There is also a young man playing guitar at the door.

Xiao Zi drank coffee and her eyes lit up: "Senior Brother Zhou, I remember you can also play the guitar, right?"

"It happened so long ago, my hand was born a long time ago."

"Try it." Xiao Zi encouraged.

Zhou Hongming has never thought of trying it.

Because in these years, in addition to holding money, he also held guns and guitars. What fun was there in playing them when he was young?

But he couldn't bear Xiao Zi's instigation, and he also wanted to make her happy.

He remembered that he played the guitar for her at the training ground. Most of the children at the training ground were naughty and active, and few could concentrate on practicing an instrument.

Zhou Hongming is different. Zhou Hongming is the second generation of rich people. His tutoring was very strict since he was a child, forcing him to learn many things.

He couldn't learn anything, but he learned to play guitar because he heard that girls like boys who play guitar.

Later in the field, he played the guitar for Xiao Zi.

He had only played it for her. Besides her, who else could have caught his eye?

Xiao Zi asked him to try it, and he ran out and asked for the guitar.

Standing at the door, Zhou Hongming played the guitar. His usually cold face gained a warm tone, and even his eyebrows were slightly gentle.

My hands are shaky, but my skills are still there and I can recognize the musical notes.

A layer of sunset light fell on his black clothes. Zhou Hongming narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had returned to his youth.

I was young and my clothes were thin.

Young people don’t know sorrow.

At first, when his father sent him to the training ground, he was very resistant and even tried to escape several times.

But later, the training ground became his best memory, the most beautiful memory in his life.

In fact, the relationship between him and Meng Chen was not particularly bad at that time. He called Meng Chen senior brother from the bottom of his heart. Meng Chen was very good at boxing and kicking, so he could be his senior brother.

Meng Chen had never treated him badly. No matter what he did wrong, Meng Chen would always ask for mercy from his master.

At the same time, Meng Chen also knew that he liked Xiao Zi.

It is impossible to hide the kind of love you feel when you are young. He is like this, and so is Xiao Zi. Only Meng Chen is young and mature, and like Josnian, he can hide his joy, anger, sorrow and joy very deeply.

In the training ground, Josnian and Meng Chen were the master's favorite students.

When Josnian returned to the capital at the age of fourteen, Meng Chen became his master's only favorite disciple.

As for him, he has never been a promising candidate.

He is naughty and loves to play pranks. He is a famous activist and a troublesome student for his master.

Only in front of Xiao Zi, he would restrain his shortcomings and try his best to show her his advantages.

When Meng Chen sent Xiao Zi to his bed, he knew what Meng Chen meant. Meng Chen was afraid that he could not take care of Xiao Zi and let her down, so he came up with the idea of ​​entrusting Xiao Zi to him.

Because Meng Chen knew that he, Zhou Hongming, loved Xiao Zi as much as Meng Chen did.

The deep and deep sound of the guitar reverberated in the air, and when the fingers plucked the strings, the sound evoked the joys and sorrows of the years.

Through the simple curtain, he would look at Xiao Zi in the store from time to time.

She sat quietly and listened, her gentle face showing a rare sense of calm and tranquility, just like the look she had when she was a teenager, and her eyes were translucent.

Zhou Hongming was intoxicated by the sound of the strings.

In the distance, the streets are long and the trees are fragrant.

Traveling to a foreign country, wandering around the world.

He really wanted to live with her like this for the rest of his life.
Chapter completed!