He was very happy that he had a father compared to him, and he hoped that his father compared to him was also liked by his mother.

In that way, he finally has a home with his father and mother.

As if he understood his son's words, Ji Dongchen focused on it: "Okay!"

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Chinatown, Qing sings and piano stores.

There are three parts in an antique store.

Part of it is the store, with a lot of guqins inside.

Next to it is the study room, where people who come here to learn to play the piano can attend classes.

The uppermost floor is where they live. Qingyue and Xiao Changge decorate the second floor into a warm little home.

This is where the mother and son settle in this foreign land.

At this moment, Qing Yue was dressed in casual flax, with long black hair casually tied, and a hairpin was inserted on her head.

I saw her pressing the strings with one hand and adjusting the tone with the other, and her serious look was particularly charming.

Such a clean and elegant person has a dignity and generosity unique to a lady of a noble family.

Ji Dongchen stood at the door, looking at the little woman in the store. After five years, she felt like she was the past.

It was like at any time five years ago, when Ji Dongchen came home from get off work and Xie Nuanyang was fiddling with him.

However, in a blink of an eye, five years passed quickly, twists and turns, searching, and then, when he saw the warm picture in front of him, Ji Dongchen suddenly felt that his heart was about to stop beating.

Excited, nervous, grateful, overwhelmed...

So many emotions surged, making Ji Dongchen suddenly not know what to do.

So he just stood there blankly, watching, watching, without saying a word.

Qingyue was carefully debugging the strings. At the end, all the debugging was completed. She let out a long sigh and then tried again.

The voice finally reached the level of satisfaction of his own, and Qingyue smiled slightly and stood up.

But, suddenly, Qingyue felt a hot sight stalemate on her.

Following that line of sight, Qingyue's originally relaxed smile was stiff on her face!

She staggered without feeling that she pressed her hand on the strings and was cut.

However, Qingyue did not feel any pain at all.

Qingyue looked at the slender and upright figure standing at the door, the handsome face with clear water horns, and the man who had been pressing in his heart for five years, motionless.

After a while, Qingyue suddenly raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, and smiled with a little self-deprecating smile: "I must be crazy, I actually thought I saw him."

As he said this, Qingyue lowered his head to look at his hand, but saw that there was bleeding there.

Blood dripped on the strings, and then dripped on the body of the piano, like blooming red plums.

Ji Dongchen looked at the little woman in front of him with a dazed look, and then heard her murmuring, and felt ache in her heart and shouted: "Wife."
Chapter completed!