Chapter 884
Chapter 884
Halfway through the dinner, almost no one had touched the food on the table. Guan Yu was thinking in her mind how to get the highest points.
How can you get the most points in the shortest time without being too deliberate?
She noticed the vinyl record player used as a decoration in the corner, and suddenly an idea came to her mind.
Oh, yes, music!
She took out her cell phone and looked down to search for the contents.
Li Tingnan just gave face to Jiang Suan, and the atmosphere at the dinner table became much more solemn. For a moment, there was only the sound of knives and forks colliding with plates. Even Jiang Yuhe didn't dare to speak, and looked at the goddess worriedly.
"Everyone, please stop being so dull." Guan Yu took the initiative to speak with a smile, attracting everyone else's attention.
"Everyone, do you mind if I play some music?"
Ji Jinzhou was the first to respond. He raised his eyebrows, tucked her hair behind her ears, and patted her head. "Of course I don't mind."
"Can you two please pay attention?" Assistant Gu frowned and criticized seriously, "This is a public place, not your living room - but I don't mind."
"Go ahead." Mo Xiaoting raised his chin slightly and pressed his eyebrows. The atmosphere was indeed a bit heavy, so it would be nice to play some music to relax it.
"Then I'll play it as background music. Just continue chatting and don't take it seriously."
Guan Yu lowered the volume of her cell phone so that everyone could hear it but not to the point of disturbing everyone. She stood up and walked to the cabinet in the corner and placed her cell phone on it.
Jiang Yuhe raised his eyebrows in surprise, "It's quite ceremonial. I didn't realize Guan Yu is someone who appreciates music."
"After all, she is a young lady and she has been cultivating her musical talents since childhood." Mo Xiaoting was not surprised.
"I heard from my family that my sister can play many musical instruments." Jiang Suan nodded in agreement, his eyes full of admiration for his sister, "She has had a talent for music since she was a child."
"I didn't even know my sister could play a musical instrument." Ji Botang sighed softly, condemning himself, "I really shouldn't have done that."
Onewhak was looking forward to it, "Sis has such good taste, the music she shares with us must also be very tasteful."
Special Assistant Gu commented silently in his heart: Jiang Suan, Ji Botang, Wen Liuhe... At this point, Guan Yu's three best blowers with their eyes closed have gathered.
He looked at Ji Jinzhou curiously, "Madam, do you know a little about music?"
Ji Jinzhou also looked expectant, "I only knew she knew a little bit of martial arts, but she also dabbled in music."
The smile in his eyes was full of interest. The more he got to know her, the more he liked her.
Oh, whose wife is so popular.
Amidst everyone's anticipation, Guan Yu turned on the music and calmly walked back to her seat.
A delicate and warm prelude flows out from the mobile phone receiver like a gurgling stream. The slightly inferior sound quality does not affect the high-level of this piece of pure music. It makes people think of the bamboo forest after the rain and the drizzle outside the window.
"I've never heard of this song. Is it an original song?" Mo Xiaoting's eyes flashed with surprise.
"Well, I guess so." Guan Yu was vague.
Ji Jinzhou asked with a smile, "Such beautiful music, why don't you turn it up louder?"
"I'm afraid I'll disturb everyone's conversation." Guan Yu changed the subject, "Let's continue chatting and don't pay attention to the music."
"Shh." Special Assistant Gu raised his finger to his lips with a serious face, looking very happy, "Don't talk, this is real music."
It ends with a prelude that starts with a piece of pure music, and then drum beats sound one after another, from light to heavy, from soft to rapid, densely falling on the rhythm, and suddenly stopping at the most exciting part.
The climax is here.
Everyone listened quietly, and Guan Yu seemed to be waiting for something.
[You bastards, you bastards, you are all bastards, you bastards, you bastards, you bastards, you bastards, you bastards, you bastards, you bastards, you are all bastards...]
"..."
"..."
Li Tingnan couldn't believe what he heard. He rubbed his ears and listened again. It was still the same few words of "bastard" being sung over and over again.
"Wait," Mo Xiaoting asked hesitantly, "are the lyrics...singing about bastard?"