Chapter 572 Let you steal my sister from me

   Jiang Xingyi's eyelashes drooped, and he whispered, "Not counting back."

  Jiang Yu looked at Jiang Chenglang and Jiang Xingyi, secretly wondering how the two big men were getting awkward, and I don’t know what the grand occasion would be if Jiang Jingnian and Jiang Zeyu were back home.

  ……

   Jiang Xingyi and Jiang Yu went to the piano room together.

  Whether it is the original Jiang’s house or the current one, there is a vacant piano room.

  The piano in this room was also specially moved from Jiang’s old house. At that time, the baby was too careful, for fear of knocking and falling.

  Jiang Chenglang didn’t even worry about other more valuable antiques, he was worried about this piano.

  But when Jiang Yu opened the door, Jiang Xingyi was surprised when he saw the piano in the room.

  He walked to the piano in a daze, and gently stroked the piano cover with his fingers, and the corners of his eyes were a little red.

  He whispered, "Mom..."

  Jiang Yu knew it.

  Sure enough, as she thought, this is the relic of Mother Jiang.

  So, probably Jiang Xingyi also inherited her musical talent.

  Jiang Yu has no way of knowing what kind of person Jiang's mother is. Her more accurate impression of her is actually staying in that sudden dream.

  The gentle and kind woman can't see her face clearly, but she has the gentle and tolerant atmosphere of her mother, which makes people feel at ease, as if she has the best harbor, the warmest embrace, and the most reliable arm.

  She probably also exists for Jiang Xingyi.

  Jiang Xingyi sniffed gently, then carefully lifted the piano cover.

  He tried to play a short piece of music, probably because this piano has not been used for a long time, and the tone is slightly inaccurate.

   Jiang Xingyi turned to Jiang Yu after tuned, "Sister, start now?"

  He seems to have adjusted his mood, Jiang Yu moved a chair and sat next to him, took paper and pen and said, "Okay, let's start."

  ……

   Hearing the sound of piano from upstairs, Uncle Mo was so excited that his voice was shaking, "The Third Young Master is finally willing to come back!"

  Jiang Chenglang shook his head, "Xing Yi came today, only to borrow the piano, and will leave later."

   "Today is a breakthrough anyway." Uncle Mo thought very well, "After taking the first step, I will come often in the future, and then move back to live."

  Jiang Chenglang smiled and said nothing.

  Uncle Mo longed and said, "The Third Young Master is back, the Second Young Master and Fourth Young Master...it should not be far away..."

  Jiang Chenglang said softly, "Perhaps."

  ……

  After Jiang Yu listened to Jiang Xingyi’s tune, she had some ideas in her mind. She picked up the pen and revised the section of the score that she felt could be perfect.

   Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xingyi played again according to Jiang Yu's modified score, and he found that it went smoothly a lot!

  But Jiang Yu is still not satisfied.

   "Come again."

  After repeating this three or four times, Jiang Yu finally stretched his brows slightly, revealing a still very reluctant expression, "It should be considered alive now."

   Jiang Xingyi:? ? ?

  Wait, this is still a good job?

  Then what he wrote before can be called some **** stuff?

   Jiang Xingyi felt that he seemed to be hit invisibly.

  ...But he couldn't say it.

   "Let's do it one last time."

  High standards and strict requirements, Jiang Yu, the big boss, gave instructions to get rid of the identity of salted fish. Jiang Yu is still very strict in what she hopes to be able to do well.

   Jiang Xingyi certainly did.

  After modifying some details, Jiang Yu sent out a soul question, "Brother Brother, what do you think?"

  Jiang Xingyi:...If he says he thinks it is great, will he be despised from the younger sister?

   He tentatively said, "I think it's... okay?"

   always pay attention to Jiang Yu's expression, and immediately change his words when he finds something is wrong.

   After all, it’s just after the word. No matter if you add "good" or "bad", or "general", or "need to change", it can be justified.

  Jiang Xingyi feels like a language genius.

  Jiang Yu: "It should be fine, let's finalize it."

   Jiang Xingyi: "Good!"

  He happily received the score, and he heard Jiang Yu say, "But this word..."

   Jiang Xingyi: "Change and change! Change now! Little girl, how do you think you want to change it!"

  Jiang Yu: "I am too lazy to change, you change."

  Jiang Xingyi:...Alright.

   However, since the score has been changed and the melody has been changed, of course the words have to be changed as well. There is actually no objection to this.

  The two soon started to revise the second score.

  The hands of the clock shifted a little bit.

  Jiang Chenglang both came out of the study again, but found that the two hadn't come out yet.

  He secretly ran to Uncle Mo and asked, "Have they never been out?"

   "No way, young master."

   Jiang Chenglang thought for a while, "Is there any afternoon tea? I'll take it to them."

  Uncle Mo said, "I will let the kitchen prepare immediately."

  Wait until Jiang Chenglang was holding the afternoon tea, he justifiably found a reason, knocked on the door of the room, and asked, "Can I come in?"

  Jiang Yu didn’t speak, and Jiang Xingyi’s voice came out, "If I said no, would you stop coming in?"

  Jiang Chenglang: ...Of course not.

  He waited at the door for a few seconds, still Jiang Xingyi’s voice, "Come in if you want to come in."

  Jiang Chenglang: I don’t know what’s going on. At that moment, I actually wanted to think of a brother who was domestic violence.

  He opened the door and saw Jiang Xingyi and Jiang Yu sitting very close, and they were studying something against a piece of paper.

  Even when Jiang Chenglang walked up to the two of them, neither of them raised their heads, and they were still writing and drawing on the paper.

  Jiang Chenglang softened his voice in an attempt to attract Jiang Yu’s attention, "Xiao Yu, I am bringing afternoon tea."

   Jiang Yu moved his little nose, raised his head, glanced at the cakes on the tray, his eyes lit up, "Is this a new flavor?"

Jiang Chenglang has never noticed whether there are any new flavors in his kitchen. He used to eat at home only a handful of times. Later, after Jiang Yu came back, he had a lot more. Although he urged the kitchen to take care of Jiang Yu, it is really impossible to remember. Live such a detailed thing.

   Jiang Chenglang did not speak, but Jiang Yu did not need his answer.

  She dropped the pen and already went to the food, “Brother, you find the tune by yourself first, I’ll take a rest.”

  Jiang Xingyi: ...I was caught off guard by being abandoned.

  Jiang Chenglang: Hmph, let you grab my sister from me.

  With food, one shot and two scattered.

  The two men looked at each other, then turned their heads away awkwardly.

  Jiang Xingyi suddenly began to think, anyway, he walked in, or later...

  Can you just move in?

  I can often see the little girl!

  (End of this chapter)