When Anyang returned to the rental house, his phone suddenly vibrated, and a text message sign appeared. Xiao Xueer's delicate avatar kept jumping, which made him stunned.

"I don't seem to ask for Xiao Xueer's phone number. What's going on? I even have photos!"

The cold sound of the cell phone sounded in the rental house: "I don't have many functions at the moment, but this is very simple for me."

"So, then do you invade the banking system and transfer me millions of Huahua?"

“…”

Seeing that the phone had not responded for a long time, An Yang, who was used to it, curled his lips and picked up the phone and opened the text message. Under his righteous suggestion, this phone could be used as a normal phone.

Brother Anyang, I am Xiao Xueer, thank you today.

Anyang smiled helplessly. Just as he was about to throw his phone back to the sofa, a phone rang.

"Hmm? Ji Weiwei!"

Anyang was stunned for a moment and quickly picked up his phone to connect.

"Hey, Vivi?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, and a cold voice rang: "Anyang, when did you come back? Why didn't you call me?"

"I just arrived yesterday, and today my mother pulled me over to accompany my sister to go shopping. I thought I didn't have time, so I planned to tell you when I was free, and I just came back and was about to tell you."

The other end of the phone was silent again and said, "Go shopping with your sister! It's so pitiful..."

An Yang frowned and said, "Why do you hear your voice today are a bit wrong? Why, uncle is in good health?"

"Okay, we don't have to worry about it. By the way, where did you go to have fun a few days ago?"

Anyang was stunned: "…Jiuzhaigou."

"Jiuzhaigou? The most popular in the world. I especially like the colorful pond at the top of the road on the right side of Jiuzhaigou, which are colorful one by one. What do you think?"

Anyang was stunned again. Even though he had traveled through time and space twice, killed people and worked as a special forces, his psychological quality was already very strong, and there was still a little sweat on his face, it was all because the weather was too hot.

“…Yes, I think the five-color pool is very beautiful.”

Ji Weiwei's voice paused for a moment and said meaningfully: "But isn't the Five Color Pool on the left?"

Anyang slapped his forehead and immediately realized that he had been cheated.

“…Maybe, maybe I remembered it wrong.”

A bit of teasing could be heard from Ji Weiwei's voice: "But, isn't the colorful five-color pool in Huanglong?"

An Yang was completely stunned, sighed, and said helplessly: "What the hell do you want to say."

Ji Weiwei was in a great mood and said with a smile: "Haha, you only watched the promotional video. That was a lie to you. The colorful pool on the top of Jiuzhaigou was not colorful at all, but colorful in Huanglong!"

An Yang curled his lips and said, "Okay, you have seen through it."

Ji Weiwei changed her tone and said seriously: "I want to lie to me, the teacher told me, where have you been these days?"

Anyang was silent for a moment, and finally came up with a reason, saying, "I recently visited a master and went to learn musical instruments for a few days, and it felt pretty good."

"I'm still lying to me! You will learn musical instruments. Apart from seducing your juniors with a guitar in college, what other instruments do you know!"

"real."

"What instrument you learned? I'll buy one for you tomorrow. Play it for me. Don't tell me it's a piano, I can't afford it! Don't say it's a guitar, you know that thing!"

Anyang was stunned. He just had a deep understanding of childhood sweethearts. If he hadn't been proficient in a junior instrument, he would have really been able to hide it from this girl.

"Flute."

"Okay, I'll buy you a flute tomorrow. If you can blow it, you will pass."

"OK."

"Hey, I'm really going to learn flute. I said to Anyang, you're not too old, why? Do you want to be younger?"

An Yang curled his lips, moved the topic away, and said, "Don't be careless. You're enough to change my topic. Tell me, what's going on?"

Ji Weiwei's laughter came to an abrupt end, she was silent for a few seconds, and said, "It's okay, I'll stay at your house for a few days tomorrow. You won't disagree, right?"

Anyang was really stunned and said, "Of course, don't you have the key to my house? Just come in directly. Why do you still tell me?"

Ji Weiwei said in a serious tone, "Do you think I am the kind of person who just enters other people's house without permission?"

“…Aren’t you?”

"Uh, ahem, don't talk about this, I'll talk about it tomorrow. Just like that, I feel confused and I'm dying."

It was not until the phone was hung up that he smiled bitterly and shook his head. Ji Weiwei must have encountered some trouble. She just had a carefree personality and would not ask people to talk to each other or say that she was wronged.

I said I was here to stop, probably to avoid trouble.

...

The next day, Anyang was watching the ghost of the aristocratic girl in the room. Suddenly, he heard a series of knocking on the door. He frowned and looked at this wonderful part. Then he walked over and opened the door slowly. At this time, the knocking on the door had stopped.

"Squeak...bang..."

"Ah!...bang!"

Anyang pushed open the door and the old door shaft made a harsh sound, as if it had hit something. Well, there should be more than one thing, because the noise was quite loud.

When I leaned forward, I saw a slender woman sitting on the ground, rubbing her round buttocks, her long hair was scattered all over the floor, and there was a white suitcase with cartoon patterns upside down. There was a small plastic stool at her feet.

"Ji Weiwei, why are you standing behind the door? You also have a small stool!"

Ji Weiwei raised her head, revealing a beautiful face and a painful expression on her face. She gritted her teeth and looked at Anyang: "What else can I do! Of course I am touching the key. Who told you that the door frame is so high? How can I touch it without a small stool? What dirty things are you doing in the room? I knocked on the door for so long before I opened it!"

An Yang curled his lips and said, "Which door frame is not so tall? Who told you to grow so short? You even have a small stool? No wonder you fell down!"

Ji Weiwei got up from the ground, patted the dust on her butt, first took out a long wooden box from next to the suitcase, handed it to Anyang, and said, "Dong Xuehua's 8883, you didn't tell me what to adjust yesterday. I guess you should like D tunes, so I bought a D tune, and I will blow a piece for me first. If you really want to learn this, then customize a good one for you in a few days."

Anyang took the wooden box, shook his head and said, "It's just a fun game, it doesn't have to be that expensive. D adjustment is just right, what I learned is D adjustment."

In fact, he didn't know much about flutes. He just said it casually last night. He didn't really want to be too proficient in this area. He had long passed the age of attracting girls by relying on his talents. However, with a primary instrument proficient in this skill, it would be fine to play a song. He can't be said to be a master, nor can he say he can do whatever he wants, but there is absolutely no problem to take it on stage to perform.

He is already very confident in the skills produced by the system. As for the same sentence, whether it is primary or mastery.

"You're talking nonsense. Isn't this thing just a play? No matter how good you play, it's still a play."

Ji Weiwei curled her lips, turned around, opened the zipper of the suitcase, took out a pair of slippers and threw them into the door, then handed him the suitcase, picked up the small stool and walked in.

"Hiss... it hurts my aunt because she fell."

Ji Weiwei grinned and rubbed her butt again. She was wearing a pair of black tight elastic jeans today, outlining the seductive curve of her butt. As soon as her hands left, her perky butt trembled.

Anyang took her suitcase and put it into another bedroom. When he walked out, he saw Ji Weiwei had changed into slippers, and she fell on the sofa without any worries, took out her phone and connected to WiFi.

"Oh, I'm so tired. Why is this box so heavy?"

"Anyang, I'm hungry, find me some food."

An Yang sighed helplessly, looking at the girl who didn't mind whether she could get married, she went into the house to change her clothes and walked towards the kitchen.

Ji Weiwei glanced at him carefully, and her tired expression just now disappeared without a trace. She tiptoed toward Anyang's room, quietly opened the door, and looked at the woman in white on the computer screen, her eyes suddenly opened wide, looked behind her back with a scathing look, and then walked into the door lightly.

"Okay, I'm really watching what I shouldn't have. No wonder I opened the door so late!"

"Hmph, I fell down. I won't delete all your treasures for you!"

But when she approached, she was stunned.

"This... this is... Nie Xiaoqian! A Chinese Ghost Story!"

Half an hour later.

Ji Weiwei sat on the sofa, holding a bowl of noodles on the coffee table, swallowing her voraciously, while looking forward, stammering and urging.

"Hurry up, I've waited until the flowers faded..."

Anyang took the 8883 bamboo flute she bought, and a sense of familiarity suddenly arose. This feeling was very strange. He had never played the flute before, and this was even the first time he had obtained the flute, but he felt that he could fully master it. He believed that other instruments were the same.

I lowered my head and thought for a while, picked up the flute, pressed my fingers on the upper sound hole, put my mouth close to the edge of the blow hole, and blew it gently.

A clear flute sound suddenly sounded in the room, echoing continuously in the narrow room, making it look even clearer.

Anyang is a very simple pop song, the myth of stars and moons. It only adds a bit of classical beauty when blown out with a flute. It is not as desolate as a flute, but crisp and colorful.

Ji Weiwei was stunned. He didn't even notice that half of the noodles fell into the bowl. He stared at Anyang playing the flute in a daze, and he was very impressed and listened.

Until the end of the song.

Anyang put down the flute, smacked his tongue, looked at Ji Weiwei who had just reacted, and said calmly: "How about it, satisfy your curiosity."

Ji Weiwei put the bowl on the coffee table and said in surprise: "I didn't expect you to really blow, but you can blow that kind of thing. When did you learn it, it won't be just over ten days!"
Chapter completed!