The woman's spirit is sometimes good and bad, and she can't have a long conversation with people at all. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 But when she started playing, she was able to play for a long time without getting tired. It's as if there is a vitality on that piano that can be drawn all the time. But no matter how you look at it, it's a piano. It's just a piano.

And it's an old piano.

The woman slept and woke up, and often forgot about it the next day. It will take a long time to recall it again. However, there is one thing she will not forget. That is, she wants to find someone in this vast sea of people.

The man didn't know his name, he didn't know his gender, he didn't know what he looked like, he didn't know where he was.

"Does such a person really exist? Are you sure you're not joking?" Xie Jiuli secretly leaned into his ear and said in a low voice. "Or ...... Let's slip away. ”

From the moment they saw Wei Xiao'an, they were particularly interested in this woman who knocked him unconscious and took him away. This person has no breath of a living person, no aura of ghosts before entering reincarnation, and no demonic power perception common to monsters. Where did she come from, and what was she? On this question, they were more interested in "looking for someone."

At this time, the woman was already asleep in bed, her beautiful face was quiet and beautiful, and time could not wait to stand still at this time. Such a delicate person, but even his eyebrows are lame when he is asleep, and he looks preoccupied.

Mo Tutu stared at her, meditating for a long time. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, his hands "snapped" together, and then he said to the man: "I know!"

She frowned, looked at her strangely, and said, "What do you know?"

Mo Tutu smiled mysteriously, "I know what she is!" She had a "ask me" expression on her face, but the three men just looked at her, but they all looked disapproving. Mo Tutu pursed his lips and expressed dissatisfaction with their behavior. But he also said slowly: "I finally had a flash of inspiration just now, and you don't even have the desire to say it because of your appearance!"

Xie Jiuli glared at her and said, "Then don't say it quickly!"

Mo Tutu pouted and held Wei Xiao'an's arm, and said with a snort: "Xiao An Xiao An ......"

Wei Xiaoan was helpless, rubbing her hairy head and smiling softly. "Don't make a fuss. ”

Wei Xiaoan's gentle and deep voice made Mo Tutu very useful, and his face turned cloudy at the moment. She thought for a moment, and then said to Qianxi: "I think that since she is neither human, nor demon, nor ghost, then it is the most likely." She pointed to the zither placed in the living room, and then said, "I think she is the piano!"

Mo Tutu then explained: "She can't forget to find someone all the time, I think it can only be the owner of this piano." That is, her master. ”

He pondered for a moment before he said: "The sword has a sword spirit, the sword has a sword ghost, and the soul that can generally be attached to the instrument is called a spirit." After the spirit has been attached to a certain instrument for a long time, it will be assimilated by the instrument and accept the power of the instrument to strengthen its own strength, so that the spirit can always survive. In this way, if there is a spirit, then it must be perceived. But in her...... I don't feel anything. ”

To the man, this woman is like a lake in front of her, which you can't see and can't catch. Even if you get a glimpse of one or two of them, you will end up with a grit loss.

Who would have thought that Mo Tutu tilted his head and looked at him, still looking ignorant and naïve. "I didn't say she was spirit. I'm talking about, she, it's the piano!"

Only then did she understand that what Mo Tutu said did not mean that the woman was a spirit attached to the piano. And what she meant was that the woman herself was the harp!

He said incredulously, "You mean...... She's just the will of this instrument?"

Mo Tutu nodded and said, "No matter what it is, if there is a will that transcends its existence, then it is not impossible for the will to be anthropomorphized." What's more, how can this kind of obsession be formed in a lifetime?"

What Mo Tutu said is right, if it is not rooted to every inch of bone and blood, how can it be possible to forget everything, but this obsession with finding people is not forgotten in the slightest? People always say that the iron will can open the mountain and split the ground, and her obsession with turning steel into finger twisting softness, how can she not be moved?

Xie Jiuli understood, shook his head and sighed: "How many years can I not find it to have such a strong obsession......

Wei Xiaoan nodded, and said with some concern: "She said that there is no time, I think it may mean that even if the obsession is so strong, I'm afraid it will be almost impossible to persist until now......"

Because it's about to die, even if you forget what happened before in the next second, you have to find the grave keeper.

Although it is not entrusted by others, it is not a good thing to wish for the end of life. Especially if the request of a beautiful woman is always so difficult to refuse...... Isn't it?

But even if she can help with this, how can she help seeing that the woman can't provide any clues now?

The crowd gathered around the woman and fell into deep thought. Xie Jiuli couldn't stand the appearance of everyone being one, two, three, and wooden together, not allowed to speak or move. Immediately, he walked to the living room by himself, and plucked the strings of the guzheng with great interest.

Listening to the scattered piano sounds, Xie Jiuli felt that the strings were very hard, and he felt pain in his fingers after a few clicks. So he switched hands and continued to fiddle. He looked at the delicate body of this guzheng, but felt that it was somewhat consistent with the temperament of the woman in red.

Perhaps, Mo Tutu was really right this time! Xie Jiuli couldn't help but think so.

After a while, the three people in the house also came out one after another and gathered around Xie Jiuli.

Mo Tutu watched him pluck the strings for a while, and said, "Don't break it for others!"

"I can't say anything nice!" Xie Jiuli gave her a roll of his eyes, and then said to Qianxi: "Or...... Let's go to the piano shop and ask what kind of piano this piano is, maybe we can find out the origin of this piano. ”

Wei Xiaoan shook his head, noncommittal. "This is a long time, and the current guzheng is updated, how can anyone know what the qin looked like in ancient times. ”

Mo Tutu echoed: "Yes, who knows how many years that sister has been looking for? If it is thousands of years, it would be strange if there were still people in this world who could still find inheritance!"

"That's not necessarily!" Xie Jiuli shrugged his shoulders and said disappreciatively: "Try it, anyway, there are no clues at all now." If you want to help, you have to show some help. ”

Although I don't know the instrument, there is no special change in the guzheng so far, even if I can't find the inheritor of this piano, at least someone can know what kind of piano it is, right?

Thinking of this, he nodded and said, "Xie Jiuli is right, anyway, we don't know anything about finding people now, so it's better to try our luck." ”