The curtains in the study room in the room were tightly drawn, and it was exceptionally silent, and under the dim lamp, Qin Xiaoruo was wearing plain white pajamas, and his slender fingers flicked the tune in front of the guzheng.

The crisp tone of "Ding Ding Dangdang" rippled through the silent room, touching the heartstrings.

Mother Qin's voice suddenly came from downstairs: "Xiao Ruo, come out and eat a bowl of stewed milk." ”

Qin Xiaoruo was startled, and immediately said "oh", and at the same time quickly covered the guzheng with flannel, walked out of the study, and prepared to go downstairs.

A gust of wind swept through the window, and a white light "whirred" came in from the window, and the curtain was gently lifted, and a corner of the flannel was blown up, revealing the strings that had been around for a while.

Qin Xiaoruo felt a chill behind him, paused, wanted to hear something clearly, didn't move for a long time, exhaled lightly, and opened the door.

When the door was opened, a leisurely and moving guzheng tune, a poignant and moving voice, faintly, gently and faintly came from nowhere:

Goodbye pear blossoms

A faint fragrance and a wound

In the red dust

Psychedelic direction

Thousands of wisps of wind and frost seep cold

Who can see pear blossom tears

Hanging in the heart

Who discerns the direction

In the fog

Love to the bone

A thousand dreams in my heart

Love burns the bone marrow

Thousands of strands are entangled in the afterlife

Petals scattered

As if sighing

An unfinished relationship

……

The music was sad and lonely getting closer and closer until it sounded in her ears, Qin Xiaoruo felt very weird, the hand holding the door handle tightened, she didn't dare to look back, and secretly glanced out the window, the dim street lamps reflected the thin white fog in the air, the curtains drifted with the wind, and the dim and lonely street lamps were rendered outside the window.

A dark shadow gradually approached the window, and at the same time let out a low and complaining voice: "Lan'er-Lan'er-"

Qin Xiaoruo was extremely frightened, screaming silently, trembling all over.

The music faded away, and the shadows dissipated in the air as the music did not sound.

Qin Xiaoruo tried to calm down, everything was as usual outside the window, the guzheng was unmoving, and the flannel was well covered, everything was just an illusion!

That familiar tune echoed in Qin Xiaoruo's heart, and there was an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

At this time, she had already sat down in front of the guzheng again, trying to compose the tune.

Everything was quiet, and the antique study seemed to have a force that brought her somewhere, and she closed her eyes gently, feeling that she was sitting under a pear blossom tree plucking the strings, and the breeze sang lowly, as if she was singing a helpless loneliness and sadness, both real and illusory.

As the tone ended, her hand stopped, and she remembered a signature in her grandfather's relics: "Sitting on the gold belt of the powerful and powerful, the wealth and wealth will go once in the previous life, and then fall into the mortal world and don't look back, and it will be a dream for this life." ”

This is the signature given by her grandfather to Qin Xiaoruo, and this guzheng was also left to her by her grandfather, she knows that there is an unknown secret inside.

Qin Xiaoruo sighed for a while and then stood up, covered the guzheng flannel again, and walked out of the room.

"Xiao Ruo!" Mother Qin's gentle voice came with the sound of slow footsteps.

Qin Xiaoruo heard Qin's mother's voice, hurriedly walked out, and met Qin's mother, who was holding the stewed milk prepared for her in her hand.

Under the dim crystal lamp in the corridor, you can still see that Qin's mother's face is not very good, and when you think about it, you can see that the ending of "The Princess of the World" will definitely hurt people.

"Mom, isn't this ending good?" Qin Xiaoruo asked, taking the porcelain bowl with the stewed milk.

Qin's mother followed Qin Xiaoruo into the room and sat on the sofa.

Qin Xiaoruo began to eat, and said while eating, "Let's hear it!"

"It's not good!" Qin's mother said with a sigh: "The actor can't exchange his life and the whole country for a love, it's boring!" Qin's mother said disheartenedly.

"That's what makes people's hearts! Regret is the perfection of poignancy!" Qin Xiaoruo said.

"It's really hurtful to make the audience feel uneasy from now on!" Qin's mother said sadly.

"Make the audience sad and always have nostalgia, and this film will be a success!"

"Don't talk about it, this ending is tiring! I'll rest early!" Qin's mother stood up, walked out, and closed the door.

Qin Xiaoruo looked at Qin's mother's elegant back, remembered her father, and sadness surged up again.

Soon the Chung Yeung Festival will be over, and I will make time to go with my mother to pay tribute to my father, who has passed away in a plane crash for more than two years.