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Luo Jiujiang whistled well.
He is naturally smart and has a cheerful personality. Every time I do something mischievous, I am in a good mood, and I use my whistle to play a happy ditty. But this pleasure is either to be loved to death, or to be hated to death.
One day he had nothing to do to tease a pair of seven-pointed birds hanging under his eaves. The courtship of birds is roughly similar. Most of the males sing and dance around the females to show off their feathers.
These two seven-pointed birds, one female and one male, were locked in a cage. If Luo Jiujiang hadn't stepped in that day, it would be a certainty that the male bird would embrace the beauty. However, he, Mr. Luo Jiu, passed by leisurely, stood by the birdcage on a whim, and blew a ditty along with the male bird's chirping.
The female bird has never experienced such a passionate pursuit in her life. She jumped two steps to the left and turned three times to the right in the cage.
The poor male bird sang louder and louder, and finally called out the gatekeeper trick. Luo Jiujiang felt that he was invincible, so he touched his nose and left without disturbing the newlyweds.
However, there is a sequelae in this matter: whenever Luo Jiujiang passes by the bird cage, the male bird must shake his feathers and sing in high spirits¡ªit is not easy for a bird to be born, so be wary of rivals in love.
There are often unsuspecting friends who see it and say enviously, "This bird has such a good relationship with you."
"Not very good, not very good." Luo Jiujiang said modestly: "It's just a relationship of stealing my wife."
Han Qianling, who witnessed the whole process from the side, turned around silently, and added some spiritual food to the pair of seven-pointed birds in the cage-this is the reason why he asked Luo Jiujiang not to harm the birds today.
It can be seen that although the changes in Luo Jiujiang's whistle cannot be as subtle and tactful as the zither and jade flute, it is not a problem to simply express the seven emotions and six desires.
At this moment, Luo Jiujiang leaned on the back of the chair as if slack and boneless, but he spoke unequivocally. He pursed his lips to test the sound, his voice was vaguely mixed with aura, and there were several decent attacks in the fluctuations.
You must know that he has only listened to the theory class just now, and has not gone through any practice. As soon as these notes fell, not only the eyes of the students around were filled with envy, but even Luo Cang was a little surprised in his heart.
After trying the tone in general, Luo Jiujiang knew it well, and didn't procrastinate too much. It started out as a soft and cheerful spring ditty. This ditty itself has a weird "bouncing" feeling, and now it is whistled out, and each syllable is like a bead falling independently.
The falling beads are obedient like the marbles Luo Jiujiang is used to playing, and they roll out one by one as the sound spreads. The students present all had ears, and when they heard the note, they were hit by the "marble". Immediately, they felt the blood churn slightly, and the spiritual energy was also about to move in the meridians.
The minor tune is very short, and anyone who is familiar with it knows that it only takes half a cup of tea. Luo Cang stared at Luo Jiujiang deeply: Except for the slightly weak attack power, this song almost avoided all the mistakes of beginners. Being able to do this in such a short period of time, Luo Jiujiang has already entered the door of sound killing.
This kid is indeed a genius.
The genius Luo Jiujiang whistled without distraction. The tune was about to end, and before the students who had been enduring a little bit of discomfort could breathe a sigh of relief, Luo Jiujiang looked cold, stood up, raised the wooden stick with his right hand high, and hit the center of the gong heavily!
At the same time, his lips moved back and forth, making a series of rapid sounds. These sounds have no musical beauty, let alone rhythm, and the only saving grace is that they are fast.
Luo Cang, who had always been very calm on his face, so calm that he was even a little indifferent, opened his eyes wide!
The earth-shattering sound of the gong was like a sword of sound killing, and it rushed straight towards Luo Cang-this was nothing. But Luo Jiujiang's next long series of whistles fully protected the sound waves that attacked many students amidst the sound of the gong.
The whistle was blown in a hurry and in a very messy manner, but it just rightly offset the attack on the students by every minute of the gong.
In class just now, Luo Cang obviously didn't talk about the method of attacking through radio. However, most of the sound waves of the gong that Luo Jiujiang struck just now went straight to Luo Cang, and only a very small number of sounds that could not be restrained escaped in the air.
In just a little time, he figured out such an attack method without a teacher? Luo Cang turned the wheelchair, raised his sleeves and flicked quickly, not letting go of half of the fish that slipped through the net, and completely caged the sound of Dao into the air wall of his sleeves.
This ingenuity, this kind of thinking, such courage, this child is more than a genius!
Luo JiujiangFen's tongue curled and hooked in the air, and the peanut fell into his mouth in the blink of an eye.
After chewing twice, Luo Jiujiang smiled at Han Qianling: "It tastes good, give me another one."
There was indeed a peanut in Han Qianling's palm. He raised his eyes to look at Luo Jiujiang, smiled, and patted the peanut into his mouth without hesitation.
"Well, it's really delicious."
A bit of narrow-mindedness and joking flashed in the eyes of both of them. They looked at each other for a moment and laughed in unison.
"Jiujiang." Walking towards Luo Jiujiang, Han Qianling asked him, "I've been curious about this question for a long time. If someone makes the iron lotus seeds into peanuts, don't you care about it? Open your mouth and swallow it when you see it?"
"Don't talk about iron lotus seeds, I don't know each other for no reason, even if someone gives me a real peanut, can I still eat it?" Luo Jiujiang laughed, "If I want to eat something from a stranger, how can peanuts be enough? At least chestnuts That's all right Well, speaking of chestnuts, I'm really hungry. Qianling, do you have anything to eat?"
"No." Han Qianling spread his hands, and said insincerely: "I only have a peanut on me, and it was divided up by you and me just now."
"Just a peanut? Go feed the birds." Luo Jiujiang sighed, and this time he didn't even stand up, and sat down on the ground. He put his hand on the storage bag, and actually took out a steaming chicken on the spot, tearing his legs apart: "All right, I'm generous, and I'll share half with you."
Han Qianling didn't reach out to pick up the half-roasted chicken that was yellow and glistening. He looked at Luo Jiujiang weakly, and sighed, "What do you put in your storage bag"
There is no time to flow in the storage bag, it really does store fresh food. But storage bags are expensive, and few teenagers their age can afford them. Even if he and Luo Jiujiang can get a storage bag, the small space must be used carefully. How can it be like Luo Jiujiang, what the hell is it filled with Roast chicken? Gong?
"What more do you want to put?" Luo Jiujiang took a bite of the chicken leg, patted the saber on his waist, and couldn't speak clearly with the chicken in his mouth, "I have this old buddy, I have enough." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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