Chapter 317 (Supplementary Words) Counterattack actress and the second ancestor of the Beijing circle 13

The system also senses that something is wrong with the host.

"Cha Cha, are you sick?" It asked worriedly.

During this time, Cha Jiu did not take the original medicine for mental illness on time.

However, her emotions and behaviors are normal, leading the system to think that the original illness has no effect on her.

Now, I am afraid that this is not the case!

"Who said that? I'm in great shape, better than ever. ”

Cha Jiu hummed a little song and walked straight to the black piano next to the choir.

She even felt that she was the most mighty lion king of the grassland, and wanted to climb to the top of the church and scream at the top of the church.

System: "...... Finished. ”

This narcissistic degree.

It's hard to believe that it's not an illness.

Cha Jiu's fingertips scratched a long mark on the ash lid, and suddenly blessed his heart, looking at Jin Siyan through several rows of benches, his eyes flowing.

"Jin Siyan, can you play the piano? Let's create a song together, shall we? A song that belongs only to you and me. ”

Jin Siyan stepped on the broken glass and walked in, and his feet "creaked".

"I don't know how to play the piano."

Cha Jiu clasped his hands together and looked forward to it: "When the time comes, we can play this song at our wedding." ”

Jin Siyan lifted his eyes to look at her, and only felt funny: "We won't get married either." ”

Cha Jiu Mei Zizi said: "Our wedding must be the most special. ”

Jin Siyan: "......"

This guy wasn't listening to him at all, was he?

"Ahem."

Cha Jiu lifted the lid and choked on the dust that flew up.

Jin Siyan was helpless, held the back of her neck and pulled the distance back, covered her mouth and nose, frowned to clean up the dust on the piano.

It's dirty.

If it weren't for Chajiu, it would have to be used.

He wouldn't touch the dirty piano at all.

Jin Siyan used more than a dozen paper towels to wipe the keys clean.

Cha Jiu stood by and watched him busy, and said curiously: "I thought that for a wealthy kid like you, one or two musical instruments were compulsory. ”

Jin Siyan laughed: "Our family is a nouveau riche, and we don't pay attention to cultivating any artistic sentiments. I'm not the kind of wealthy son you imagine, humble and polite, full of wealth. ”

"And what are you like?"

"Superficial, cheesy, irritable, and retributive."

He casually spat out one negative adjective after another, and finally seemed to think of something funny, hooked his lips and said, "They call me a mad dog behind my back." ”

Jin Siyan's tone sounded full of interest.

He seems to appreciate this "nickname".

Cha Jiu nodded: "Coincidentally, no, I don't like your son, I like mad dogs." ”

Jin Siyan: "...... What if I start changing all of this tomorrow? ”

Cha Jiu said obediently: "Then I like your son from tomorrow." ”

Jin Siyan: "......"

I think you just like me.

It stands to reason that after the shadow brought by Jin's mother, Jin Siyan should have hated Cha Jiu's flamboyant and enthusiastic feelings.

The stronger the love, the easier it is to cause harm.

Strangely, so far, he has not felt any resentment.

"The pitch is not bad." After Cha Jiu's audition, he turned his head to look at Jin Siyan, his eyes burning, "You try to play a short piece casually, and I will transform it into what we want." ”

"I don't know how to play the piano." Jin Siyan reiterated.

"Let's try." Cha Jiu blinked and pleaded.

The silver moonlight filtered through the window, sprinkling on her body, gilding her with a layer of soft light.

It looks like a cunning fox pretending to be pitiful.

But Jin Siyan just eats this set.

He played a clip casually, and it sounded boring and dull.

But Cha Jiu was full of interest, and his slender snow-white fingers landed on the black and white keys, enriching his sound with an active rhythm.

The dull music suddenly came alive.

The notes flown in sprites at her fingertips.

At first, Jin Siyan was amazed that Cha Jiu had an extraordinary talent for turning decay into magic in music.

Gradually, however, he sensed that something was wrong.