The diners quietly watched the old man play the piano, which was simply intoxicated, and the sound of the piano was warm and calm, but it could hit people's hearts and soothe the lonely hearts of young people in the metropolis.

The old man's hundred-year-old skills, his hands with age spots are still steady, and the song he plays is "The Flower of the Three Strings", a well-known island style tune.

After strong winds and waves, witnessed criminal wars, and witnessed countless unjust souls, the sound of this python skin three-stringed piano is desolate and nostalgic.

He usually rarely performs for everyone, but today he should have met Wang Sihua, a food confidant, so he became interested.

Zhang Beiye was also moved by the sound of the piano, this is the third time he was moved by the music, the first time was Song Qianla's "Swan", sad and tactful, and the second time was Liang Shiyin's "Overlord Unloading the Armor", heroic and sad.

The sound of the old man's piano, like the rings of time, can remind people of the past, but unfortunately Zhang Beiye does not have the memory of the Yewang period.

He thought of Qianqian, who was suffering at this time, Mrs. Snake had a purpose, and would not move her for the time being, but Zhang Beiye was still very heartbroken, if something happened to Song Qian, even if she was rich and rivaled the country, what would it mean to be famous all over the world?

He thought of those wives who had fallen to the end of the world, because of the reputation of the wild king, they must have been hunted down by their old enemies, and they couldn't have died yet.

Zhang Beiye only cared about his thoughts, and his left hand was still holding Miyamoto Sakura's little beautiful hand, refusing to let go.

Miyamoto Sakura looked into his eyes and could see his sorrow, strange and angry, and the little scoundrel also had feelings?

She didn't want to do it in her own shop, otherwise her Onimaru knife would have flown out and be held in her left hand at this moment.

She tugged hard, Zhang Beiye held it tighter, and the two of them secretly exerted their strength, and the thirty-centimeter-thick countertop actually cracked, so frightened that Miyamoto Sakura hurriedly gave up running soul power.

What made her embarrassed and indignant was that Zhang Beiye turned his head to look at her, affectionately kissed the back of her hand.

Jun Hashimoto, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, was dumbfounded, is there still such a sassy operation, and someone dares to kiss President Miyamoto's hand directly?

"You...... It's dead. Sakura Miyamoto said, biting her lip.

"Tell me the truth, you're my wife." Zhang Beiye said.

"Bastard, let me go." Miyamoto Sakura shook it off fiercely, so angry that she hurriedly went to wash her hands, disgusting guy.

She couldn't wait to follow Zhang Beiye later, and kill him tonight.

But Madame said that Nagano Village in Asia must die tonight, because he betrayed Madame and dared to secretly sue the board of directors.

Otherwise, Zhang Beiye's matter would not have stabbed the board of directors at all, let alone alarmed the dead old ghost Takayama Hirofumi.

Miyamoto Sakura stood in front of the pool, scrubbing her hands vigorously, her fair skin was rubbed red, so angry, so angry.

These hands don't even dare to hold Shota Sasaki, a childhood sweetheart, you must know that they have been practicing knives together for more than ten years, and they were kissed by such a dead boy tonight.

The sound of the water made Miyamoto Sakura suddenly think of a dream, which was very vague.

She took a shower in a fancy hotel and brushed her teeth desperately, why did she brush her teeth, as if she had been forcibly kissed, and she had the smell of men's blood in her mouth.

No way, she hadn't been in contact with men.

The old man only played one song, wiped the python pipa, got up and went back to the room, and many diners were already in tears.

The sound of the piano can move people, this Zhang Beiye has felt it, but the fifth wife's horcrux is a python pipa, how can this thing be used to kill people?

The old man hung the piano in the kitchen casually, and returned to his post, the centenarian cooked for the guests all night, which was originally a very miraculous thing, this body was really good.

"Old man, is your three-string really wrapped in python skin?" Zhang Beiye asked.

The old man turned his head to look at him, first stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Yes, python skin is not a rare thing, it is a decorative object." ”

"Has the old gentleman ever heard of the python pipa?" Zhang Beiye asked.

"I've heard of it, but it's relatively rare to use python skin for pipa, I haven't studied the pipa, my ancestors were in the Yuan Dynasty, and once crossed the ocean to Yanjing to learn Yuan music from Guan Hanqing, and only learned the three strings. According to the genealogical records, he saw a woman in the Qinglou, and the pipa she played was made of python skin, which was said to be the thing used by Yu Ji. ”

The old man seems to know everything, but this kind of hundred-year-old monster speaks, you can never tell the truth from the false, he can tell the truth and the lie as the truth.

Zhang Beiye couldn't tell which country he was from, and the culture of the island country was basically imported from Chinese culture.

Although the old man's Mandarin has a strange and ancient accent, all kinds of allusions are at hand, which has to be admired.

Wang Sihua was stunned when he heard this, he is a rich second generation, he has gone abroad to study in aristocratic schools since he was a child, and he has almost forgotten about traditional culture.

For example, he couldn't figure out what Guan Hanqing was doing.

Zhang Beiye finally knows "Dou E's Injustice" and "Single Knife Meeting".

"Mr. Wang, I envy your sense of taste, I don't have it for a long time." The old man laughed.

Zhang Beiye looked at him and was shocked, is this old man dead?

No wonder he only cooks, never sees him taste food, and thinks he is exquisite, but it turns out that he has no sense of taste.

"What's your name, old man?" Wang Sihua asked.

"Just call me Big Humble." The old man said.

"Big humble, what do you mean?" Wang Sihua looked confused.

"In the Edo period, all the occupations of the blind were engaged in, swordsman, playing the pipa, shamisen, koto and other lowly folk artists, and the occupations of the lower nine ranks, collectively called zato. Just now this little gentleman talked to me about what happened 80 years ago, and I said that I was just a blind player, I couldn't see anything, I couldn't do anything. ”

"Then you don't have a real name, do you?" Wang Sihua asked stupidly, people obviously didn't want to say it.

"Forget and forget." The old man laughed.

At this time, Sakura Miyamoto came out of it, carrying a baseball bag, and said, "Grandpa, I'm out." ”

"Come back early and stay safe." The big seat head deliberately said it in Chinese.

Zhang Beiye patted Hashimoto Jun's little hand and said, "You will go back with Wang Sihua later, and call me if you have something." ”

"You...... Aren't you afraid that I'll run away? Jun Hashimoto asked stupidly.

"You can go if you want, go to school tomorrow." Zhang Beiye said.

Mrs. Snake doesn't care about the life or death of this little girl at all, why is she still by her side.

Could it be that she really let her be a personal maid, she is a good girl, can she not marry?

What times do you not need this kind of enjoyment.

After Zhang Beiye finished speaking, he shouted at Wang Sihua: "You will pay later, remember to go back early." ”

"Okay, there's nothing, it's just money, I'll talk to the old gentleman again, and I'll pay him the tuition later." Wang Sihua said.

Zhang Beiye hurriedly caught up with Sakura Miyamoto.

Xiao Jiu walked in the uninhabited alley with a knife on his back, and from behind, his figure was really good.

Zhang Beiye was worried that she would be discovered if she was so alert, so she could only go up to the roof and follow from above.

Less than ten minutes after he left, three guys in black suits entered the door, bowed to the big seat, and said, "Old man, let's arrest someone." ”

"Arrest whom?" The old man asked.

"This kid is a dead man, and he must be taken away."

Wang Sihua was immediately stunned, the spatula in his hand almost fell to the ground, and he was about to take out his mobile phone to call Zhang Beiye, but was stopped by the big seater.

"He's my guest, and you are not allowed to touch him tonight." The big seat said.

"But this is the instruction of the six generations."

"No one's instructions are good, don't you know the rules?" The big seat still said calmly, wiped his hands, and looked at a few people from the Shekou group.

Gao Shan Hongwen didn't catch Kara's gang, didn't get the Tianlei ring, he was very unwilling, and he was very faceless in front of Mrs. Snake, so Mrs. Snake went to Aomen and got a tiger head ring.

Now the gang of mafias who escaped must have hid in the embassy of the goose country.

He didn't want to turn the matter into an international dispute, so he needed Wang Sihua, a dead man, to ask the Metropolitan Police Department to go to the embassy to arrest people in the name.

The sixth generation of Takayama Hirofumi is not afraid of his wife, but there are seven seats on the board of directors of the Shekou Group, and there are five more powerful seniors on it, and his wife, Mrs. Snake, makes these five obedient.

If you don't have enough reasons and achievements, it's really hard to teach Mrs. Snake a good lesson.

He is the leader of the sixth generation of the Shekou Group, his adopted daughter Miyamoto Sakura and his wife Mrs. Snake, if they are all abducted by Zhang Beiye, it is better to die completely, and how can they have a face in the future.

For the sake of President Miyamoto Sakura, the three men in black have such respect for the big seat, but the orders of the six generations are more important, and they can't care so much.

A man in black suddenly shot out and grabbed Wang Sihua and dragged him out of the open kitchen.

"Help, help, little sister help!" Wang Sihua picked at the table, refused to let go, and shouted at Hashimoto Jun.

He knew that Zhang Beiye couldn't save himself if he was arrested this time, although he was a living dead, he could still inherit hundreds of billions of family wealth, chickens couldn't be hard, and he still had a peerless tongue.

I don't want to die completely.