Fresh wife is amazing

Chapter 3 Fresh Little Girl
Yang Fan was speechless.

The two sisters are indeed too similar, quiet and silent, like two identical rare treasures, he can never tell who is who.

"Send me a photo as well." Yang Fan said, standing up again.

When he was about to leave, he received a notification sound from WeChat.

Open it up and take a look.

It's not the sound of the photo, but the transfer notification.

Yang Fan looked at Liu Qianqian.

"I saw your circle of friends. I've been looking for a new job recently, but I haven't found it yet, right? I'll invite you this time. If there is another next time, you also find a job, and you'll have to invite me back again." Liu Qianqiantou Don't lift it up.

"Ding dong!"

Daozi mouth tofu heart, quite considerate, Yang Fan readily accepted the money.

"You..." Liu Qianqian's kindness just flew away: "You started too fast, right? Can't you go back and order in front of me?"

"I won't let your sisters suffer, and I will send you a poem before leaving, which is definitely worth the price of this meal." Yang Fan smiled happily.

"Who likes and who dislikes your poems?" Liu Qianqian's eyes widened. Do you think our sisters are little girls?

Yang Fan didn't care whether Liu Qianqian wanted it or not, he read: "There is a beautiful woman who is peerless and independent. One look at the city, two..."

Yang Fan said nothing.

Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian listened to the first three sentences, and their hearts blossomed step by step. This compliment and flattery are a bit useful.

But listen and listen, there is no text.

The two sisters were dumbfounded.

Especially Liu Yueyue, she is a very emotional girl, so she eats this one.

"What about the next sentence?"

Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian spoke in unison.

"I can't remember." Yang Fan shook his head and left. This meal was only worth the first three sentences.

"Let's go now?" Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian blankly watched Yang Fan go downstairs and leave, the poem hadn't finished yet.

half an hour.

"There are a lot of talented people on the Internet. Was it written by a netizen and he used it to coax us?" Liu Qianqian, who recovered, picked up her mobile phone and searched. For a moment, she did not believe that Yang Fan wrote the poem herself.

this search.

Not found.

"There is a beautiful woman in a mountain city" can't be found, neither can "Peerless and Independent" be found, let alone "A City of Alluring People".

The sound is that sound, you should have heard it right, even if you make a typo, you can still find it by searching.

Smart Search is no joke, it's powerful.

Enter "I love Alcoa", and a complete search of "I love beauty" can be found.

"Qianqian, what do you think the next sentence is Ergu?" Liu Yueyue asked, despite her tenderness, she was very gentle, but her temper was more urgent than her usual pungent sister.

"How do I know, when I look at the city of Qingren, I look at the collapse of the world and the collapse of the sky and the earth?" Liu Qianqian was like scratching her boots, gnashing her teeth in hatred, what kind of person, hook up and run away.

"How can this fruit completely destroy the artistic conception of the entire poem, and besides, your fruit is not neat and aligned." Liu Yueyue suddenly lost her appetite, and the food in front of her was dull.

After sitting down, the two sisters had their own concerns. Liu Yueyue was the first to say uncontrollably, "Qianqian, you must get the last sentence when you send him a WeChat message."

"Oh." Liu Qianqian immediately sent a message to Yang Fan.

Can wait for a long time, did not receive a reply.

"He's like this, he didn't respond to the message for a long time, and the second reply never existed." Liu Qianqian threw the phone on the table in anger.

"Is it the same when you returned his information?" Liu Yueyue knew her sister very well, and was a little unhappy.

"I... what am I doing so enthusiastically, what if he thinks I really want to play friends with him?" Liu Qianqian said.

After leaving the island, Yang Fan walked down a street and entered a piano shop.

After a while, he came out with a bagged guitar on his back.

Yang Fan bought it before the blind date, and has yet to pick up the goods.

Now after meeting and eating, the merchants and street lights on the street are starting to light up, and you can pick up the goods and go back.

After passing through the park, Yang Fan returned to the community where he lived.

At this time, Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian also left Shangdao.

"Let's go and see Aunt Thirteen." Liu Yueyue had already obtained Aunt Thirteen's phone number and address from her mother, and she also had a phone call with Aunt Thirteen.

As soon as she hung up the phone, she couldn't wait to drag her sister and rushed towards Aunt Thirteen's house excitedly.

Liu Yueyue's impression of Aunt Thirteen was still ten years ago, but even so, she was eager to see Aunt Thirteen again.

Especially hearing that Aunt Thirteen is now alone with the child, Liu Yueyue is very distressed.

Aunt Thirteen lived not far from the Shangdao family, and Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian were only 7 minutes away by car.

If it weren't for the traffic lights, if it wasn't for the mountain city being a 3D city, it would take 3 minutes to get there.

The two sisters drove the car into the community where Aunt Thirteen lived, got off the car and turned around in the community, looking for the residential building where Aunt Thirteen lived.

The layout of the residential real estate in the LC area of ​​Shancheng is not the kind that is square and neat, but a bit messy because the terrain is uneven.

Maybe it is in the building above, and the resident goes out and sees that the top floor of the building with the same number of floors below is at their feet.

On the way, after inquiring about the residents in the community, Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian walked towards the Thirteenth Aunt's house according to the directions.

Before the slope, Liu Yueyue suddenly stopped and looked up.

"What are you doing?" Liu Qianqian, who was walking holding her sister's arm, also stopped.

"Shh, don't make a sound!" Liu Yueyue hissed.

Then, the two sisters could clearly hear the sound of the piano from the slope, and then the clear and clean singing.

"Kneading your horse and pulling you Maye, I didn't pull you back at the honest price, the stables were fed with rice, but I didn't take out the rice..."

Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian couldn't understand what dialect it was, but they just thought it was very nice, with a fresh smell, and it seemed to have a touch of sentimentality.

The singer is mourning the beauty of the past.

After listening for a while, the sound of the piano disappeared, and the singing disappeared.

"Don't pull me." When she woke up, Liu Yueyue shook off her sister's arm and hurried up the slope.

The straight-line distance is not far, but it is like a river with a river surface only a few meters wide.

Liu Yueyue is a singer, she can't count the number of songs she can sing, and she has heard countless songs, but she has never heard the song just now.

There are probably a lot of excellent songs that have not been recorded by the folks and have not been known to the world.

Liu Yueyue is interested in this song, and even more interested in the singer of this song.

The voice is so pure that one can't help but wonder about the story behind him.

"Sister, wait for me." Seeing her sister leave her behind, Liu Qianqian hurriedly opened her long legs to catch up.

The girls who grew up in the mountain city have a good physique and can climb mountains without panting.

But there was a rush, and when Liu Yueyue was panting and rushed to a smooth long stone bar, there was no one around.

She was at a loss for a while.

There is no love at first sight in the world, love at first sight is always related to appearance.

The so-called love at first sight is just meeting the person who has always wanted to meet.

In the vast sea of ​​people, each person will meet more than 2000 million people in his lifetime. Calculated in this way, the probability of two people meeting is only three in ten million.

Thinking that she would never meet that voice again in the future, Liu Yueyue's mood became even more depressed.

What a clean music, whether it's singing or violin, it's so clean it's inexplicably sad.

(End of this chapter)