The Demon Lord of the Shadow Queen

    "Do you have a favorite piano?"

    Seeing Luo Xuange, the shop owner kept looking back and forth on some guqin, but because she was used to face paralysis, the shop owner and everyone could not see her true thoughts clearly.

    Luo Xuange shook his head: "I don't know the piano very well, can the boss recommend one or two?"

    The shop owner nodded. It turned out that the delay in making a decision was not because these pianos were disliked, but because she did not understand them at all.

    Wait…

    "You don't understand the qin, why did you come to me to borrow it?!" The shop owner is a person who loves the qin, just as he loves calligraphy. good. Immediately, he shook his face at Luo Xuange.

    Luo Xuange is not annoyed. She has met a lot of people like the store owner in her previous life, like a stubborn scholar who loves books like a life, a martial arts fool who is addicted to boxing, and regards money as her life The money manager. What they all have in common is that they cherish the things they love.

    Seeing that Luo Xuange didn't do anything, Jiang Yihan on the side was anxious, and finally persuaded the shop owner to borrow the piano, but it couldn't be ruined by Luo Xuange's few words.

    "Boss, can you take a step to talk?" Jiang Yihan said hello to the accompanying filming team, and waited for permission before going to chat with the store owner.

    The shop owner looked at her suspiciously, rolled her eyes, or nodded in agreement: "Okay."

    Jiang Yihan followed the shop owner to a location that the film crew couldn't shoot. The shop owner asked, "What do you want to say? Could it be that you know the piano?"

    "I don't know the piano, but I know business opportunities." Jiang Yihan looked at the camera crew that was filming Luo Xuange in the distance, smiled and continued: "We did it when we first came here. Let me introduce myself, we are participating in an audition competition, and the whole process will be broadcast online. Although we don’t understand your qin, the audience watching the live broadcast is not sure if there are people who understand qin and Aiqin as well as you.”

      Come around.

    "That's what you mean, what do you think?" Jiang Yihan lowered his posture a little, and the shop owner pondered for a few seconds: "I have a guqin in my shop, which was handed down from my ancestors, that is The treasure of my town shop. However, from my ancestors to my generation, no one can play it. A few days ago, my daughter told outsiders about this qin outside, which attracted a lot of people to think about it. Buy. There are also special reporters who come to interview, I saw you with cameras around you today, and thought you were also here to buy pianos from me.”

    "Then what do you mean...?" Jiang Yihan secretly felt that this matter had turned a corner and changed its essence. She just wanted to borrow a guqin to pose for a few pictures, thinking that it was an IOU What can be done, why does it seem so complicated now?

    "Since the guqin is no longer a secret with me, I will not hide it. I want more people to know that I want the guqin to be in my hands. Make a sound." The shop owner's eyes flashed with unusual persistence.

    Jiang Yihan is ecstatic, Luo Xuange and a mysterious guqin match, this is not only the highlight of the photo, but also a highlight of the show, even if the netizens vote low, the later stage The judges will not give her too low a score.

    After the store owner and Jiang Yihan discussed it, the store owner went to the back of the store to pick up the piano.

    Luo Xuange saw that Jiang Yihan was back, and wanted to ask how the discussion went, but seeing Jiang Yihan's joy that could not be concealed, it was obvious that this matter had already taken shape.

    "It's hard work." Luo Xuange said to Jiang Yihan, and Jiang Yihan blushed when he heard this: "No, it's not hard work."

    Like the previous life, Luo Xuange's temperament is difficult to cover, and she expresses her gratitude to Jiang Yihan in a powerful tone, but her words of thanks are no different from the words of her previous life to inspire believers. Not even the slightest change in tone.

    Jiang Yihan stood beside Luo Xuange, turned her head slightly to look at Luo Xuange's profile, blushed for a moment, and her heart was beating wildly, but then looked at Luo Xuange, this guy and Just now, it was the same, looking at the other musical instruments in the store with a cold face. While watching, he frowned, as if he was not satisfied with the musical instruments here.

    Jiang Yihan sighed in his heart: This guy is really sultry. If it wasn't for the fact that I had a crush on my goddess for 11 years and was unswervingly loyal to my goddess, maybe the green goddess would be thrown into this guy's arms today. Ah, eleven years. How many eleven years are left in my life for me to wait for? I used to think that what hindered us was the disapproval of the society. Later, the state promulgated a law to legalize same-sex marriage, but she did not respond at all. It turns out that even if society agrees, falling in love with a heterosexual is very painful. However - the bitterness of eleven years has been endured, and there is nothing special about a few more eleven years. Even if she gets married and has children in the future, I want to accompany her more, even as a friend.

    Luo Xuange seemed to feel the change in the emotions of the people around her, raised her eyebrows and looked at Jiang Yihan: What happened to her? Could it be that I said something wrong again?

    Luo Xuange touched his nose, frowned, and was in a bad mood. It was rare for this leader to care about his partner, but he didn't expect the other party to be so ignorant: Humph!

    Jiang Yihan glared at Luo Xuange angrily, she hates your straight daughters the most, who wants you to care, why not marry? !

    Luo Xuange didn't bother to take care of this convulsed guy, and quietly checked the other musical instruments here, the guzheng on the shelf, and the pipa that made her learning miserable , but her character is very public, but she has to learn the attitude of her youngest daughter, and play songs elegantly and implicitly. If she hadn't lost the bet, she would rather play a few sets of boxing to practice her inner strength.

    Here Luo Xuange and Jiang Yihan started an inexplicable 'cold war', but at this moment Meng Xiaomeng was more painful than them.

    Meng Xiaomeng stood on the street, passers-by all gave her a mocking look, and then she covered her mouth and smiled while pointing and commenting.

    Even if she devotes herself to art, Meng Xiaomeng is extremely painful at this moment. This kind of red cotton jacket, I am afraid that people of the grandmother generation will not wear it. However, she has to wear this outfit and come to the street to take photos and beautify! Beauty pageants - the masses are not blind! !

    Zhang Manman also gave a very reasonable explanation, Meng Xiaomeng is a very fun person, just like a little sun that can warm others, so the color of the clothes is set as Red is good, and the festive Zhang Yan can better set off Meng Xiaomeng's temperament.

    Meng Xiaomeng nodded and agreed very happily at first, she thought she was going to wear a red dress with a standard hanger for her height.

    She was wrong, she only heard the word Zhang Yan at that time, and didn't pay attention to what Zhang Manman said about the joy.

    This big safflower padded jacket is really festive, every frown and smile reveals a festive sense of 'this year's bumper harvest of food'! If I could report two more big fat boys in my arms, it would be really festive.

    The only thing that makes Meng Xiaomeng feel comforted is that the makeup on her face is still very good.

    When she was doing makeup, she saw her makeup artist and Zhang Manman frowning, and she thought the makeup artist would do some tricks on her makeup. Fortunately, the makeup artist is still very dedicated.

    Thinking like this, Meng Xiaomeng followed the photographer to take a few more photos. Seeing the photographer call stop, Meng Xiaomeng breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously raised her hand to scratch her cheek , but when she thought of the makeup on her face, she held back the itchy and painful feeling. Is it because of the long time exposure to the sun?

    Meng Xiaomeng looked up at the sky, the sun was very dazzling, but it was still spring, the sun was not as hot as summer, and she could stand it.

    Taking the mineral water handed over by the photographer's brother, Meng Xiaomeng thanked him, but the itch on her face became more unbearable, she raised her hand to scratch but heard the photographer calling her : "Get ready, let's continue shooting."

    "Okay." Meng Xiaomeng smiled sweetly, took two sips of cold water, packed her mind and continued to stand in the sun, while Zhang Manman in the distance smiled brighter than her .

    The author has something to say: Queen An Ying: Ever since I became friends with Luo Xuange, people come to me every day to endorse green and healthy food, saying that my image fits perfectly! Therefore, I am in a very bad mood. I want you to kiss and hug each other to be good~

    Stupid Xiaomeng: My face is so uncomfortable, it must be because of the frequent slaps in the face by Xuange. I want you ladies and sisters to kiss and hug and hold high to be good~

    Master Luo: These two pots, this seat does not carry! This seat is wronged, I want all the young ladies and sisters to kiss and hold high to be good~

    Jiang Yihan: I did not enter the entertainment industry for fame and fortune, but to get close to Li Tian! As for why, look at my secret love story, you should be able to understand, ε=(′ο｀*))) Oh, it’s so sad, it’s better if the ladies and sisters kiss and hold them up~

    Little sweetheart: I...you..., woohoo, little sweetheart, you cry too much! I'm in a bad mood. It's better if the ladies and sisters kiss and hold them high~

    Stupid author: I promise you a daily update! As a result, I still have no collections, no comments, no collections, and the stupid authors are also wronged. It’s better if the ladies and sisters kiss and hold them high~