"This is my own. I searched all over the place, but no guitar store was open. I had no choice but to go home and give him my own guitar first. I hope he doesn't I'll be so disappointed, I'll buy him a new one in a few days." Fang Zhiqiang nodded.

"You really have a guitar, I thought you were joking." Wang Yaxin took Fang Zhiqiang's clothes to the cloakroom and hung them up, then walked out and asked Fang Zhiqiang with a smile.

"I quite like music. I was very interested in it when I was in college. I was obsessed with it for a while. However, later I realized that interest cannot be used as a living. The dream became reality, and in the end I just I gave up and forgot about it. It wasn’t Xiaoyu who wanted it this time, and I had already forgotten that I still had such a guitar." Fang Zhiqiang also smiled and said, for some reason, the original bad mood returned. After entering this home and seeing Wang Yaxin, all of a sudden disappeared into thin air.

Just as he was talking, the random sound of strings began to sound over there.

"Dad, teach me to play! Teach me to play this!" Wang Jingyu shouted over there.

Fang Zhiqiang smiled and walked over.

"Dad, play it for me first. Come on, play it for me again." Wang Jingyu handed the guitar to Fang Zhiqiang and said.

Fang Zhiqiang took over the guitar and touched the guitar, which had some paint peeling off. Unexpectedly, he thought of his youthful and crazy green years again.

　"What should I play for you? There doesn't seem to be any music suitable for children. Let's do this. I'll play a random song and sing and play. You'll know what it's like to play the guitar. Yes." Fang Zhiqiang thought for a while and said.

Fang Zhiqiang plucked the strings, then started playing, and then he sang along: "Night is a person's grand carnival, his eyes want to travel far away, it's just the darkness of the night After breaking the wings of longing, what makes a person's loneliness turn into a starry sky? Needless to say, tonight I will only drink wine and talk with loneliness. Who is who, who are you, who is yours, only loneliness can Who and who is mine..."

This is the song written by Huang Wanting. Holding this guitar, he thought of many songs he had played before, but almost every song contained There were shadows about Nie Qian, so he didn't want to sing, and finally chose this song written by Huang Wanting.

Wang Jingyu just watched Fang Zhiqiang’s hands playing on the strings curiously. He was so young and didn’t know whether to listen to these things. However, Wang Yaxin, who had been standing aside and watching, was attracted by Fang Zhiqiang. I was moved by her singing, I was really moved. Just like Huang Wanting said at the beginning, Fang Zhiqiang's voice is a bit deep, but it is actually very suitable for interpreting this song. It can move people more and bring people into the somewhat sad and lonely artistic conception that this song wants to express.

After Fang Zhiqiang finished playing, Wang Yaxin sat down next to Fang Zhiqiang, clapped her hands and said, "I really didn't expect you to sing so well."

"Ten million Don't say that, I just sang randomly and I really didn't have any skills. Back then, when I was in school, I really liked guitar, folk songs and rock. I played this for a while at that time. When it comes to singing, I really have no skills. , I haven't learned this, so don't praise me. Xiaoyu, do you still like guitar?" Fang Zhiqiang asked.

"I like it." Wang Jingyu sat there obediently and nodded.

"Nie... Qian, this is..." Wang Yaxin suddenly saw the words on the guitar and asked curiously.

Fang Zhiqiang was stunned, looked down, hesitated, and said: "This guitar was... given to me by my ex-girlfriend. She was a student at the time and was very innocent, so she carved it on it. Her name. Don't get me wrong, I didn't throw away this guitar. It doesn't mean that I can't bear to forget her, because this guitar is not only about her memory, but more about my university and my whole life. Youth, so... so I have never been willing to throw it away."

Fang Zhiqiang was afraid that Wang Yaxin would misunderstand, so he said quickly.

Wang Yaxin smiled after hearing this, and then said: "You really misunderstood me. I was just curious about why there is a name on it. I never meant to interrogate you, so don't be nervous. Two. When individuals are together, what is needed is trust, tolerance and understanding. The most important thing is trust. I have always believed in one sentence: you can't keep those who want to leave, and you can't drive away those who want to stay. Who hasn't gone to college? Who hasn't had a first love? What? How could I care about this? Besides, you don’t care about my past, so how can I care about your past? Don’t think too much about it."

Fang Zhiqiang grinned after listening to Wang Yaxin’s words He giggled at Wang Yaxin. He really didn't know what to say about Wang Yaxin's tolerance, understanding and generosity.

"Dad, dad, teach me, teach me." When Wang Jingyu saw that Fang Zhiqiang had been talking to Wang Yaxin, he immediately stopped. Feeling left out, Wang Jingyu quickly pulled Fang Zhiqiang.

"Okay, okay, I'll teach you, walk around, go to the study, I'll probably teach you, this is too big, you can't even hold it, daddy will buy it for you next time One suitable for children to play..." Fang Zhiqiang took the guitar and led Wang Jingyu to the study, talking as he walked.

Wang Yaxin looked at Fang Zhiqiang and Wang Jingyu and couldn't help but smile happily again.

That night, Fang Zhiqiang and Wang Yaxin were lying on the bed. Wang Jingyu had fallen asleep. Wang Yaxin turned off the lights, leaving only the dim wall lamps on, creating a sense of atmosphere in the room. Warm feeling.

Fang Zhiqiang held Wang Jingyu in his arms after Wang Jingyu fell asleepHe moved Wang Jingyu to the side, moved to the side, and then fell asleep in the middle, hugging Wang Yaxin.

Wang Yaxin smiled and said nothing.

Of course Fang Zhiqiang would not be honest. He held Wang Yaxin and began to move his hands up and down Wang Yaxin's body, specifically attacking sensitive places.

Wang Yaxin finally grabbed Fang Zhiqiang’s hand and said: “Stop making trouble, not today.”

“Huh?” Fang Zhiqiang, who was already in a state of excitement, was a little bit stunned.

"Auntie is here, please bear with me for a few days." Wang Yaxin said apologetically.

"Why do you still have this thing? If you don't come early, you won't come later." Fang Zhiqiang felt as if he was poured down from the head by a bucket of ice water, let go, and hugged Wang Yaxin.

Wang Yaxin turned sideways and slept directly on Fang Zhiqiang’s arm, holding Fang Zhiqiang and lying in Fang Zhiqiang’s arms like a little woman.

"Zhiqiang, my mother called me again today." Wang Yaxin said.

　“Well, what did you say?”

　“After telling them about their arrangements, they have already started making arrangements for our return.”

"How are you all arranged?" Fang Zhiqiang asked.