Chapter 68

The God J is a famous cure master in China.

He started playing the harp in position C. he was only broadcast once a week for 20 minutes. He didn't show his face, nor did he make marketing. He was very low-key and terrible.

We only know that he is a man, but we don't know what he looks like or what his name is.

The harp he plays has the power to heal people's hearts, which is suitable for people with great pressure or depression.

After Fu Pei died in his last life, Fu listened to the harp of God J to make him feel better.

God J is her destiny. Every time j starts broadcasting, she must watch it, but she only pursues the sound of the piano, not people.

Now the development of the Internet is still very slow, unlike all kinds of video software in the future, now it can only be broadcast live on YY.

The quality of the picture is not clear enough, but it does not hinder Fu's appreciation.

When she entered the live room, the time was just right.

The location of each live broadcast is different, this time it seems to be in a hotel room.

The man in black trousers, sitting on a high stool, legs scattered down, holding the harp in his hand, a very light posture.

Not too bright environment, through the dark floor, reflecting his slender thin figure.

Even if it doesn't show up, it still gives people a charming feeling, which makes you addicted.

He didn't even have a prologue, so he started playing.

The sound of the piano is low and elegant, like the gurgling water. It flows into my heart all the way along the eardrum. It's very nice to hear.

Fu listen to the trance, eyes can not help but fall on the harp, the only pair of clear, beautiful hands.

It's a hand more delicate than a woman.

Fingernails are very neat, showing a flawless white crescent. With the action of playing the piano, the knuckles protrude clearly, and the fingers are symmetrical and slender. Under the index finger, there is a red dot, dotted with hazy drunkenness.

Like a good jade, I wish I could rub it in my hand.

Now there is no barrage, fans are in the comments area crazily swipe the screen.

[I love my brother's hand, kiss it in the space]

[although I don't have a face, it doesn't hinder me from licking the screen]

[if I can touch this hand, I'll die without regret]

although J God's business is low-key, his talent still makes him popular and has a very strong fan group.

How many entertainment companies want to woo him, but they can't even find out about him.

At the end of 20 minutes, one minute is not too much, and one minute is not too much. God J put down his harp in his hand, and before turning off the live broadcast, he raised his finger slightly and made a sign for the end.

Immediately.

Low Chun pleasant voice, like the warm sun with a tender, low tone, slightly hoarse, scratched people's heart tingle, "today, that's it."

Fu listened for a moment and sent a private message to God J, who had never had a chance to send. She did not hope that God J would see it. As a result, before turning off the computer, God J gave her a small expression of touching her head.

(* ~ 3 ￣) ╭♡

Fu Ting's eyes are bent. Is this a successful pursuit of stars?

*

the next day, Fu Ting went back to school and used his evening time to code words.

Three days later, the novel successfully signed a contract and began to serialize 10000 words a day on the Internet. Every day, it was very busy.

Fu Pei always feels that Fu listen is doing bad things on his back recently.

Several times in the name of looking for things into her room, see her holding the computer is very happy, can not help but sink eyes.

He stepped forward and pinched a big hand on the little girl's fat cheek. "Fu Xiaoting, play with the computer should be enough, or I will take it back."

Fu listened to his brows and eyes bending at him, "Dad, what is your dream?"

Fu Pei was stunned.

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