Chapter 160

"It's ...... Just half a month ago. Yao Yingying bit her lip lightly, tears flowed silently, and after thinking about it, she said:

"I got a pot of spring orchid...... I was playing the piano by the window, and suddenly it rained and hit the orchids...... Raindrops happily flick the orchids, which frolic in the rain...... The picture was so beautiful, I was very inspired, so I watched the rain play Chunlan wrote this song. ”

"It just so happened that ...... Today's painting is Chunlan...... I thought of my song, so I played it. Me, I...... When I said inspiration, I saw the painting and thought of the meaning of my song......"

I don't admit that I said "live creation".

"Did you hear that!" He Yizhi hurriedly roared, "It really rained half a month ago, everyone remembers, right? It was the first rain after the Chinese New Year!"

Everyone nodded.

"Indeed, it rained half a month ago. Yao Qingli said, "Unfortunately, it was a rainstorm!"

As soon as these words came out, Yao Yingying's little face stiffened.

He Yizhi hadn't reacted yet: "What's wrong with the rainstorm? Isn't the rainstorm raining even more intense?"

"Yes, it's even more violent! It's so violent that it's spicy and spicy! The rain came in a hurry, and the harvest was in a hurry. After the rain, the roses in my garden fell all over the place! Your orchids are so delicate that they don't fall off in the rainstorm?"

Yao Yingying's face changed: "My Chunlan is very good...... I don't drop it. ”

"Okay, just when you don't drop. Yao Qingli laughed, "But in the rainstorm, are you sure that it is the rain that plays Chunlan, not the rainstorm that destroys Chunlan?

"This ......" all the people present "buzzed" and looked at each other.

"I also remember that rain a year later! I was still painting at the time! Li Gongzi said angrily.

"What kind of rain drama Chunlan, it's obviously a rainstorm destroying flowers!"

"Second Miss Yao, how do you see the rainstorm destroying flowers as a rain drama Chunlan?" Yao Qingli seemed to smile, "Or do you have a special hobby, that is, you like to watch the rainstorm destroy the flowers, and watching the orchids being destroyed make you feel happy and beautiful?"

"You are talking nonsense! My young lady is kind-hearted, how can she like such cruel things. Crazy Shan said angrily.

"Then how did you create your tune?" Yao Qingli looked at Yao Yingying.

Yao Yingying simply regretted dying, why did she have to say half a month ago...... If you talk about last summer, no one remembers.

"I, I remember ...... bad" Yao Yingying bit her lip, "Yes......"

"Tianle Fang!" Yao Qingli's thin lips opened lightly.

The inexplicable three words made the people present scratch their heads.

Only Yao Yingying and Crazy Shan's brains "buzzed" at that moment and exploded!

How could it be! Impossible! Yao Yingying's eyes were wide open and full of fear, how could she know? Could it be, no, it wouldn't! How could there be such a thing in the world......

"Since my mother died, my life at home has been worse day by day, the monthly money has not been paid, the slaves have bullied the master, and even the food served is rancid. In order to have a better life, I want to do everything I can to make money, so that I can reward my subordinates and eat a hot meal. ”

Yao Qingli said lightly, it was all the memory of the original owner.

She thought she was just a bystander, but as she spoke, her heart moved slightly and was full of sourness.

Like, that's her past!

No, that's her!

From the moment she receives this body, she is her!

"At that time, our master and servant were doing embroidery work day and night, but we could only sell for more than ten yuan a day, which was not enough for a reward. Later, I realized that I was very good at writing music. Qiuyun said that many music workshops accept songs, so he suggested that I sell the written songs to the music workshop for trial. ”

"At that time, I randomly entered a music workshop on the street, which was Tianle Fang. I sold a song for three taels of silver! I was so happy! In the next few days, whenever I had a song, I would sell it to Tianle Fang!"

Yao Yingying was already colorless, and the hand under her sleeve was squeezed tightly.

"Where did you think of ......" Yao Qingli said, and then smiled, "This Tianle Fang is not only a music workshop, but also a second-class seller, and sold my songs to Miss Yao Er! Alas, I really want to know, how dark is Tianle Fang, and how much money I made from me? Miss Yao Er, can you tell me?"