Nan Baoyi sat down slowly, her eyes filled with tears that she could not fall.

After a moment, she swallowed even more: "I will work hard..."

After being stunned at the Guqin for a while, she looked at Xiao Yi in a tangled manner, "But second brother, the master ran away by me, who will teach me to play the piano?"

Nan Baoyi never expected that Xiao Yi would teach her to play the piano himself.

The boy sat behind her, walked around the piano stage with both hands, and held her hand seriously.

His palms are slender and distinctive, and the spring sun shines through the window falls on his fingertips. His hands are shining with luster and are as beautiful as carved by white jade.

The rhythm is like the flowing water of mountains and rivers, and his piano skills should be excellent.

His clothes were stained with a sweet fragrance of water and wood, which was particularly clean and pleasant to smell.

Nan Baoyi likes Xiao Yi very much.

She concentrates on her energy and takes thousands of times as much energy to learn piano skills.

Xiao Yi gradually became distracted.

The little girl was lying in his arms, with a faint fragrance of hibiscus flowers all over her body.

The hands held in the palm of his palm were tender and soft, and his little fingers were always tender. As the strings were plucked, the delicate and delicate fingertips seemed to scratch the tip of his heart, making him unable to concentrate at all.

The 18-year-old boy had a different idea of ​​the opposite sex for the first time.

I want to kiss her fingertips, I want to pinch her little face, I want to hear her calling my brother sweetly...

He read a lot of books and thought he had mastered millions of emotions in the world, but on this afternoon when the spring sun was full of sunshine, he could not face his heart.

Do the brothers in the world have this kind of feelings towards their sisters?

The tune gradually climaxes.

But Xiao Yi played several wrong tunes one after another.

Nan Baoyi vaguely heard something was wrong, and hesitatedly looked up at him, "Second brother..."

Xiao Yi's expression was normal, "You are too stupid, you played a few wrong tunes."

Nan Baoyi: "..."

I really want to hit the powerful ministers!

Finally, I was in the evening meal. Nan Baoyi, who had been hungry for a day, almost in the autumn wind, ate three bowls of rice and six plates of dishes, and didn't even let go of the soup base!

She washed her face, picked up the paint and ran to the big study, and asked Xiao Yi to teach her how to draw.

She learned fine brushwork.

After an hour, she was already very sleepy, but thinking about the Huachao event and the scenery of Nan Yan's previous life, she could only grit her teeth and hold on and learn to play chess with Xiao Yi in her chess score.

It's late at night.

The dense spring rain fell outside the west window, the sound of banana leaves, and a little candlelight shone on the Goryeo paper on the window lattice, reflecting two silhouettes faintly.

Nan Baoyi sat cross-legged, so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes when facing the black and white chessboard. He lit his little head like a chicken pecking at rice, and he was still mumbling about how to make a score.

Xiao Yi supported the chin with one hand, and a cup of wolfberry fragrant tea on his hand had already cooled down.

He looked at the drip and reached out to clean up the endgame on the chessboard.

The chess score he gave to Nan Jiaojiao is the best chess score in the world. If you practice the score well, you can win easily when playing with ordinary women.

But the little girl is not used to the study plan he has formulated.

She is so cute, and it is not easy for her to learn for these few hours.

Although it has not yet reached the prescribed time to go to bed, I will let her go on the first day. It will not be too late to work hard tomorrow.

He picked up Nan Baoyi and walked towards the bedroom.

The next day dawn.

The fish belly floats in the sky, the new leaves in the garden are like green, this spring's peonies are stacked with colorful redness, and the light color comes through the window, illuminating the mottled flowers and shadows under the red corridor.

When you smell the chicken dancing, the scenery is so beautiful.

Xiao Yi leaned on the outside of the strolling bed, admiring the arched bedding, his voice lazy: "Nan Jiaojiao, get up and study."

Nan Baoyi was nestling warmly in the depths of the bedding, "It's not dawn yet, why are you making a noise... If you make a noise, you will be deducted monthly money."

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows and lifted the quilt without hesitation.

The chill is in the bone.

Nan Bao's shirt was trembling with cold.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes in a coquettish manner and reached out to pull the quilt, "Heye, you are becoming more and more dishonest. If you disturb me to sleep, you will really deduct your monthly money!"

But I couldn't pull the quilt anyway.

She opened her eyes.

The boy in the tent had red lips and white teeth, and he seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

She thrust a carp and suddenly sat up, "Why are you on my bed?"

After shouting, I found that this was Xiao Yi's bedroom.

Her cheeks flushed, and she swung her tail with a move, and she rolled and crawled into the bed!

She was in a bun in the quilt, holding her hot face, her eyes rolling around nervously.

She muttered: "Last night—"

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Chapter completed!