C104 MartinD28

When Choo Xun saw Shen Yi's expression, he knew the two of them were arguing. He grinned and immediately got up to borrow the guitar. After borrowing the guitar, he even brought a beach chair for her. It was light moon white. It was not eye-catching and even seemed like it was one with the beach.

Shen Yi sat down as if it was a matter of course. She took the guitar from Choo Xun and casually played the strings. The sound was very accurate, and there was no need to deliberately adjust the strings.

Shen Yi sized up the guitar and felt that it was heavy. Logo was the Martin 1833 that Shen Yi had been thinking about since her previous life. For a century and a half, the Martyne guitar company. Martin Co., Inc. (Access: Accelerator, Accelerator, Accelerator, Accelerator, Accelerator, Accelerator, Accelerator, Accelerator, Accelerator, Accelerator, Accelerator, etc.) It had always been recognized as the world's best musical instrument company. Under the traditional family management model, the Martyne guitar reflected the exquisite craftsmanship of the family's six generations of guitar production. The original guitar he made had always been full of vitality, maintaining the highest standard of the original guitar.

It was really not easy. Shen Yi looked at the guitar with infatuation and rubbed it. The Martin that she had been thinking about but could not bear to buy was unexpectedly borrowed back by Choo Xun by accident. This Marting D28 Rosy Guitar had obviously received the care of its owner. Whether it was the panel, the strings, the head, or every single button, they were all protected until they were as clean and shiny as new.

Shen Yi thought that this must be a person who loved music to the point of being infatuated.

"Hey... My guitar! That's my guitar!"

Shen Yi looked up and saw a tall man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and braids squeezing into the crowd in beach sandals. Perhaps it could not be said that he was a man, because although he did not deliberately take care of it, his face looked a little immature. Shen Yi estimated that he was at most in his early twenties.

When he saw the guitar in Shen Yi's hands, his eyes lit up and he immediately wanted to snatch it, but he seemed to have just realized that he was surrounded by the students. He rushed forward and hesitated for a moment. Finally, he rubbed his head and stammered, "Little, little girl... That is my guitar..."

Shen Yi smiled. She was somewhat surprised that this big boy with braids was actually so shy and shy. It was clearly her guitar that said those words but did not have the slightest bit of imposing manner of an owner.

"Sorry." Shen Yi smiled apologetically, "Can I borrow your guitar? It will only take ten minutes."

He touched his head and hesitated. He was not a petty person. He would definitely agree to lend it to an ordinary person, but at this moment, he was completely frightened by Choo Xun's attitude of snatching the guitar after he greeted him. But... He looked at Shen Yi again. This girl was clean and beautiful. When she spoke, she gave people a very comfortable feeling, and her smile was even more so... It made people unable to refuse.

He thought about it and his face turned red.... "Okay."

"Thank you." Shen Yi sat down again and plucked the strings again. She looked up at him and smiled." The tone is very warm and the strength is also very good, Martin D28. You must have spent a lot of effort to buy this model, right? "

His eyes lit up when he heard that. He took a few steps forward and said loudly, "Together?"

Shen Yi paused for a moment and shook her head with a smile. "I am just a novice. I have dabbled in some, but I am not proficient in it."

Perhaps it was because the suppressed nature needed an outburst. In her previous life, Shen Yi was very infatuated with the cool guitar. But she was not proficient in making announcements. In this life, she had been working hard to develop her piano skills, but because of the time constraints, other than her occasional itching of her hands and improvising a few songs, she rarely played.

Shen Yi slowly strummed the strings, hoping that her touch was still there.