fines, and hid to give birth to children, and the country can't kill the country after the child gives birth!

However, the efforts of the older generation have cheapened the Kong Qingwu sisters, who are desperately fighting for more than 10 children, including five boys.

Now it's all given to the Kong Qingwu sisters, hey...... I really don't know what to say, if the old man's parents know about it, they will be very upset!

The old man's parents are poor jingles, and they are the ones who smash the pot and sell iron.

The old man's land is the size of half an international football field, and the sisters are really hairy.

This is absolutely priceless, because China is not like foreign countries, permanent land cannot be bought, and money is not available.

Now that the permanent land is in front of you, you can imagine Kong Qinyin's surging heart at this moment.

The old man said with a smile; "When you have money, you can build as big a house as you want, I believe you can, and when the time comes, you must give birth to a boy to inherit our Kong family."

The old man can indeed use the word us, after all, the sex of the Kong Qingwu sisters is the same as the old man's surname, and the hukou is also in the old man's.

Kong Qinyin touched her tears, and couldn't help but want to be better to the old man, and it would be no problem to come and see it every day in the future.

Thinking of whether this would be too snobbish, Kong Qinyin couldn't help blushing.

The old man smiled; "Call me grandpa, and I'll be satisfied."

If you want to ask Kong Qingwu where he ran to, just hide behind the door and cry, so moved that his nose is flowing out!

I'm embarrassed to see people at all at the moment, how can a boy cry, even if he wants to cry, he can only cry secretly.

At this moment, Kong Qingwu was annoyed; "It's all to blame for being poor, if you have money, you definitely want to convert this place into a castle and buy a private jet."

If such a terrible idea is known to Kong Qinyin, there is no need to wait for the future, and she will immediately open her ass.

Time passed slowly, and it was Kong Qingwu's turn to be on TV that day, and there would be five million after the end.

If it were to be changed to the previous world's five million dances, Kong Qingwu would definitely rush to go.

But this world is different, every dancer has a proud backbone, and a real dance master will not perform for money at all.

is only based on mood, and Kong Qingwu came to this world, so he naturally had to follow the local customs, and he must be proud.

If she danced this time, she would be ostracized by people in the dance industry, so Zero Hour switched to piano music.

Although the director reluctantly agreed on the phone, after the meeting, the director still asked to listen to it once and let Kong Qingwu perform for him.

If the playing is not good, the director will still refuse, and he will see if the piece is worth five million, and the price needs to be renegotiated.

If Kong Qingwu is dancing, then you don't need to rehearse at all, you can dance on stage.

And the price is easy to say, if five million is not good, it will be seven million, or even eight million, and it will not be worth it if it goes up.

Although Kong Qingwu's dancing is good-looking, she is not a big name.

Kong Qingwu was helpless, but now she was short of money and could only be aggrieved.

The director doesn't believe that Kong Qingwu can play the piano well, and in the director's opinion, Kong Qingwu should have spent a lot of effort on dancing.

And the piano also takes a lot of effort, Kong Qingwu is already very good at dancing, is she also good at playing the piano?

The director looked at it with suspicion, hoping that Kong Qingwu could surprise him, and also hoped that Kong Qingwu's piano music would be the same as her dance, which could become popular overnight and become a blockbuster, and everyone knew about it.

Kong Qingwu is also a person who has seen big scenes, and she will definitely not be nervous when performing, she is elegantly wearing a white princess dress.

The painting style of the whole person seems to have changed, becoming more goddess, more elegant and more beautiful.

With her silky hair hanging down the back of her head, her white-gloved hand stroked the keys of the piano and sat down slowly.

Between the fingertips flying, the melodious music permeates the small room, and it is so comfortable that people can't help but close their eyes.

The heartstrings let out a long exhale, but they didn't dare to make any sound for fear of disturbing the melodious music.

Kong Qingwu played the classic song "Piano Music of the Night" in his previous life, a music that made people feel comfortable.

Kong Qinyin's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth in surprise, looking surprised.

Does your sister really know how to play the piano? Why didn't she know!

A piano, a person's night, thus, "The Piano Music of the Night" was born......

There are many ways to record life, some people use words, some people use photography, some people use narration, and I choose to use music.

Everyone is different, but they all have a common desire, and we all need to remember the lost days......

I don't know how many nights, how many two o'clock in the morning, for these simple melodies, I couldn't sleep, and the melody swirled in my head.

Because, behind every nocturne, there is more or less a little story, some of which are my own, some of which are friends, and I just want to record them one by one, and use notes to record these days that have passed......

I made a cover for "Piano Music of the Night", signed my name and gave it to my family and friends, in my opinion, it was a happy sharing......

Commemorating the birth of 31 nocturnes, perhaps, it will be a new beginning, not an end......

Each piece in "Piano Music of the Night" is quiet and soothing, allowing each other's hearts to inhabit poetically. Here, everyone will always find a piece of music that belongs to their own emotions......

The music ended, but there was silence in the small bedroom, and no one took the initiative to break the silence. (To be continued.) )