Bigshot Gets Loved By All After Transmigrating Into A Book

Jiang Xingyi's eyelashes drooped, and he muttered in a low voice, "Not yet."

Jiang Yu looked at Jiang Chenglang, then at Jiang Xingyi, secretly thinking about how awkward the two big men were, and wondered how grand it would be when Jiang Jingnian and Jiang Zeyu both returned home.

...

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

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

The piano in this room was also specially moved from the Jiang family's old house. When it was moved here, the baby was very careful, for fear of knocking and falling.

Jiang Chenglang didn't even worry about other more valuable antiques, only this piano.

And when Jiang Yu opened the door, Jiang Xingyi was also in a daze when he saw the piano in the room.

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

He called softly, "Mom..."

Jiang Yu knew it.

Sure enough, it was exactly what she thought, it was Mother Jiang's relic.

So, probably Jiang Xingyi also inherited her musical talent.

Jiang Yu had no way of knowing what kind of person Mother Jiang was. Her more accurate impression of her was actually staying in that sudden dream.

That gentle and friendly woman, whose face cannot be seen clearly, has the gentle and tolerant aura of her mother, which makes people feel at ease, as if she has the best harbor, the warmest embrace, and the most reliable arms.

She probably has the same kind of existence for Jiang Xingyi.

Jiang Xingyi sniffed lightly before carefully lifting the piano cover.

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

After Jiang Xingyi adjusted his voice, he turned to Jiang Yu and said, "Little sister, start now?"

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

...

Hearing the sound of the piano from upstairs, Uncle Mo's voice trembled with excitement, "The third young master is finally willing to come back!"

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

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

Jiang Chenglang smiled and said nothing.

Uncle Mo looked forward, "The third young master is back, the second young master and the fourth young master...should not be far away..."

Jiang Chenglang said softly, "Maybe."

...

After Jiang Yu listened to Jiang Xingyi play the piece once, she already had some ideas in her mind. She picked up a pen and revised the passages of the score that she thought could be perfected.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xingyi played the score again according to Jiang Yu's modified score, and found that it went much smoother!

But Jiang Yu was not satisfied yet.

"Come again."

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

Jiang Xingyi:? ? ?

Wait, that's a good way to call it?

Then wouldn't what he wrote before be called some kind of rubbish?

Jiang Xingyi felt that he had been hit invisibly.

...But he still can't say it.

"One last time."

High standards and strict requirements The boss Jiang Yu issued an order to get rid of her identity as a salted fish. Jiang Yu is still very strict in what she hopes to do well.

Of course Jiang Xingyi complied.

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

Jiang Xingyi: ... If he said he thought it was great, would he be despised by his little sister?

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

Pay attention to Jiang Yu's expression all the time, and change his words immediately when he finds something is wrong.

After all, after the word quite, no matter whether you add "good" or "bad", or "average", or "needs to be changed", it can be justified.

Jiang Xingyi felt that he was simply a language genius.

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

Jiang Xingyi: "Alright!"

He happily collected the score, when he heard Jiang Yu say, "But this word..."

Jiang Xingyi: "Change, change, change! Change it now! How do you think you want to change it, little girl!"

Jiang Yu: "I'm too lazy to change it, you change it."

Jiang Xingyi: ...All right.

But since the music score has been changed, the melody has changed, and the words have to be changed accordingly. There is actually no objection to this point.

The two soon began to revise the second score.

The hands of the clock drifted slightly.

Jiang Chenglang came out of the study again, only to find that these two people hadn't come out yet.

He secretly ran to ask Uncle Mo, "Haven't they come out?"

"No, young master."

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

Uncle Mo said, "I'll let the kitchen prepare it right away."

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

Jiang Yu didn't speak, Jiang Xingyi's very flat voice came, "If I say no, will you not come in?"

Jiang Chenglang: ...Of course not.

He waited at the door for a few seconds, and it was still Jiang Xingyi's voice, "If you want to come in, come in."

Jiang Chenglang: I don't know what happened, but at that moment, I had the idea of ​​wanting a domestic violence brother.

He opened the door, and saw Jiang Xingyi and Jiang Yu sitting very close to each other, studying something with a piece of paper.

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

Jiang Chenglang softened his voice, trying to attract Jiang Yu's attention, "Xiao Yu, I brought afternoon tea."

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

Jiang Chenglang has never paid attention to 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, there were many more. Although he supervised the kitchen to take care of Jiang Yu, it was really impossible to remember. Live in such details.

Jiang Chenglang didn't speak, but Jiang Yu didn't need his answer either.

She dropped the pen and went to the food, "Third brother, you should find the tune yourself first, and I will rest for a while."

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

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

Once there is food, it will be separated in one shot.

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

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

Just move here and live there?

I can often see my little sister!