Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

"Ah, no," Lu Zhaoying stood up suddenly, a flash of light in her head, "I think she looks like..."

Tossing and turning, he really remembered someone, "It's like my mother, Grandpa!"

Lu Zhaoying estimated that he didn't give Jun an explanation, maybe he might be flying to Africa to mine this evening.

Like his mother, of course, Zou is casual, but Lu Zhaoying can't think of where the familiarity comes from.

Cheng Jun continued to look at him expressionlessly, his eyes as thick as ink, but Lu Zhaoying's scalp was about to explode.

He tidyed up the dishes the three had eaten: "Then... Grandpa, did I wash the dishes?"

Cheng Jun withdrew his eyes and gave an understatement of "Uh".

Unable to hear anger and anger, Lu Zhaoying nestled in the kitchen sighed with relief, thinking about it, still thinking about who the familiarity came from.

Lin.

Qin has been practicing the violin these two days, from obscure to familiar.

Lin Wan married Beijing, and Qin Yu knew what status her aunt’s married family had in Beijing, not to mention that Lin’s family was a rich man in Yuncheng, and it was not worth mentioning in Beijing.

Since she had this opportunity, how could she seize it, except for the school, Qin Yu even had a short meal time, basically in the piano room.

Downstairs, the late Lin Jinxuan came back today, only to find out that Qin Yu was not there when eating.

Ning Qing smiled happily: "Yu'er, she is practicing the piano in the piano room, and I will give her a meal later, she has made great progress in violin recently."

Lin Jinxuan did not expect her to work so hard. He had heard Lin Wan talk about the teacher in Beijing, which was not too unexpected.

After eating, he went to the study on the second floor. The door of the piano room was not closed tightly. When passing the piano room, there was a low voice inside.

He had heard the violin played by Qin Yu, but he had never heard of it before.

Footsteps paused.

Qin Yu put down the violin, and when he looked up, he found Lin Jinxuan standing outside the door. Some surprises: "Brother? How did you come back?"

Lin Jinxuan put the mobile phone in his pocket, smiled gently, and his voice was gentle: "Yu'er, you have made a lot of progress on the violin, that is... less emotion, more practice."

Lin Jinxuan played the piano from an early age.

Because she knows music, Lin Jinxuan rarely praises her, "OK."

This is the first time Lin Jinxuan actively praised her.

Qin Yu pursed her lips and smiled: "Thank you, this is a song I made myself, but it still needs improvement. Can I ask you if I have time?"

"You yourself?" Lin Jinxuan was a little surprised. The song was cold and cold, and the pattern was a bit big. It sounded too incompatible with Qin language.

Qin Yu nodded, "It just needs improvement."

"It needs to be changed. The overall style is not suitable. You can show me the numbered musical notation. Let me show you." Lin Jinxuan looked at Qin Yu with some surprises, "but you are very powerful."

Finally, I couldn't help but admire.

Qin Yu just tilted his head and smiled.

The next day.