When Did You Learn This

An Yang returned to his rented apartment, but his phone suddenly vibrated. The text message icon appeared, and Xiao Xueer's exquisite profile picture kept flashing, leaving him stunned.

I don't think I took Xiao Xueer's phone number, what is going on here? How is there even a picture?

The phone's cold voice rang out in the apartment: "My current functions are not many, but this little matter is very simple for me."

"Is that so? Then can you hack the banking system and transfer me a few million to spend?"

"..."

Seeing that the phone did not respond for a long time, An Yang, who was already used to its aloofness, curled his lip, picked up the phone, and opened the message. Under his righteous advice, this phone could already be used as a normal phone.

Brother An Yang, I am Xiao Xueer, thank you today.

An Yang smiled helplessly and was just about to throw the phone back onto the sofa when a phone call rang out.

"Huh? Ji Weiwei!"

An Yang was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly picked up the phone and answered it.

"Hello, Weiwei?"

The other end of the phone fell silent for a few seconds before a cold voice sounded: "An Yang, when did you get back, why didn't you give me a call?"

"I just arrived yesterday, and then today my mom dragged me along to go shopping with my sister. Figuring I didn't have time, I planned to tell you later when I was free. Look, I just got back and was about to tell you."

The other end of the phone fell silent again, then said: "You went shopping with your sister! How pathetic..."

An Yang frowned and said: "Why does your voice sound a bit off today? What's wrong, is uncle's health alright?"

"He's doing fine, no need for us to worry. By the way, where did you go to play a few days ago?"

An Yang was stunned: "...Jiuzhaigou."

"Jiuzhaigou? The number one water under heaven! I especially like the Colorful Pond right at the very top of the road on the right side of Jiuzhaigou. It's colorful and patched together in blocks. What do you think?"

An Yang was stunned once more. Even though he had traveled through time twice, killed people, and served in the special forces, making his psychological resilience quite formidable, beads of sweat still seeped out on his face. It was all the fault of this scorching weather.

"...Yeah, I also think the Colorful Pond is especially pretty."

Ji Weiwei's voice paused for a moment, and she said meaningfully: "However, isn't the Colorful Pond on the left?"

An Yang slapped his forehead, immediately knowing that he had fallen into a trap.

"...Maybe, maybe I remembered wrong."

A bit of teasing could be heard in Ji Weiwei's voice: "However, isn't the colorful, patch-like Colorful Pond actually in Huanglong?"

An Yang was completely dumbfounded. He sighed and said helplessly: "What on earth are you trying to say?"

Ji Weiwei's mood suddenly broadened immensely, and she said with a laugh: "Haha, you only watched the promotional video, didn't you? That was tricking you. The Colorful Pond at the top of Jiuzhaigou isn't colorful at all; the colorful one is in Huanglong!"

An Yang curled his lip and said: "Fine, you saw right through me."

Ji Weiwei's tone shifted, and she said seriously: "You still wanted to lie to me? Confess, teacher's orders, where on earth have you been these past few days?"

An Yang was silent for a moment. Finally, he thought of an excuse and said: "I recently took on a master and went to learn some instruments for a few days. It feels pretty good."

"You're still lying to me! You going to learn an instrument? Aside from using a guitar to seduce junior schoolgirls back in university, what other instrument do you play?!"

"Really."

"What instrument did you learn? I'll buy one for you tomorrow and you can play a piece for me to hear. Don't you dare tell me it's the piano, I can't afford that! And don't say guitar either, you already know how to play that thing!"

An Yang was taken aback. Childhood sweethearts really understood each other deeply. If he hadn't possessed Beginner Instrument Mastery, he really wouldn't have been able to fool this girl.

"The flute."

"Alright, I'll buy you a flute tomorrow. If you can make it sound, you pass."

"Fine."

"Hoh, you actually went and learned the flute. I'm telling you, An Yang, you're not that young anymore either. What? Still want to feel young again?"

An Yang curled his lip, steered the conversation away, and said: "Don't try to gloss over it. You've done enough just to shift the topic away from yourself. Tell me, what on earth is going on with you?"

Ji Weiwei's laughter abruptly stopped. After falling silent for a few seconds, she said: "It's nothing. I'm coming over to your place to freeload a stay for a few days tomorrow. You won't object, right?"

An Yang was truly stunned this time and said: "Of course it's fine. Don't you have a key to my house? Just come straight in, why bother telling me?"

Ji Weiwei's tone was very serious as she said: "Do you think I'm the kind of person who just casually walks into someone else's home without permission?"

...Aren't you, though?

"Uh, cough cough, let's not talk about this. We'll talk about whatever tomorrow. That's it, my mind is all a mess, I'm hanging up."

Only after the call disconnected did he shake his head with a bitter smile. Ji Weiwei had definitely run into some trouble, but given her casual and carefree personality, she wouldn't go around pouring her heart out to people or acting aggrieved.

Saying she was coming to freeload a place to stay, she was probably just hiding from trouble.

The next day, An Yang was in his room watching A Chinese Ghost Story when he suddenly heard bursts of knocking at the door. He frowned, watched this exciting part to the end, and then leisurely walked over to open the door, by which time the knocking had already stopped.

Screech... Bang...

Ah!... Clatter!

An Yang pushed the door open, the old door hinges making a harsh sound. It seemed to have hit something—well, probably more than one thing, because the commotion made was not small.

Poking his head out, he saw a slender woman sitting flat on the floor, rubbing her full and perky buttocks. Her long hair was scattered in a mess all over the ground, and beside her had fallen a white suitcase with cartoon patterns. Right at her feet was even an overturned... small plastic stool.

"Ji Weiwei, what were you doing standing behind the door? You even set up a little stool!"

Ji Weiwei raised her head, revealing a pretty face and an expression of pain as she gritted her teeth and glared at An Yang: "What else could I be doing?! Of course fishing for the key. Who told your door frame to be so high? How is anyone supposed to reach it without a little stool? What filthy things were you doing in your room that it took you so long to open the door after I knocked for so long!"

An Yang curled his lip and said: "Which family's door frame isn't this high? Who told you to be so short that you had to set up a little stool? No wonder you fell!"

Ji Weiwei scrambled up from the ground and patted the dust off her backside. First, she pulled a long wooden box out from beside the suitcase, handed it into An Yang's hands, and said: "Dong Xuehua's 8883. You didn't tell me what key you wanted yesterday, so I guessed you probably liked D major and just bought a D major one at random. Play a section for me first. If you really want to learn this, I'll go have a good one custom-made for you in a few days."

An Yang took the wooden box, shook his head, and said: "It's just for messing around, no need for anything that expensive. D major is just right, the one I learned is D major."

Actually, his understanding of the flute was very limited. Last night he had just spoken off the top of his head, and he didn't really want to achieve any deep mastery in this field; he had long since passed the age of relying on talent to attract young girls. However, with the skill of Beginner Instrument Mastery, playing a tune was still not a problem. He couldn't be called a master, nor could he play completely at will, but taking it to a stage performance was definitely no issue.

He already had a lot of confidence in the system-produced skills. Still, as the saying goes, beginner mastery was still mastery.

"Such nonsense, this thing is precisely for playing around, no matter how well you play it, it's still just playing."

Ji Weiwei curled her lip, turned around, pulled open the zipper of the suitcase, fished out a pair of slippers to toss inside the door, and only then handed him the suitcase while picking up her small stool and walking inside.

"Hiss... That fall really hurt your grandma."

Ji Weiwei winced and bared her teeth, rubbing her backside again. Today she was wearing a pair of black tight-fitting stretch jeans that outlined the alluring curves of her buttocks. The moment her hand left, her perky backside gave a slight jolt.

An Yang took her suitcase and put it into another bedroom. When he came out, he saw that Ji Weiwei had already changed into her slippers and, completely unconcerned with her image, collapsed onto the sofa and took out her phone to connect to the Wi-Fi.

"Ugh, I'm exhausted to death! Why is this suitcase so heavy!"

"An Yang, I'm hungry, hurry up and find me something to eat."

An Yang sighed helplessly. Watching this chick not caring in the least whether she would be able to get married or not, he went into his room to change clothes and then walked toward the kitchen.

Ji Weiwei cast a cautious glance at him. The expression of utter exhaustion from just a moment ago vanished without a trace as she tiptoed toward An Yang's room. She quietly pushed the door open, and upon seeing the white-robed woman on the computer screen, her eyes widened abruptly. Stealing a rat-like glance behind her, she stepped light-footedly into the room.

Oh ho, as expected he's watching things he shouldn't, no wonder it took him so long to open the door!

Hmph, causing me to take a fall, let's see if I don't delete all your treasured collection!

Yet when she drew closer, she instantly froze.

This... This is... Nie Xiaoqian! A Chinese Ghost Story!

Half an hour later.

Ji Weiwei was sitting on the sofa, holding a bowl of noodles over the coffee table and wolfing them down noisily with slurping sounds. While eating, she looked forward and urged him with mumbling words.

"Hurry up, the flowers are going to wither waiting for you..."

Holding the 8883 bamboo flute she had bought, An Yang suddenly felt a sense of familiarity rise within him. This feeling was very bizarre; he clearly had never played the flute before, and this was even the first time he had ever touched a flute, yet he had the sensation that he could completely master it. He believed other instruments would be the same.

Lowering his head in thought, he picked up the flute, pressed his fingers over the sound holes, brought his mouth to the embouchure hole, and blew gently.

A clear flute melody immediately sounded within the room, lingering and resonant, echoing endlessly in the cramped space and appearing exceptionally crisp.

The tune An Yang played was a very simple pop song, Myth of Stars and Moon. Played out through the flute, it added an extra touch of classical beauty. It wasn't as desolate as a vertical flute, but rather crisp and brilliant.

Ji Weiwei instantly froze. Half a noodle fell from her mouth into the bowl without her even noticing, and she stared blankly at An Yang playing the flute, watching and listening in utter absorption.

Until the song finally ended.

An Yang lowered the flute, smacked his lips, and looking at Ji Weiwei—who was just reacting—said calmly: "How's that? Satisfied your curiosity?"

Ji Weiwei placed her bowl on the coffee table and said in astonishment: "I didn't expect you to actually know how to play, and not just the kind that makes a sound. When did you learn this? It can't have been just these past ten-odd days!"

An Yang smiled mysteriously, put down the flute, and said: "Heaven's secrets must not be leaked!"