Chen asked, "Compose on the spot?"

"Yes, this song is my current mood." Xiao Yan replied.

The syllables touched by the fingers are connected into a tune, which is melodious and tactful.The first half is passionate, and the middle is too low for two tones. It is still flowing, and it goes straight to the gentleness of the second half.

Pulled into Jiang Yichen's heartstrings.

His eyes are as gentle as the current rhythm.

Xiao Yan opened his eyes.

"It's really nice." Jiang Yichen applauded.

Xiao Yan: "Let me teach you how to play."

He hung the guitar on Jiang Yichen's shoulder, put his arms around Jiang Yichen's back, and showed his fingers, "This is doi, this is mi..."

The two of them had a great time, and within a long time, Jiang Yichen learned half of the repertoire, even though he played it garbledly.

Xiao Yan didn't feel disgusted at all, and praised Jiang Yichen from time to time.He is a person who is not good at rainbow farts, but he still can't help but praise this person.

At the end of the half song, Jiang Yichen was tired from playing, put down the guitar, and asked, "Where do you want to go tomorrow?"

Xiao Yan thought for a long time and said, "On Sunday, there will be an antique exhibition. I haven't been there for a long time."

Antique appraisal, a hobby that can be remembered by him, is really not easy.

The corner of Jiang Yichen's mouth pressed against Xiao Yan's ear and said, "Okay."

Xiao Yan raised his lips.

Really, every minute and every second with Jiang Yichen passed quickly.Even without doing anything, I feel at ease and happy.

What kind of magical power does Jiang Yichen have?

The author has something to say: After nine hours of writing, the phone's battery has changed from 100% to 0%, and the day after the day has passed, please collect mua.

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