Sister Qingxia shook her head. "Childe, Qingxia has nothing to do, it's just ...... Well, I remember that at that time, Childe also recited a poem in front of Qingxia, but unfortunately, Childe never gave it away. Sister Qingxia looked at me with a pair of beautiful eyes, full of anticipation.

Let's go, let me write enough at a time, anyway, it's the hardest time for me to refuse the request of the opposite sex, especially the request of a beautiful girl.

Copy the poems recited in the Mansion of Chu that day on the rice paper, and hand it to Sister Qingxia, well, Sister Qingxia's copy was surprised and happy, as if she had obtained an extremely precious treasure, watching her carefully take it back to her room, the corners of my son's mouth couldn't help but lift slightly.

An hour later, my sister finally came back, and I was so anxious that I heard my sister describe that when Li Yaoguang received my reply, her eyes were blurred, her pretty face was flushed, she smirked twice from time to time, and she was so happy that she was restless. These words are indeed very effective, and the ancients did not deceive me.

Under the joy of this son, at the request of the sister-in-law, he personally plagiarized it? Wrong, it is a special poem to give the sister. My sister is finally satisfied.

On the second night, Ben Gongzi finally got two guitars that I used in later generations, well, round like two gourds, with more than double the sound of the pipa, and on the long piano, every tooth is so clear.

The whole guitar still smells of paint, but it doesn't matter, it's just a small smell of paint, which is much better than the benzene gas of later generations. The paints used in this era are absolutely naturally occurring, and they are definitely not bioweapons of the 21st century.

After getting my hands on it, I played a dozen or so smooth and light chords, and sure enough, it felt no different from the guitar I used in the future. Ben Gongzi happily carried the two guitars and compared them with each other, well, there is no difference, the difference is just that one handle is a little thinner, and the other is a little thicker.

Now that I've tried it, I feel that the sound resonance of the slightly thicker guitar is even stronger, and it's pretty good anyway. After telling the craftsman to get a few more, Ben Gongzi began to practice.

Well, although I haven't touched this thing for more than a year, but as soon as I got my hands on it, I quickly found it back after many years of musicality and feel, and a song of my favorite "Rain's Imprint" was interpreted by Ben Gongzi like a cry, the sweetness and melancholy of memories, as well as the deep attachment, perfectly interpreted.

At the end of the last note, Ben Gongzi finally sighed with satisfaction, and regained his feelings, as if he had found the feeling of sitting on the steps, facing the beautiful girls walking on the campus path, playing the guitar.

And in front of me, there is really a beautiful girl, Sister Qingxia doesn't know when, she is already in tears, her eyes are obsessively looking at the bright starry sky outside the window, as if, in the deep sky, I saw an incomparably poignant and touching story.

Seeing her like this, I gently put the guitar in my arms aside, and quickly took out a silk handkerchief from my sleeve and handed it to Sister Qingxia.

Sister Qingxia took the silk handkerchief, wiped the tears from her face, and showed a stunning smile. "It's all to blame for the son, who made Qingxia cry...... In the sadness of such a song, Qingxia really has nothing to say. If Childe compares this song, Qingxia believes that you will definitely win. ”

Speaking of this, Sister Qingxia paused and asked, "Dare to ask Childe, what is the name of this song?" ”

"The name of this piece is 'Traces of Rain,' and it's something I wrote when I was still living at my uncle's house." I thought about it and decided to give her my real name. Of course, as for the author of this song, of course, it is me, a great, excellent, and morally noble gentleman who is an excellent traverser.

"Traces of the rain...... It's so good, this song is like crying, like that dripping raindrops, enough to moisten people's hearts. It's a fitting name. Sister Qingxia couldn't help but sigh lightly with an intoxicated face, and her beautiful eyes rippled and fell on my face. The talent of the son really made Qingxia admire. ”

Ben Gongzi expressed very modestly that he was actually just an occasional inspiration, not a deliberate creation, not a great talent, and Sister Qingxia hoped that I could write down the music and leave her a copy, she hoped to be able to adapt it into a piano song, and hoped that Ben Gongzi would be perfect.

Ben Gongzi suddenly crashed, Yu smiled and explained, although Ben Gongzi has musical talent, but he is not good at notation, well, when he adapted the musical or something, he asked Li Shimin or Li Yaoguang to help record the score.

“… I only use staves to keep notation, because I haven't studied music systematically, so I can only use the way I feel fit. ”

"Staves, I don't know if you can demonstrate it in person, so that Qingxia can open her eyes." Sister Qingxia's face was full of curiosity, well, a very studious young artist, let's go, satisfying her little wish is completely a gesture for this son.

Ben Gongzi brought a piece of rice paper, drew five long lines with a pencil and ruler made of graphite, and then told Sister Qingxia the meaning of each symbol and the sound represented by the symbol above the position of the staff.

It is not difficult to say that the stave, but it is not very simple to say, however, with such an excellent traverser as a teacher, the intelligent Sister Qingxia only took less than two hours to roughly understand the function and use of the stave.

"Childe is highly talented, in this way, no matter what kind of instrument it is, it only needs to be compared with this kind of music score, and it can be played." Sister Qingxia, who has learned the skills of staves, has an unbelievable essence in her eyes, although she has been sitting for more than two hours, she still looks so energetic.

"Pretty much...... Anyway, as long as you learn this thing, you will definitely be able to make a difference after learning and using it. Ben Gongzi yawned very covertly, well, although it was a very pleasant thing to teach the beautiful girl to learn music by himself.

However, the spittle stars flew sideways for almost four hours, so that the water in Ben Gongzi's body was reduced by at least one-fifth, although he kept drinking ginger tea, but his throat still felt that there was a tendency to rub and catch fire.

It seems that I need to take a break, Sister Qingxia is still there excitedly holding the textbooks I wrote down and muttering non-stop, and after a few silent responses, I decided to discuss national affairs with Zhou Gong.

When I woke up the next morning, huh? I actually slept in bed for Mao? Obviously, I remember that I slept directly on the table last night. And the coat and shoes and socks on his body have been taken off.

Just as I was sitting on the bed in a daze, there was a slight sound of the door, and a bright sun shrouded me, and the shadow of Sister Qingxia came into my eyes. "Childe, you're awake."

"Uh-huh, how did I sleep here? You asked that guy Yuanfang to move me here? Ben Gongzi said with some doubts.

Sister Qingxia walked into the room with a copper basin, and when she heard my words, she couldn't help but smile and look back at me. "Of course not, it was almost midnight at that time, and it was Qingxia who brought you over.

“…… What do you mean? This doesn't sound good to your ears. Ben Gongzi glared at her stupidly, snorted dissatisfiedly, took the towel handed by Sister Qingxia and wiped his face.

"If Qingxia said it directly, I'm afraid that you will be more ...... if it's your son" Speaking of this, Sister Qingxia smiled silently, that look, it was like watching a little brother make a fuss, damn, although this son... Hmm, it seems that Sister Qingxia also has more than one meter and seven meters, Khan, even if you are three years older than me and taller than me, what is it

"Say, I really don't believe it, tell me how you got me out of the study...... Come here. Ben Gongzi threw the towel back into the basin, and after looking at it, he decided to stand up directly on the bed and look at her condescendingly.

Sister Qingxia's pretty face was flushed, and her watery eyes revealed a hint of brilliant brightness. "It was Qingxia who brought you over."

Bang long ...... Ben Gongzi's jaw and eyes all fell to the floor, and it took a long time to pick up these parts and put them up, staring at this beautiful girl who was ashamed of Dada. "You brought me here?" Oh, the true god of Amitabha, who sells cakes, is such a polite gentleman and an excellent gentleman as this son, and he was actually carried back to the house by a beautiful girl, and he took off his clothes.

Although the process is very fragrant and yearning, there is a problem, it is not that I deliberately took the beautiful girl back and then stripped her naked and sat next to her to play the pervert of Megumi Yanagishita. Instead, I was hugged by a beautiful girl

"Childe, you're fine, are you?" Sister Qingxia's pretty face became redder and redder, but it was not shy, it was more like the feeling of holding back her laughter, and she also covered her mouth with her hand in disguise, covering it tightly, for fear that she would really laugh out loud.

Bengong, whose face was purple and his eyebrows were like lying silkworms, breathed deep in the fresh air and worked hard to hypnotize himself. The air is so fresh, the world is so beautiful, everything is a floating cloud, all the troubles and sorrows will quietly leave, the problem is that this girl is still standing in front of me, smiling badly, no matter how you look at it, she looks like a fox who has become a god.

Ben Gongzi jumped out of bed and walked to the door to take a look, fortunately, there was no one outside for the time being, Ben Gongzi breathed a sigh of relief, leaned in front of Sister Qingxia and whispered: "That, last night, no one heard or saw it, right?" ”

Sister Qingxia's crystal teeth bit her plump and sexy lips, and her charming eyes almost rippled my little liver, so she nodded slowly.

"This morning, no one knows about it, right?" Ben Gongzi swallowed a mouthful of saliva very covertly and whispered.