Sending Chu Xinran back to the Leng family, Luo Yifan left. Looking at the empty living room of the Leng family, Chu Xinran frowned.

Just about to go upstairs, there was a faint sound of violin in his ears, Chu Xin was stunned, and looked at the corridor on the first floor that he had never set foot on, "There is a sound of the piano......, who is it?" Is it?"

With uncertain thoughts in his heart, Chu Xinran couldn't help but walk in the direction of the sound of the piano, and as his footsteps kept getting closer, the sound of the piano became more and more clear.

The innermost door in the depths of the hallway, a glimmer of light peeked through the crack in the door. Chu Xinran couldn't control her steps, even if it might cause any adverse consequences, she still wanted to get closer to see who was playing the violin.

Because the euphemistic and complaining, weeping piano sound deeply touched her heart, and the feeling of sadness from it couldn't help but remind Chu Xinran of his fate at this time.

Looking in through the crack in the door, the figure of the violin playing in the dim light couldn't help but make Chu Xin stunned.

Leng Yehan was holding a slightly old violin on his left shoulder, holding the bow in his hand and pulling the strings with a focused expression, which made Chu Xinran surprised.

"The cold night chills him...... Can you play the violin?" Chu Xinran asked questions in her heart, and reality had already given her the most accurate answer.

The space where the cold night is located is a depressing practice room, surrounded by heavy flannel blackout curtains, a quaint black grand piano stands in the center, and there is a multi-functional lifting solid wood easel by the window.

Seeing the familiar objects, Chu Xinran's eyes suddenly lit up, she didn't expect that Leng Yehan would not only study music, but also study art, "This guy is really unpredictable......"

Chu Xinran couldn't help but start to look at Leng Yehan carefully, she admitted that from the first time she saw Leng Yehan, she thought this man was very handsome. But handsome is handsome, and it's true that the character and character are not good.

At this time, the cold night was cold, and there was a trace of gentleness on his face, and the notes of the third movement of Debussy's "Bergamo Suite" "Moonlight" slowly flowed out from his slender fingers.

The beautiful melody, delicate technique and sad mood are displayed in the melodious sound of the violin, like a melancholy and lonely soul floating in the dark sky, full of confusion.

The violin sings about loneliness and loneliness, the cold night is focused and frowns slightly, a kind of loneliness and melancholy derived from the bones, which makes people feel sad when they see it, as if life is like a cadenza and all the ups and downs, and everything finally turns into disillusionment......

The cold sound of the piano drove Chu Xinran's inner world, and her heart resonated uncontrollably, tears quietly slipped down her face, and Chu Xinran couldn't help but sob.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Leng Yehan's eyes, which were still showing sadness just now, slowly provoked, and the bottom of his eyes was suddenly filled with a chilling coldness, Chu Xinran's heart skipped a beat, and his feet subconsciously took two steps back.

Leng Yehan walked over and pulled open the door of the practice room. Chu Xinran looked up at him with a shocked face, his legs already trembling. It's not that she's afraid of the cold night, but the sadness at the moment is too exposed.

Seeing Chu Xinran's panicked expression, with tears still on his face, Leng Yehan's face sank, "Why did you come back so late?"

Chu Xinran froze in place, she didn't expect Leng Yehan to ask this sentence.