Ling Caiwei followed closely into an east wing.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see a screen with rich flowers separating the furnishings in the house.

The old bustard didn't dare to go inside, and stood at the screen and asked, "Uncle Yan, the little one brought you the little one." ”

For a while, there was no sound inside. Just when Ling Caiwei thought that there was no one in the house, a warm voice said slowly, "Bring it in." ”

The old bustard agreed, and led the five of them in, while the two turtle males stayed outside and waited.

At this moment, there is still an hour before evening, and the sun outside is still brilliant, shining warmly on people's bodies. But when she entered the house, Ling Caiwei felt a chill, and a sense of depression enveloped her whole body, and her vision couldn't adapt to the dimness of the room for a while.

She stared, her eyes wide open, and she slowly took in the room. There is a bamboo curtain hanging on the facing window, which blocks the light, and on the left hand side is a white wall, and there is a yaoqin under the wall, which seems to be familiar.

At this time, the other four women had already bowed at the signal of the old bustard, and Ling Caiwei was a step slower, where the pestle was still studying the guqin.

"Ahem, ahem. Someone suddenly coughed, and Ling Caiwei regained her mind and saluted with the others.

The coughing man bowed his head and hunched his back for a moment before he raised his head and let them get up.

Ling Caiwei estimated that this person was Yan Wuxing, who was known as "Love Extinction", and he was about thirty years old, which was beyond Ling Caiwei's expectations.

She secretly raised her eyes to look at him, but the man was staring at her as well.

His eagle-sharp gaze looked at her from top to bottom like watching prey, and then he moved his gaze to the people next to him.

Ling Caiwei has seen a lot of sharp eyes. There is no one whose eyes are as cold and sharp as Yan Wuxing, which makes people feel creepy.

There was not a trace of blood on his pale face, and his appearance was almost bewitching. It was the first time she had seen a man so beautiful, feminine and beautiful.

Her mind raced to think about how to get his attention to stay.

Yan Wuxing's gaze was already locked on a plump girl, and the old bustard smiled with relief: "Yan Ye has vision, this beauty stays, and I will take the others away." ”

"Slow. ”

"Wait a minute. ”

Yan Wuxing and Ling Caiwei spoke almost at the same time, and the old bustard trembled in his heart when he heard it, glanced at Ling Caiwei, turned around and asked Yan Wuxing, "What else does Master Yan have to order?"

Yan Wuxing glanced lazily at Ling Caiwei and pointed at her: "What are you going to say!"

Ling Caiwei blurted out in a hurry. Didn't think about it. Listening to his question, he was inspired and replied, "Yan Ye has something to talk about, so naturally he has to wait a while." ”

He was impatient that she was playing tricks in front of him, and three words popped out between his teeth: "Let you speak!" Yan Wuxing didn't say anything. But it made everyone in the room tremble.

Ling Caiwei bit her lower lip. Catch a glimpse of the yaoqin by the wall. Calming down, Wan Er said: "Liang'er has liked music since she was a child, and I saw that Yan Ye's Yaoqin was dusty there. It's a pity. Halfway through her words, she was silent.

Yan Wuxing sat in the dark, and the moment the old bustard brought people in, they couldn't see him clearly, but he could look at them wantonly. At first glance, Ling Caiwei's outstanding temperament caught his attention.

Even if she doesn't speak, he's going to keep her.

"If you like music, leave it and listen to it. ”

A trace of sadness passed through Ling Caiwei's heart, her piano skills were taught by her mother, so as to avoid seeing things and thinking about people, she had not touched the yaoqin for a long time. It seems that in order to save people, an exception had to be made today.

She walked to the piano and looked at the Fuxi handed down from ancient times, and tears couldn't help but pop out of the corners of her eyes. Sure enough, it's the stuff of the old man.

She took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the dust on it, and two women walked in from outside the house to help her set the piano table under the window, facing Yan Wuxing.

Someone lit a stove of sandalwood and put it on the piano table, Ling Caiwei opened the lid of the incense burner and flicked the incense pieces a few times, and the poison hidden in the handkerchief sprinkled on the incense pieces without a trace, so she put the incense burner again.

Ling Caiwei sat down on the piano bench, the smoke of the stove lingered in her heart, she put her hands on the strings, closed her eyes and concentrated, thinking about what kind of song she wanted to play to provoke the wicked person in front of her, so that his mind was moved, so that the poisonous gas could enter his heart.

The old bustard quietly withdrew from the room with the others, and there were only Yan Wuxing and the plump girl in the room.

He sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, palms facing up on his lap, staring at her, waiting for her to play the harp.

Suddenly, a whimpering and mournful sound of the piano rang out, slowly groaning at the heartstrings of the people in the room. The rich sound of Yaoqin flowed under Ling Caiwei's delicate jade fingers, sometimes agitated and sometimes solemn, groaning, trembling, provoking Yan Wuxing's mood. Like a cloud of smoke that seems to be intermittent, it swirls and ripples in the hearts of the three people in the room.

Until the sound of the piano stopped for a long time, there was still a weeping and euphemistic string sound lingering in my ears.

The ink dust and smoke that had stood outside the courtyard wall for a long time stared at Yan Wuxing's courtyard with amazement, and he still hadn't left for a long time.

Yan Wuxing clapped his hands, got out of bed and walked to Ling Caiwei, and asked her, "Who are you? Why did you go missing for a long time?"

Ling Caiwei was still immersed in the melancholy of the music, and her heart was empty. Hearing Yan Wuxing's question, he was very surprised, he actually knew this song, and secretly screamed in his heart. Just now, I was only thinking about how to move a ruthless person, but I didn't think that Guanglingsan was the lost song of the people, and there were very few people who had heard it, and even fewer people who could play it.

I'm afraid that her identity will be exposed after she finishes playing the song. However, even if he suspected that she had to deal with it, he had to get up and reply: "Little girl Li Liang'er." ”

"Lying. He angrily grabbed Ling Caiwei's hand and played with it in front of his eyes. This is not the hand of a poor family, Li Liang'er he has seen once, although she is similar to her, her demeanor is one in the sky and one in the ground.

The woman in front of him really underestimated his keen insight. Now those who know him are eager to avoid him, and the girl in front of him dares to send it to the door by herself. He couldn't help but be a little curious about her courage.

Ling Caiwei was clasped by her wrist, knowing that he was looking to see if she had martial arts. She was silent about his conclusion, secretly trying to break free, but she couldn't exert her strength at all.

The two men confronted each other across the table, and the air was tense for a while.

The girl who had been standing in the corner of the house saw this and cried in fright.

"Shut up. Ling Caiwei didn't see Yan Wuxing move her body, she just waved her sleeves, and the crying girl collapsed to the ground.

Ling Caiwei thought that he had killed her, and her resentment was even heavier, so she picked up her other hand and hit him in the face.

"Why did you kill her? You bastard, she didn't do anything wrong, why did you kill her?" she deliberately waved her sleeves and shook out the spring sleep that had been hidden inside.

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On the road of struggle, there will always be someone who will walk with us and walk on such a journey hand in hand. Maybe the next crossroads TA will go against you, but, it doesn't matter, as long as the hearts are together, even if you go farther, you will watch from afar and protect each other.

(To be continued.) )