Transmigrated in the 90's as a Little Dumpling (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 40

"Chu Jin, come and see, it's a real piano, not the organ in the classroom!"

Song Qiaoxi opened the piano stool, rubbed her hand against the soft leather stool, and greeted Chu Jin to come over.

I want him to be the first person to sit on the piano bench and try this piano.

It has always been a little glutinous group with the character of "Can't hide dry food in the doghouse". At this moment, I can bear it very hard, holding back the inner mood of wanting to lift the piano lid and play indiscriminately.

"How about it, children? Surprise!" Father Song carried the last bag of things, put it heavily on the floor of the living room, and leaned forward with great interest.

"Surprise, the piano is so cool!"

Raising her small face and replied excitedly to her father, Song Qiaoxi saw Chu Jin still standing on the spot, so she pulled him over and sat down on the piano bench.

Then gently lifted the heavy cover, and the piano's 88 black and white keys were shiny, as if waxed.

He stretched out his finger and poked Chu Jin's arm, "Will you play "Castle in the Sky" again? I really want to listen to it again. Wow, Mom and Dad have never heard of it."

"Ok......"

Chu Jin finally had a reaction. He nodded stupidly and adjusted the distance between the piano stool and the piano. A pair of slender and pale, as if the hands that were born to play the piano touched the keys.

Qiao Qin asked a tuner to tune the piano in advance. This Yamaha upright piano has a pure sound, and every melody emitted by the piano box is intoxicating.

Chu Jin’s hands are dancing on the keyboard, and the beautiful sound is sometimes like a butterfly with wings spreading out, elven-like wings fluttering in the mountains and rivers, sometimes like the gentle breeze in the valley, sweeping all the fragrance of birds and flowers, presenting the beauty of nature In front of me.

At the end of the song, Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin looked at each other, and their eyes both looked at each other with surprise.

This piano, I really bought it right!

If you knew that Chu Jinqin played so well, he should have given the child a piano early, didn't he?

The little boy is not like Wang Junyang who is obsessed with the games of the Xiaobawang learning machine, nor does he like to watch cartoons and cartoons. Elementary school bully Dingmiao will relax for a while, watch TV dramas with Song Qiaoxi and others, and talk about gossip.

It seems that Chu Jin can't do anything other than reading, writing questions, and practicing calligraphy.

"Piapiapia"

Song Qiaoxi took the lead in applauding, and she raised her head vigorously to wink her parents' eyes.

Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin also applauded warmly.

"Exhaust, can I discuss something with you?" Father Song took the opportunity to talk, walked to Chu Jin's side, and put his hand on his thin shoulder, "You don't need to continue to promise now, you can think about it slowly, uncle Auntie thought, I’ll keep this room for you. You see, the piano is also there. Usually you are tired from studying, so you can play the piano. If Xixi is willing to learn, you can teach her easily. Just play it happily."

"Yes, try to think slowly, don't worry, anyway, the piano can't run with long legs."

Mother agreed.

Song Qiaoxi heard "the piano runs with long legs" and laughed "Puff", ran to the spacious piano bench and "squeezed oil" with Chu Jin, sitting next to him.