(Today's second update, I haven't forgotten!) Brothers, what about the monthly pass? In September, Ā Cong is about to usher in the first anniversary of its launch, and it will be a small explosion at that time, asking for all support! ）

After a while, Chen Chen sat back in his place proudly.

"Are you alright?" An Yue asked with a smile.

"If there's anything you know, you'll know on my back." Chen Chen took two sips of the wine glass, and said with a scared face: "I'm so scared that I'm soaked." ”

"It's a good thing that there's no danger, isn't it?" An Yue picked up the máo towel and gently wiped his sweat away.

"That being said, sooner or later, I'll have to settle accounts with them!" Chen Chen said viciously after calming his mind.

"Wang-" Buckle didn't know where to run back, jumped into his arms to please tiǎn tiǎn tiǎn his palm, it was indeed in the mind of slipping away just now, and now it knew that it was okay to hurry back and sell cute.

Chen Chen was angry when he saw it, grabbed its tail and pinched its chubby cheeks and said, "You still dare to come back?" Something that is not righteous, in vain I used to love you so much, has your conscience been eaten by dogs? He left me alone to escape, and I was so angry! ”

The short pair of front paws covered his face and said pitifully: "People are originally dogs, and besides, I didn't lie to you, you can blame me for not being strong enough, but I can't say that I don't pay attention to righteousness." ”

"You're reasonable, aren't you? Dead dog, you've been learning badly with Bao'er's little devil NV every day, this time I'm going to lock you up, you give me back to the little black house to reflect on it, and learn how to serve the master as a loyal dog. Chen Chen glared at it and placed it on the ground.

Buckle glanced back at him resentfully, and saw that he refused to take back his life, so he had to run away with his little tǐer in frustration, and then returned to the pickle girl's notebook in a blur where there was no one.

The birthday banquet continued, after Chen Chen, more than a dozen grandchildren of An Jinlong NV also stepped forward in turn to pay their respects, and soon it was the turn of the great-grandchildren, the eldest grandson of An Zaiwen, who appeared first, a little boy about the same age as An Bao'er, he ingeniously ordered someone to carry it to the piano and play a song Chopin's "Serenade", it can be heard that this kid has indeed worked hard, this song played at a very high level, and won a round of applause from everyone.

"Are all your little p-kids so sharp?" Chen Chen was ashamed of himself, when he was ten years old, he was still lying on the ground with a runny nose and playing with people throwing little raccoon cards, and people were already playing elegant art, which was really incomparable.

An Yue watched her eldest nephew in a tuxedo get up, and asked thoughtfully, "Do you know how to play the piano?" ”

Chen Chen rolled his eyes and said, "It's not that you don't know what the situation of my family was before, how can I have the conditions to learn that loser's thing." ”

"Then you're miserable—" Xiao Nizi looked at him with a sympathetic expression, and stopped talking.

A man suddenly felt bad and said in a low voice: "What's the situation?" ”

An Yue róró sun xùe, a little headache said: "Didn't I tell you, none of our old and young are easy to deal with, don't you look at this máo child harmless to humans and animals, in fact, he is a ghost, do you believe it or not, he will sell cute and cute next to my grandfather and say that I want to invite you to lù a hand?" ”

"Isn't it? So poisonous? Chen Chen's eyes widened.

An Yue looked at An Zaiwen coldly, and said softly: "There is a grandfather with a vicious mind, and naturally there are grandsons who love to play tricks, and they are all raccoon dogs!" ”

Sure enough, unfortunately, Xiao Nizi said, An Chenyang said obediently after a gentleman's salute: "Great-grandfather, the child is ugly, this "Serenade" is dedicated to your birthday, and secondly, I also want to throw bricks to invite the real master of this way to celebrate your birthday!" The child heard that Aunt Yue had won the praise of Richard Clayderman with a song "Poem to Adeline" when she was a child, calling her a once-in-a-century piano genius, and the child thought that since Aunt Yue was a master of this way, then the people she liked must also be like-minded with her, so I wanted to ask Uncle Chen to play a song to guide me. ”…,

His mom-of!

Chen Chen had a smile on his face, and he had already scolded in his heart, I your mother, what kind of bear child is this, he is full of heart and eyes at a young age, and he is not afraid of ghosts and tricks to lose his life!

What's even more hateful is that An Chenyang was afraid that he would refuse, so he stepped forward and bowed shyly: "Uncle Chen, please don't blame your nephew for being abrupt, I think you must be willing to guide me, right?" ”

"Haha, this kid is so cute!" Chen Chen was bī on Liangshan, so he had to get up and pinch his cheeks, spit out secretly, and stabbed him in the face, little rabbit cub, I make you laugh, dare to play with me, you deserve to be paralyzed after going back!

An Chenyang didn't feel anything unusual now, and said with a smile: "Uncle, which song do you want to play, do you want me to help you find a score?" ”

"No, a real pianist doesn't need a score, just a pair of hands." Chen Chen's mouth is very hard, in fact, for him, it is the same with and without music scores, anyway, the ghost drawing on it also knows me, I don't know it.

"Well, nephew!" An Chenyang saw that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet after he sat down, and he sneered in his heart, mén layman!

Chen Chenmu Ran stiffly knocked on the keys a few times, but he didn't start for a long time, and finally suddenly turned his head sideways and asked, "Xiao Yangzi, what did you play just now?" ”

"Chopin's Serenade! Why, Uncle Chen is going to play this one? That's great, there are a few difficult points in Serenade that I'm not very familiar with, and it's time for you to learn from them. An Chenyang saw that he was looking for death by himself, and he smiled brightly!

"Really? Then you'll have to listen carefully, I'll just play it once. Chen Chen's head was like a puppy, his eyes were sharp, and his momentum changed suddenly.

The next moment, a wonderful piano sounded!

If you want me to be embarrassed, mén doesn't have it, don't you be a toddler in Handan, Lao Tzu possessed Chopin to let you be a little king-bastard to see what a real pianist is, what art is, and what is respect for elders!

Chen Chen hasn't used the possession function of the pickle girl notebook for a long time, first, it is not necessary, and secondly, he also wants to exercise his own ability, and he doesn't want to rely too much on foreign objects, no matter how magical the pickle girl notebook is, it can't make him really grow, and he can only serve the public if he has excellent skills, but he can't use it today.

An Chenyang was stupid after listening to the first syllable, he is not a mén outsider, how can he not hear how high the other party's level is, my God, it is recognized that it is the late famous Russian pianist Anton Rubinstein who can interpret "Serenade" to infinitely close to Chopin's level, but today even if he is an old man who comes to life, he has to take off his hat and salute after hearing the "Serenade" played by this person.

An Yuemei's eyes were rippling, and she was surprised, what was going on? Didn't he just say that he had never learned the piano? Now it has performed a beautiful sound that is fascinating, even if Chopin is reborn, right?

Xiao Mei'er held her chin and stared at her beloved little man affectionately, my king, how many secrets do you still have in this life that I don't know?

Everyone is immersed in the moving melody, there is no friend or foe at this moment, there is no disagreement, there is no trickery, the magic of music can purify people's hearts, at this moment, there is only one interpreter, a group of listeners.

Chen Chen knocked down the last note, pushed away the stool and stood up, looked at the stunned An Chenyang, patted his head and said, "Do you understand?" ”

The poor little máo child was stunned, nodded stupidly, and returned to his place calmly, it seems that he will not dare to make tricks in the future.

However, there are many people who don't want to see Chen Chen in the limelight fighting for An Yue, and before a certain man returned to his seat, he didn't have time to take a breath, and a little P boy came up and said that he wanted to write a Fu Lu Shou as a birthday gift to An Jinlong. ..., An Yue tilted her head and chuckled: "It seems that there are a lot of people who are making trouble for you tonight, let's be honest, do you know calligraphy?" ”

Chen Chen said very stinkily: "Don't worry, your men's piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all knowledgeable, you wait to see Lao Tzu shake them to death!" ”

This little máo child named An Chenxuan is even younger, about seven or eight years old, but he is no worse than his brother when he plays scheming, and after his birthday, he came over with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and said with a sly face: "Uncle Chen, China is an ancient civilization, and there have been many calligraphers since ancient times, so you must have dabbled in it, right?" Why don't you just let us open our eyes? ”

"Naughty, naughty!" Chen Chen held the pen and tapped the little guy's eyebrows with the tip of the pen, those who dare to provoke Lao Tzu have to suffer a little, and you deserve insomnia for a week after you go back, so that you are not well-intentioned!

An Yue personally cleaned up the basin on the table and said in a low voice: "Okay? If it doesn't work, don't force it, let me send him. ”

"No problem, look at your man to make him proud, and he is ashamed to go!" Chen Chen smiled lightly, and then was a little worried, as the little pat said, there are too many Chinese calligraphers, who should be the best buddy? Wang Xizhi? Wang Xianzhi? Liu Gongquan? Yan Zhenqing? Or Huang Gongwang?

If you have it, let's let the buckle go to the headache, anyway, whoever you possess is enough to kill this little P child in seconds!

However, a certain man made a mistake, and the dog is also vindictive, he just closed the buckle and confinement, this is not retribution, and the dead dog actually chose Qin Hui for him!

Chen Chen's face turned green, and he scolded in his heart, but he learned to be obedient, and the proud yīn who hid in the pickled girl's notebook just couldn't laugh.

Well, count you hard!

Qin Hui on Qin Hui, although people are traitors are great ministers, but it is indeed one of the top calligraphers of the Song Dynasty, and the Song style used by the world today was first created by him, which can be seen at the bottom of his book.

Chen Chen glanced at the ill-intentioned people present with his pen, and the corners of his mouth showed a touch of ridicule, what is more enjoyable than others wanting to see you look good, but you use your strength against the sky to fight back fiercely and slap the other party a loud slap?

You want me to get out of trouble, don't you? You want to compare calligraphy and painting with me, right? So is it better to compare poetry and songs? Okay, come on, watch Lao Tzu dump your big-eared melon seeds one by one, and kill you cleanly!

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