Fresh wife is amazing

Chapter 66 How dare you enter prosperity when you are poor

"Talk less and do more?" Yang Fan wondered, "What do you mean by kissing me directly next time?"

Aunt Thirteen hit him: "I tell you to talk less and do more! Do something pragmatic!"

"Oh." Yang Fan put some ingredients that he won't use tonight in the refrigerator.

Busy, out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of a new family "member" in the corner of the living room next door.

a piano.

"Why did you buy a piano?" Yang Fan asked.

Putting away the watering can, Aunt Thirteen, who came out after washing her hands, wiped it with a tissue and said, "Yueyue gave it to Guoguo, saying that Guoguo may have artistic talent, try it to see if it can be inspired."

"Doesn't that mean to report to Guoguo for the piano class?" Yang Fan was sad for Guoguo for two seconds, she was still so young.

"No, Qianqian and I both know how to play the piano. When we come to dinner, I will teach her by the way. Thirteenth Aunt is not willing to let Guoguo enroll in the training class at such a young age." Liu Yueyue said.

Yang Fan walked over and looked at the piano.

Good guy, it's 10,000+ in one shot.

Don't treat money like money.

I'm not worried that Guoguo is not interested in piano at all, she's blind.

"Guess how much is this piano?" Liu Yueyue, who was wearing casual jeans, asked Yang Fan.

After thinking about it, Yang Fan said, "A few thousand."

Before Liu Yueyue said anything, Liu Qianqian, who was wearing velvet pants and a pleated skirt, sneered, "I don't know!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she was beaten by her sister, indicating that she should not speak coldly.

"A master with superb piano skills, he doesn't care about the value of the piano." Yang Fan pressed a few keys at will, and the sound was really good.

"Yang Fan, can you play the piano?" Liu Yueyue asked him.

Yang Fan shook his head: "How can I have this condition to learn the piano? When I was a child, I thought that people who played the piano were very elegant and gentlemen, and I wanted to be an elegant nobleman, but unfortunately I didn't have that condition. So I took the next step and wanted to learn the guitar, but it was because The family is poor, and they can't squeeze out the money to buy a guitar."

Liu Qianqian said in a low voice, "If you want to learn the piano, it's not too late. I'll give you one. It won't be much cheaper than this one."

Yang Fan was surprised: "It's cheaper than this one? Isn't that a few hundred?"

Liu Qianqian got angry, and said to her sister: "I'm not wrong, he just doesn't know much, and the pianos worth 10,000+ are said to be several thousand."

Yang Fan smiled and said, "You want to get angry at me, why are you at your sister?"

Liu Qianqian thought about it too, ready to get angry at Yang Fan.

But he spoke first: "I have a cousin and a cousin, who are about ten years older than me, and they often fight. Later, when my sister got married, my brother stood outside the wedding car that picked up my sister, lying on the back window, and was sitting inside. The elder sister spoke. As they spoke, the two of them cried. When they were young, they were obviously a family, but when they grew up, they became relatives."

It's a happy and sad story.

The world has what it takes.

"Don't worry, my sister and I have a good relationship." Liu Qianqian was unmoved: "My sister and I will not marry out, we only look for Shancheng."

"Yes, marry the local together." Liu Yueyue agreed with her sister's words.

"Marrying the same person?" Yang Fan came to be interested, meaning he suggested himself.

Aunt Thirteen stroked his forehead and hit him: "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't you think it's not enough to have Qianqian?"

Liu Qianqian was also furious.

Yang Fan said, "Not enough!"

Therefore, not only Thirteen Aunts beat him, Liu Qianqian beat him, and Liu Yueyue did not fall.

Aunt Thirteen was tired, and sooner or later Liu Qianqian would be run away by a fool like Yang Fan.

"Let's cook." After the fight, Aunt Thirteen said to Yang Fan.

"Yeah." Yang Fan didn't care about these women, the gentleman said nothing.

Guoguo was reading the villain book in the study, and was very fascinated. She didn't want to come out until the meal was over.

"Ugly Guoguo, you are so ugly!" Aunt Thirteen shouted in the living room.

"Wow", the sound of Guoguo crying came from the study.

They say they are ugly!
Yang Fan had no choice but to go in and coax Guoguo, who was sitting on the chair and crying. The little book on the table in front of her was open. Looking at the number of pages, she was almost finished.

Yang Fan doesn't know if the little girl has artistic talent, but she has the potential to like to read books that are free and unrestrained.

"Guoguo, am I ugly?" Guoguo burst into tears and began to doubt her appearance again.

"If you are ugly, there are not many beautiful children in the world." Yang Fan said.

"How many are there?" Guoguo was not satisfied.

"I was wrong, I didn't have one." Yang Fan corrected.

Guoguo got down from the chair obediently and went out to eat with Yang Fan.

Take a seat, get ready to eat.

Guoguo said to Yang Fan, "Brother, can you help me beat my mother? She always says I'm ugly."

Looking at Aunt Thirteen who was pretty and delicious, Yang Fan said, "Brother doesn't beat women, it's shameful to beat women."

Aunt Thirteen was satisfied, and then asked, "Is there anything more shameful than hitting a woman?"

"Yes, I can't beat it!" Yang Fan moved his chopsticks.

The person in charge doesn't move, and everyone doesn't move.

"Have you called Qianqian?" Thirteen Aunt couldn't help asking.

After eating, he glanced at Liu Qianqian, and Yang Fan said, "I can't beat it."

Liu Qianqian was anxious, and before she said anything, Liu Yueyue said, "I haven't fought before, how do you know you can't fight?"

Yang Fan was surprised: "You still want me to fight Qianqian?"

Seeing that Yang Fan's arms were not very strong, but not weak, Liu Yueyue hurriedly ate and stopped talking.

After dinner, because of the cold weather, the post-dinner dog walk was canceled long ago.

Occasionally, Yang Fan took the two dogs out for a walk.

He didn't plan to take them downstairs tonight, ready to go back to the house.

Liu Qianqian sat in front of the piano and played a tune, trying to attract Guoguo.

Guoguo was not attracted, but Yang Fan stopped.

The tune is good, and the piano player's skills are also good.

At the full level of [-], she would probably be level [-].

A really good girl, listening to the tune and looking at Liu Qianqian's back, Yang Fan was a little dazed.

How can one be poor, how dare to enter the prosperous world, and how dare to mistake a beautiful woman with two sleeves.

"How is the song?" Qu Bi, Aunt Thirteen asked, caring about Yang Fan's attitude.

"Very good!" Yang Fan said: "The last time I went back to my hometown, I played this song in the car when I was driving. As soon as the music started, my feet were out of control. I stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the speed was two hundred and four per hour. The police car chased me and shouted at me with a horn, what's the name of this song?"

This guy is so bad!
But Aunt Thirteen was too lazy to do it tonight.

"Do you have a car at home?" Liu Yueyue chuckled.

"Yes, a hand-held tractor, the kind that makes a sudden noise." Yang Fan said with a serious tone.

Saying that, he couldn't help but sit next to Liu Qianqian.

homesick!
In the surprise of Liu Qianqian, Liu Yueyue and Thirteenth Aunt, he put his fingers on the piano keys.

Looking up and looking out of the floor-to-ceiling window, Yang Fan said, "In my hometown, fireflies are everywhere in the mountains in summer, as gorgeous as stars. The nights in winter are silent, and there is no sound, which isolates everything in the world. I miss home and want to The world from my childhood."

The piano sounded, and the melody was sluggish.

Liu Yueyue on the side was stunned.

The song is full of a hallucinatory mood, as if telling the helplessness of youth.

She seemed to see an ignorant boy walking alone in a narrow, cold alley paved with cobblestones.

The hustle and bustle of the crowd gradually receded behind him, and in front of him was the endless night.

(End of this chapter)