Shangguan Qianyu unconsciously walked to the window. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The rest of the room was spotless, but there was dust on the piano.

Shangguan Qianyu walked over, his hand stroked lightly on the body of the qin, and there was a soft sound. The master said: "The donor really loves the gean!"

Shangguan Qianyu turned around: "Why did Mrs. Shi say that?"

The master said with a smile: "Although you were unconscious that day, your breath was disordered, and Miaoqing used various methods to help you regulate your internal system, but it was useless." Later, she soothed with the sound of the piano, and it worked. So in those days, Miao Qing would play the piano for you every day!"

Shangguan Qianyu was struck by lightning, and his heart shook beyond measure.

Was the sound of the piano in the dream not in a dream, but because someone played the piano for him in his coma? It was a life-saving sound, a soothing sound, so he would always remember it?

There was an answer in his heart that was about to come out, but it also made his heart more uncomfortable and depressed.

He had long felt that the person playing the piano in his dream might not be Xia Zirou, but someone else, and now, everything is self-evident.

Why did Xia Zirou lie to him?

Why lie to him and say she saved him?

For all these years, he had never doubted.

Shangguan Qianyu turned his head to look at the master and said eagerly: "Master Tai, can you tell me that the young master of Miaoqing is surnamed Yan?"

The master said in surprise: "The donor guessed correctly, Miaoqing's surname is indeed Yan." ”

Shangguan Qianyu's brain boomed, and it suddenly went blank. Roaring sound after roar rang in his head, and he saw that the master was talking, but he could not hear anything.

He stood there blankly, standing dumbfounded, Miaoqing's surname is Yan? Miaoqing is Yan Qingrui?

He still had a faint glimmer of hope and said, "Could it be that this is the Yan family's family temple?"

The master said: "The monks do not have a common surname, but the donor who funded the construction of this temple seems to be surnamed Yan!"

Shangguan Qianyu's body shook a few times, only to feel that there was a knife in his heart, piercing it one by one, piercing it in, pulling it out, piercing it in, and pulling it out again.

It hurts, it hurts!

It was as if something was torn and could not be mended.

The heart that was originally only empty and empty suddenly added a sharp pain. A sharp, clear ache.

What did he do?

He cared for Xia Zirou, but what did he do to the real life-saving benefactor?

Is it that broken courtyard and ignores it?

Is it that a letter of resignation, with a clear face and a cold face?

Is it the lonely grave, alone with the lonely moon?

He doesn't distinguish between good and bad, he has eyes but no beads!

In vain, as the master of the Shadow Pavilion, the original matter should have been investigated carefully, but he believed in Xia Zirou too much, and he never doubted her words, so that he repaid his benefactor like this?

How can you be a human being if you repay virtue with resentment?

Shangguan Qianyu's face turned pale and looked shaky, and the master said in surprise: "Donor, what's wrong with you?"

Shangguan Qianyu's body shook twice, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Heartache and heartache, this time is beyond measure!!

But it's already late, it's already late!

Yan Qingrui has turned into a charred corpse in the grave, and he can't even keep the whole corpse, what else can he do?

He has always looked at the wrong person, believed in the wrong person, and the person he should trust the most, but he was hurt by him.

And the person who deceived him was regarded by him as a benefactor, and he was cared for and loved as the person who should be cherished the most.