Chapter 343: I am getting married (four)

Chapter 343 I'm Getting Married (4)
"This is my own. I went to find a big circle outside. It is true that no guitar shop has opened. I have no choice but to go home and give him my own guitar first. I hope he will not I will be too disappointed, I will buy him a new one in a few days." Fang Zhiqiang nodded.
"You really have a guitar, I thought you were playing around." Wang Yaxin took Fang Zhiqiang's clothes and hung them in the cloakroom, then walked out and asked Fang Zhiqiang with a smile.
"I like music very much. I was very interested in college. I was obsessed with it for a while. However, later I learned that my interest cannot be used as a meal and my dreams are reflected in reality. In the end, I gave up and forgot. This is not what Xiaoyu wanted, I have forgotten that I still have such a guitar." Fang Zhiqiang also smiled and said, I don’t know why, but he was in a bad mood when he returned to this home and saw Wang Yaxin. After that, all of a sudden disappeared.
Just as he was talking, the random string sound 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, you play it for me first, hurry up and play it for me." Wang Jingyu handed the guitar to Fang Zhiqiang.
Fang Zhiqiang took the guitar, touched the guitar that was already a little tarnished, and unexpectedly remembered his youthful and crazy green years again.
"What should I play for you? It seems that there is nothing suitable for children to listen to, so let me play a piece of music casually, while singing and playing, you can see what it is like to play the guitar." Fang Zhiqiang thought for a while. Talking.
Fang Zhiqiang plucked the strings, and then began to play, and then he sang along with him: "Ye, is a grand carnival of one person, his eyes have to travel far, but the dark night blocks the wings of missing, what is it? Rendering a person’s loneliness into the sky and stars, no need to say, tonight I will only talk to loneliness. Who is who, who is who you are, who is who you are, only loneliness is your who and who... "
This is the song written by Huang Wanting. He took this guitar and remembered a lot of songs he had played before. However, there was almost a shadow of Nie Qian in every song, so he didn't want to sing, so he chose Huang Wanting to write it. Of this song.
Wang Jingyu was just curiously watching Fang Zhiqiang’s hand plucking the strings. He was so young that he didn’t know how to listen. However, Wang Yaxin, who had been standing by and watching, was moved by Fang Zhiqiang’s singing. It’s true. Impressed. Just like Huang Wanting said at the beginning, Fang Zhiqiang's voice is a little low, but it is actually very suitable for interpreting this song, it can move people even more, and bring people into the somewhat sad and lonely mood that this song wants to express.
After Fang Zhiqiang finished playing, Wang Yaxin sat down beside Fang Zhiqiang, clapped her hands, and said, "I didn't expect you to sing so well."
"Don’t say that. I actually sing nonsense. I really don’t have much skill. Back then, I didn’t go to school. I liked guitar, folk and rock. I played a lot of this. I wanted to rap and sing. Really no skill, 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 and nodded.
"Nie...qian, this is..." Wang Yaxin asked curiously when she saw the words on the guitar.
Fang Zhiqiang was stunned, looked down, hesitated, and said, "This guitar was given to me by... my ex-girlfriend, a student at the time, was very simple, so she engraved her name on it. Don't get me wrong. , I didn’t throw this guitar away. It’s not that I can’t bear to forget her, because this guitar is not only about her memory, but also about my college and my whole youth, so...so I always Not willing to throw it."
Fang Zhiqiang was afraid of Wang Yaxin's misunderstanding, so he said quickly.
Wang Yaxin laughed after hearing this, and then said: "You really misunderstood me. I'm just curious about how there is a name on it. I never meant to interrogate you. Don't be nervous. When two people are together, what you want is trust. With tolerance and understanding, the most important thing is trust. I have always believed in one sentence, you can’t keep what you want to leave, and you can’t keep away. Who has never had a college? Who has never had a first love? How could I care about this, Besides, you don’t care about my past. How can I care about your past? Don’t think too much."
Fang Zhiqiang listened to Wang Yaxin's words, grinning silly at Wang Yaxin. Regarding Wang Yaxin's tolerance and understanding, he really didn't know what to say.
"Dad, dad, teach me and teach me." Wang Jingyu saw Fang Zhiqiang been talking to Wang Yaxin, and immediately stopped doing it. Feeling left out, he quickly pulled Fang Zhiqiang.
"Well, well, I will teach you to teach you, walk around, go to the study, I will probably teach you, this is too big, you can't hold it, next time Dad will buy you a suitable kid..." Fang Zhiqiang took the guitar and led Wang Jingyu to the study, talking while walking.
Wang Yaxin looked at Fang Zhiqiang and Wang Jingyu and couldn't help but smile again.
That night, Fang Zhiqiang and Wang Yaxin lay on the bed. Wang Jingyu was already asleep. Wang Yaxin turned off the lights, leaving only the dim wall lamp on, creating a warm feeling in the room.
After Wang Jingyu fell asleep, Fang Zhiqiang moved Wang Jingyu to the side with Wang Jingyu, and moved to the side. Then he fell asleep in the middle, holding Wang Yaxin.
Wang Yaxin smiled without saying anything.
Of course Fang Zhiqiang wouldn't be honest. Holding Wang Yaxin, he began to put his hands on Wang Yaxin with one hand, and specifically attacked 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 stunned.
"Auntie is here, let's take a few days." Wang Yaxin said apologetically.
"Why there is this thing? It doesn't come early or late." Fang Zhiqiang let go as if being poured from the head by a bucket of ice water, and hugged Wang Yaxin.
Wang Yaxin turned sideways and slept directly on Fang Zhiqiang's arm, holding Fang Zhiqiang, lying in Fang Zhiqiang's arms like a little woman.
"Zhiqiang, today my mother called me again." Wang Yaxin said.
"Well, what did you say?"
"Speaking of their arrangements, they have already begun to talk about our return."
"How are they arranged?" Fang Zhiqiang asked.