"Oh, Guzheng teacher, you eat grilled fish." Gong Yi handed Jin Jing a grilled fish. Jin Jing took it, excited, seeing that her teacher was happy, and Qin Lang was also very happy.

"Uncle Gong, can you invite Mr. Jin to watch any concerts in the future?" Qin Lang asked.

Jin Jing looked at Gong Yi expectantly with the grilled fish, Gong Yi kept a polite smile and said, "There are special channels for ticket sales for my concerts or registration for master classes, or special people take care of them, I don't care about these things." ”

This remark made Kim Seung-young very unhappy to hear.

She pulled Jin Jing aside and said, "I don't think his character is good, it's just a very snobbish ......."

Jin Jing disagreed, "Which master is not like this?" It's normal for the master to behave like this, okay? You just listen to his class and follow him to learn how to teach guzheng, but you don't want to learn how to be a human being from him. ”

"Character is like a piano, learn art from others, and learn from others to be a man."

Kim Seung-young suddenly began to teach himself a lesson, and Kim Jing was very unaccustomed to it.

"You take care of yourself, let Ye Zhiqiu grill the fish for you, and my male god grilled the fish for me, is this a blessing that everyone can enjoy?" Jin Jing continued to be her fan sister.

Jin Shengying pouted, she didn't like Ye Zhiqiu anymore, why did she want to eat Ye Zhiqiu's grilled fish? If you don't like a person and eat his grilled fish, what can it be like?

After eating several grilled fish from Gong Yi in a row, Jin Jing was about to ask Gong Yi some knowledge of guzheng teaching, but it suddenly rained.

Xiang Xiang and Gao Jinxian went home with everyone, Ye Zhiqiu took a few carefully packaged grilled fish to them, and said: "I heard that Miss Xiang is pregnant, these grilled fish are dipped in sour plum sauce, and they are the most appetizing to eat, I believe that pregnant women will like it, take it back and give it to Miss Xiang to taste." ”

The couple said to Ye Zhiqiu that they had "a heart" and left the Blue Flower Dock with Qin Shanhai and his party.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the hula-la-la-hula lively old house of the Qin family suddenly fell silent, except for the sound of rain and wind, there was no trace of a person.

Bai Lotus, Qin Lang, and Qin Langhua closed the door of the old house and went upstairs.

Qin Langhua held the grilled fish in his hand, and said as he went upstairs: "I'm going to take the grilled fish to my father to eat." ”

Qin Lang also held a grilled fish in his hand: "Dad prefers to eat my grilled fish!" ”

Looking at the backs of the two children, Bai He didn't say anything and cleaned up the house.

Qin Xiaojin probably lost the quarrel with Qin Shanhai, and he was in a bad mood, so he hid.

After losing the quarrel, he slept with his head bored, this is what Bai He can think of.

However, two children ran down from the stairs, each holding a skewer of grilled fish.

"Mommy, Mommy, Daddy isn't upstairs, not in the room!"

The two children vied with each other.

Bai He was stunned, she watched Qin Xiaojin walk into the Qin family's old house gloomily, as for when he went out again, Bai He didn't pay attention.

took out his mobile phone to dial Qin Xiaojin's number, and the mobile phone rang, but the mobile phone was left at home, and Qin Xiaojin did not bring the mobile phone.

"Where is Daddy going?" Qin Langhua asked.

"Mom, let's go find him!" Qin Lang was also very anxious.

I can only look for it.

The mother and son each held an umbrella and left the old house of the Qin family.

"Qin Xiaozu—"

"Daddy—"

On a rainy night, with anxious calls, jacarandas fell.

The dim streetlights swayed in the wind and rain.

Where will Qin Xiaojin be?

All Bai He can think of is Niu Wanxi's tomb-

Mother and son were one foot deep and one foot shallow in the muddy ground, and the light of the flashlight could illuminate very little, but at last they crossed the ridge and groped their way to the low grave under the jacaranda tree.

A man huddled in front of the low grave.

Drenched all over, with his hair wet and wet all over his body, he sat on the ground and hugged himself like a little hedgehog.

"Ozu—"

"Daddy—"

A woman and two children pounced on the helpless man, and the three of them hugged him together.