(Dear, there is no motivation without a ticket, please give me strength, I am a salary!)

Han Moyu's head was stunned all of a sudden.

She looked up at the lyre with her head up, and for a long time she trembled and stretched out her hand to cover the intricately carved body, and there seemed to be countless fragments of memory in her brain that spun and flashed like a marquee.

In her memory, a man dressed in purple seemed to be turning his head to look at her, and the dim smile in the depths of his eyes made her feel warm and quiet at times, and sometimes she woke up with fear.

That person, as if she was always dressed in purple, like a touch of purple on the horizon, but herself, however, seemed to always be dressed in white and snow, as if she was graceful and did not eat the fireworks of the world, with such indescribable worries and endless love for the man in purple, playing a sycamore phoenix tail gilt mahoganyphone.

It was her favorite instrument, her most loyal friend, the one she confided in.

She often stroked and played the harp with such a sense of amazement, and she still remembers it vividly:

The beautiful, smooth cherry-red body, carved with two fluttering phoenixes, stroked with gold thread, and the silver strings made of fine ponytails, as thin as a hair, make a beautiful and mournful sound under her plucking.

And along with this charming music, it is always the handsome face of the man in purple. I can't speak, and I can't stop remembering.

Who used to love the musical instrument the most, who once loved the person the most, who buried the joy and sorrow deep in the heart?

Tears poured out of Han Moyu's eyes.

Why! Why do I have such a memory?! I'm just a teenager in Murano! Why do I have such a memory that doesn't belong to me?!

Han Mo couldn't figure it out. There were too many memory fragments for her to comb.

"What's the matter? Why are you crying all of a sudden?" Chen Sihu hurriedly put the candlestick on the table and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you crying so well? You once said that you dreamed of a piano." I thought you liked ......"

"Are you going to give it to me?" Han Moyu squeezed out a smile as she tried to hold back her tears, and her face looked extremely funny.

"Yes. It's useless to put it here anyway. The house has been abandoned for many years, almost no one will come here, and it doesn't matter if you don't have a violin, no one will notice. ”

"Why is this house deserted, why can't it be repaired?" asked Han Moyu.

"The house is old, and it can't be inhabited. Anyway, I have a lot of houses, so I don't care about this one. Chen Sihu said, "I heard that my cousin used to live here, but then my cousin died of illness, and this room was empty." ”

"Oh?" Han Moyu couldn't help but think that Chen Sihu also had a cousin who died early.

Speaking of which, Han Moyu also saw Chen Sihu's cousin when he was young.

This cousin's aunt's name is Ning Yanran, and she looks as gentle and beautiful as her name, and Han Moyu still remembers the woman's faint smile and pale bloodless face.

It is said that Ning Yanran's father is a high-ranking official in the capital and has a very powerful wife; Ning Yanran's mother is just a concubine who is not favored, and this Ning Yanran is just a concubine born to a concubine who is not favored, and it is conceivable that Ning Yanran's life at home is not easy.

I heard that Ning Yanran had met someone when she was young, and she fell in love with that person at first sight, but later fell in love with him, and forced her to die, refusing the family affairs arranged by her parents, so the rumors about her not abiding by women's morals boiled for a while, and then they were suppressed.

Her mother was so angry and anxious that she fell ill and died not long after, and after her mother's death, she returned to her mother's uncle's house, that is, Chen Sihu's house, and lived a life under the fence.

From then on, Ning Yanran went deep into the Chen family, and his illness gradually worsened, and he was alone until he died.

Thinking of this, Han Moyu couldn't help but shudder and asked, "Fat Tiger, has your cousin always lived in this house?"

"Oh, yes, what's wrong?" asked Chen Sihu innocently.

"And she...... Was it in this room when he died?" Han Moyu asked, and couldn't help but sneak a glance around, a gust of wind blew, and Han Moyu's body was full of goosebumps.

"You're asking me to steal something from someone who has passed away?!" Han Mo said indignantly, turning his head and wanting to leave.

"Hmph, don't forget it. Do you think my cousin is a bad person?" asked Chen Sihu by rubbing his nose.

"Also...... It's okay...... I haven't seen it a few times, and I feel ...... People aren't bad......" Han Mo said.

That's right, although I have only seen a few times, and all I saw was the sick appearance of Chen Sihu's cousin, but Chen Sihu's cousin's aunt was full of joy, let the maid help her, reached out to touch Han Moyu's face, and said with a smile: "What a cute child......"

Han Moyu looked at her weak but smiling face, but she always had the illusion that it was not her Han Moyu who was staring at the depths of her cousin's eyes, but someone else.

With such doubts, she once asked her mother if she had known Chen Sihu's cousin before, but her mother denied it.

Han Moyu felt a little strange, this cousin probably liked her, because although she hadn't seen her a few times, she often received some delicious pastries and other gifts, and her mother said that it was given by Aunt Fat Tiger.

However, why did Chen Sihu's cousin treat her so well? Han Moyu sometimes couldn't understand it, so he asked his mother. The mother smiled and said, "That's because you look cute! Who doesn't like cute children?"

"Fat Tiger ......" Han Moyu remembered her cousin's kindness, her eyes turned a little red, and she asked in a daze, "Will you be good to a child because he looks cute?"

"This ......" Chen Sihu scratched his head and said, "Maybe...... Like me, I like you...... However, it also depends on the situation...... It's good-looking, but it's a brutal and domineering bad guy, I guess few people like it......"

"So, I'm not only good-looking, but also good-tempered, and very well-behaved, and people love me, right......" Han Moyu's face was slightly red, she was a little embarrassed to reach out and cover her hot face, but she secretly rejoiced in her heart.

"People love you when they see you!" Chen Sihu patted Han Moyu's head, "Don't feel sorry for yourself there! I guess a few little girls will like you! Also, I have taken a fancy to that little girl from the Xiao family, and she is going to marry her home as a daughter-in-law in the future, so you are not allowed to rob me in the future! Otherwise, be careful that I will beat you!" Chen Sihu clenched his fists and said.

"People are so cute, are you willing to fight......" Han Moyu deliberately whispered.

"Smack!" Before Han Mo could finish speaking, he felt a slap in his head.

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