145, Ling Jia

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Ling Yinyue smiled evilly, blinked and said, "There is nothing else important, just now I saw that you were able to talk to my little fan." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 infoI want you to teach me so that I can also talk to Xiaofan. ā€

Seeing Ling Yinyue's expression, Wu Zhe was stunned for a moment, and then lowered his head in embarrassment and shook his head: "I'm sorry, I don't have time." ā€

"Eh, you wait. Say it, what benefits do you want. ā€

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Wu Zhe rolled his eyes and continued to push the wheelchair back. I was nervous and forgot to use the remote control, after all, he got along with the girl relatively little, and most of the thirty-five years in the dream were with the dream awakening, and he rarely came into contact with the opposite sex. Now in a room alone with a member of the opposite sex, he really can't get used to it all of a sudden.

"Then you say, how can you teach me?"

Wu Zhe looked up at Ling Yinyue, the two were close, Wu Zhe saw Ling Yinyue's face carefully for the first time, thinking that this girl was a little mature, and she should be older than herself.

After glancing at Ling Yinyue a few times, Wu Zhe was defeated, lowered his head again, and said, "I'm really not that empty." You're looking for the wrong person, weren't you still chatting with your little fan just now? ā€

Ling Yinyue was anxious, but thinking that she was asking for someone now, she immediately calmed down and said slowly: "I can only know what she is talking about through Xiao Fan's movements, and I can't communicate with her directly like you." ā€

"I'm sorry, I can't help you. I have other things to do, so I'll go first..."

"You..."

Ling Yinyue trotted a step forward and picked up the yellow pipa that had attracted Wu Zhe earlier. When his fingers touched, as soon as the sound of the piano came out, Wu Zhe's head immediately became uncomfortable, and his whole body had no strength to move again.

Wu Zhe rubbed his head, uncomfortable, and said with difficulty: "You... What is this for.."

"I'm sorry, if you don't teach me, I'll make you feel like this forever."

"Squeak?" - Little Furball wondered what was wrong with Wu Zhe.

"Little furball, why are you okay?"

"Squeak squeak.."

Knowing that the little hairball would not be affected by the sound of the piano, Wu Zhe put his mind at ease and endured it all the time.

The sound of the pipa playing became faster and faster, and Ling Yinyue saw Wu Zhe's ears bleeding before she stopped.

Ling Yinyue looked at Wu Zhe's appearance, her heart was slightly shocked, and she said slowly: "Even if you die, you won't teach me?" So backbone? ā€

Wu Zhe gritted his teeth, closed his eyes tightly, rubbed his ears, and after a long time, he came back to his senses, stared at Ling Yinyue fiercely and said, "I hate it when others threaten me the most. ā€

Ling Yinyue was stunned by Wu Zhe's heart, she didn't say a word, she felt a little wronged, and her eyes moistened. Girls are like this, obviously they are bullying others, and in the end they feel wronged.

Wu Zhe was a little helpless, his eyes returned to normal, he shook his head and said, "You are still wronged." ā€

From childhood to adulthood, everyone who saw Ling Yinyue was gentle and friendly to her, Wu Zhe was still the first person to be so fierce to her, the more Ling Yinyue thought about it, the more aggrieved she became, she completely forgot to maintain her personal image, and tears rushed out of her eyes.

I couldn't stand the girl crying, Wu Zhe thought about it, and asked embarrassedly: "It's not impossible for me to teach you to talk to Xiaofen, but you have to tell me, why do you play this pipa, my head hurts, and I have no strength in my whole body." ā€

Hearing that Wu Zhe was going to teach herself, Ling Yinyue immediately burst into tears and smiled, and nodded in agreement-she is very fond of Xiaofan, so she attaches so much importance to Wu Zhe.

Wu Zhe saw the speed at which Ling Yinyue's face changed, rolled his eyes and asked, "You won't be pretending, right?" ā€

Ling Yinyue sat on the sofa and said with a smile: "Soldiers are not tired of cheating. Just now it was my martial art "Controlling the Sound Duel", as long as I play this Huangli pipa and then release the Controlling Sound Duel, other people who are lower than me will hear it and be like you just now. You're the first person to last that long under my command. ā€

"The sound of the sound... Can you play other instruments as well? ā€

Ling Yinyue shook her head and said, "Have you heard of our Ling family?" ā€

Wu Zhe shook his head. Ling Yinyue continued: "The Ling family's most profound martial arts, and those who have the qualifications to learn the sound control will only appear two or three in a few decades, and the people who have obtained the qualifications are not necessarily the direct bloodline of the Ling family. ā€

"What do you mean?" Wu Zhe continued to ask curiously.

"Just being able to control the sound doesn't have any effect, and it has to be recognized by the Ling family as an ancestral instrument."

Wu Zhe couldn't understand it again: "Ancestral musical instrument? ā€

"Oh, don't you even know about our Ling family? Our Ling family has five ancestral musical instruments, namely Ling Fan's grandfather's white flute, my Huangli pipa, Ling Tiange's Jiugong flute, and two instruments that have not found a new owner, namely the round belly drum and the black eagle piano. Only with the approval of these five instruments can they be played and the sound can be used.

I was able to move it only with the approval of the Huangli pipa, and my father said that because the previous owner of the Huangli pipa was my grandmother, I could be recognized by it.

Because of this, people who have been recognized by ancestral musical instruments are also called instrument keepers in the Ling family. ā€

Wu Zhe seemed to understand whether he understood or not, looked at the pipa in Ling Yinyue's hand and asked, "Huangli pipa?" ā€

"Hmm."

Wu Zhe asked a lot of questions, and then asked: "If your Huangli pipa is broken, won't the sound you learn to be useless?" ā€

"Yes, but my Huangli pipa will not be broken, he is the ancestral instrument of our Ling family, and it has not been damaged for hundreds of years."

Wu Zhe nodded and stopped talking. Ling Yinyue looked at him and smiled, "No problem?" ā€

"Hmm."

"Then it's my turn, I've answered so many questions from you, shouldn't you also teach me how to talk to Xiao Fan?"

Wu Zhe was thinking about how to explain that he understood what he heard and sniffed Baoling, he was not familiar with Ling Yinyue, and he didn't want to say anything about himself and Xiao Maoqiu.

After a while, Wu Zhecai said: "If you want to talk to your little fan, you have to enter its heart first." Only by being true friends can you know what the other person is saying. As for the first step, you can make her some delicious food... And also... Your little fan doesn't like to wear clothes... Don't dress it in all those weird decorations..."

"Squeak..."

Knowing that Sniffing Baoling was a glutton, Wu Zhe could only tell Ling Yinyue vaguely.

Ling Yinyue took off Xiao Pink's dress, and the latter squeaked happily a few times. Sure that what Wu Zhe said was right, Ling Yinyue frowned again and said, "But my little fan, she doesn't like to eat the things made by our sisters." ā€

"I can't help it."

"Can you understand Xiao Fan's words, do you also have a sniffer of Baoling by your side? Or have you been exposed to Olfactory Spirit? ā€

"Squeak squeak.." - Ling Yinyue finally asked the point, and Xiao Fan called out while nodding.

"Okay, that's the case, you see the little fans are all nodding."