J God is a person, everyone knows it, and he is a famous healing master in the country.

He debuted in the C position of playing the harp, and only broadcast live once a week, for twenty minutes at a time, without showing his face or marketing, and he was low-key and terrible.

Everyone only knows that he is a man, but they don't know what he looks like or what his name is.

The harp he plays has the power to heal people's hearts, and it is very suitable for people who are stressed or depressed.

After Fu Pei's death in his previous life, Fu Ting's saddest time was to rely on listening to the J God Harp to feel better.

J God is her destiny, and every time J God starts broadcasting, she must watch it, but she only chases the sound of the piano, not people.

Now the development of the Internet is still very slow, unlike all kinds of video software in the future, which can only be broadcast live on YY now.

The picture quality is not clear enough, but it does not prevent Fu from listening to it.

After she entered the live broadcast room, the time was just right.

J God broadcasts in a different location each time, and this time it seems to be in a hotel room.

The man was wearing black trousers, sitting on a high stool, his legs were loosely put down, and he was holding a harp in his hand, in a rather sloppy position.

The not-so-bright environment, through the pitch-black floor, reflected his slender and thin figure.

Even if you don't show your face, it still gives people a charming feeling, which makes you can't help but be addicted to it.

He didn't have an opening remark, so he started playing directly.

The sound of the piano is low and elegant, like gurgling water, flowing all the way down the eardrum into the heart, which is so good.

Fu listened attentively, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on the harp, the only pair of hands that could see clearly, and they were too beautiful.

It was a hand that was more delicate and delicate than that of a woman.

The nails are very neatly trimmed, showing a flawless crescent white, with the action of playing the piano, the bone joints are raised clearly, the fingers are well-proportioned and slender, and under the index finger, there is a red dot, embellished with a hazy drunkenness.

Like a piece of fine jade, I can't wait to put it in my hand and knead it.

There is no barrage yet, and fans are frantically swiping the screen in the comment area.

[I love my brother's hand, kiss it in the air]

[Although I don't have a face, it doesn't prevent me from licking the screen]

[If I can touch this hand, I will die without regrets]

Although J God is low-key in business, his talent still makes him popular, and he has a very strong fan base.

How many entertainment companies want to win him over, but they can't even find out about him.

Twenty minutes are over, not a little more, no less than a point, J God put down the harp in his hand, and before turning off the live broadcast, he raised his fingers slightly and made an ending gesture.

Forthwith.

The low and melodious voice, like a warm sun with a lingering voice, was a little low in timbre, and slightly hoarse, "Today, that's it." ”

Fu Ting thought about it for a while, and sent a private message to God J that he had never had a chance to send, [Thank you for the sound of the piano, God J]

She didn't hope that God J would see it, but before turning off the computer, God J replied to her with a small expression of touching her head.

(｡ >∀<｡ )

Fu Ting couldn't help but hook his lips and smile, is this considered a success in chasing stars?

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The next day, Fu Ting continued to go back to school, and then used the time code words in the evening.

Three days later, the novel was successfully signed and began to be serialized on the Internet with 10,000 words a day, and every day was very busy.

Fu Pei always felt that Fu Ting had been doing bad things behind his back recently.

Several times I entered her room under the pretext of looking for something, and I saw her playing happily with the computer, and I couldn't help but sink my face, quite fierce, "Playing with the computer must be done in moderation, otherwise I will take it back." ”

Fu Ting looked at him with a smile, "Dad, what is your dream?" ”

Fu Pei was stunned.