Suddenly, a pleasant piano sound came from upstairs, the melody was beautiful, the beautiful rhythm, gentle and gentle, and the beating notes flowed throughout the Fu family's main house.

"What kind of song is this?" Fu Mu pulled Zhou Anqian's wrist, with appreciation in her eyes: "Anqian, you listen to it, it's weird and good." ”

Zhou Anqian reluctantly pulled out a smile, and a trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, this is not a song he is familiar with.

"It may be that the old man is in good spirits today and has the heart to listen to piano music. Fu Mu smiled faintly, didn't take it to heart, and chatted with Zhou Anqian about other topics.

Only Fu Tingxiao's eyes were as cold as the night narrowed slightly, and after a while, he almost rubbed and got up from the sofa, his face was cold and terrifying.

Zhou Anqian saw Fu Tingxiao's movements, and after a pause, Fu's mother also turned her head to look over, and when she saw Zhou Anqian's face was not good, she patted her hand comfortingly, and then asked: "Tingxiao, you are not here with the child, where are you going?"

Fu Tingxiao didn't say a word, his brows furrowed even deeper, and he strode towards the upstairs.

Zhou An smiled lightly, and then stood up: "Auntie, I'll go over and take a look." ”

Before Fu's mother could speak, Zhou Anqian followed quickly, his high heels were on the ground, making a crisp sound, and he caught up with Fu Tingxiao in a few steps.

Seeing the background of the two disappear, Fu Mu frowned slightly, picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.......

In the upstairs hallway, the maid carefully cleaned up the shards of glass and threw all the remains of high-end cutlery into the trash.

"Young Master. Seeing that Fu Tingxiao was coming, the maid gave a deep salute and greeted him in a low voice.

"What about the young lady?" Fu Tingxiao asked as he walked, his eagle-like eyes did not carry any warmth.

"Oh no!" the maid stood in place, as if he had thought of something, like a bolt from the blue, "the young lady is still in the attic, I just ......"

Hearing this, Fu Tingxiao's eyes were a little colder, his face was gloomy and terrifying, he locked his eyebrows tightly, didn't say a word, and walked quickly to the attic.

Zhou Anqian followed behind Fu Tingxiao, but there was indescribable jealousy in his heart.

It's just that he stayed in the attic for a while, and it's worth his care?

The closer you get to the attic, the clearer the sound of the piano becomes.

Half an hour ago, in the attic—

Gently tapped on the attic door, "Is there anyone!

The only thing that answered her was a room of silence, soft, anxious and helpless, would she be locked up here all the time?

Thinking of Fu's mother's mean tone, and her baby being close to Zhou Anqian at the moment, Wen Soft's heart was like thousands of ants scratching, and he reached out and slammed the door twice unwillingly, and it was still very quiet outside the door.

The "family of three" downstairs is so affectionate, who would have thought of her?

A sense of powerlessness arose, and she squatted on the ground, and a death-like feeling of suffocation instantly enveloped her.

She seems to, like these discarded furniture, has lost its use value and can only be locked in the attic, otherwise it will be an eyesore.

A breeze blew, her hair was gently blown, she turned her head softly, and the small window in the attic was floating, and a thought flashed through her mind.

The white cane dotted the dusty floor with an unsightly color, and it groped its way to the window softly against the wind.

Someone will find out if you throw something down, right?

But what is there in the attic to throw it down......

The slender hand groped in the dark, and finally touched something, like a ball, and Wen Rou threw it out of the window without even thinking about it!

Faintly hearing the sound of things falling, Wen Soft leaned against the window, and waved his arms desperately outside: "I'm here!"

The shouts and throws did not elicit an answer, and there was silence in the courtyard.

His throat was dry and tight, and his voice was almost hoarse. She couldn't keep shouting, she had to think of something else.

Wen Soft turned and groped in the attic.

Bookshelves, wardrobes, sofas......

These were not what she was looking for at all.

Suddenly, the cane snorted on something, and Wen Soft lost his center of gravity, and Wen Soft held the thing next to him with his hand in a panic.

"Boom!"

The moment he propped himself up, the mixture of dull tones startled Wen Soft. Regaining his cane, he straightened up and fumbled around the thing.

It's a piano.

Wen Soft froze in place, and after a moment, she pursed her lips, and she could only try.

She struggled to move the bench next to her, placed it in front of the piano, sat down softly, and tentatively gently moved the black and white keys with her index finger.

"Knock," the pitch is good.

She raised her slightly trembling hand and rested it on the keys, her fingers slightly stiff, and she played slowly but with exceptional precision.

Slowly, the melodious sound of the piano in her ears seemed to reassure her, the movements of her hands accelerated, a string of cheerful melodies flowed between her fingers, she slowly closed her eyes, listening to every sound she played.

Outside the attic –

Fu Tingxiao's big knobby hand was held on the doorknob, and his fingertips were pale because of the force, but the attic door did not move at all.

"Young master, the key seems to be ......" The servant who followed Fu Tingxiao looked for a large number of keys in a panic, but could not find the key to the attic.

"Thunderbolt, let's wait, the housekeeper will find the locksmith soon. The delicate wrist lightly wrapped around his arm, and Zhou Anqian's voice was gentle, and he was not worried.

Fu Tingxiao's brows twisted deeply, raised his cold eyes, looked at Zhou Anqian fixedly, and after a while, he slammed her hand down.

Zhou Anqian took half a step back, his eyes full of surprise: "Thunderbolt!"

Fu Tingxiao's eyes turned around the door, his slender fingers loosened his neckline, and then he kicked the door violently, and the old door made a muffled sound, but it did not open.

His brows furrowed, his eyes filled with anger, and he kicked him hard.

"Thunderbolt!"

"Boom!" the door finally fell.

The dust particles fluttered in the sun, causing people to be unable to open their eyes, Zhou Anqian coughed violently, and he didn't want to go into the attic for half a step.

Fu Tingxiao squinted slightly, and walked into the attic with steady steps.

By the window, the wind blew the old veil, sitting softly in front of the piano and playing, the dust stained her long dress, but she suddenly did not know, her fingers gracefully clicked on the keys, like angels falling into the dust.

Fu Tingxiao's footsteps gradually slowed down, he stared at the soft figure, and his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

And just now, Zhou Anqian's shout had already penetrated into Wen Soft's ears, his slender fingers slid down the last note, Wen Rou raised his head lightly, faced Fu Tingxiao, and smiled sadly: "You are here." ”

Slowly stood up, his voice was a little helpless: "I'm sorry, Miss Zhou, I couldn't find the key for you......"

Suddenly, my feet slipped, my soft body was light, and I lost my balance.

Do you want to fall to the ground again, just like before?