The door to the second floor was closed, and from time to time there was a low and melodious sound of the piano. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info a piano sound, a kind of sadness, a string, a trace of melancholy.

The sound of the piano is slow, as if telling a long story that has been sealed in the dust, sometimes reverberating, sometimes calm and sentimental. The sound of the piano is repeated, as if it has passed a thousand sails, after seeing all the seas, all the magnificent waves have been precipitated, and the humiliation is not shocked, and there is no harm in looking at the years.

Although Ye Qian can play the piano, she thinks that she is far inferior to Qingyin's little fur. Qingyin's piano skills are superb, and I am afraid that there is no one in the world who can compare with him. He and the quaint paulownia wood piano seems to be one, each other as a bosom friend, every fingertip across the strings, flowing out is the most beautiful music in the world, the artistic conception is leisurely, not in a hurry or slow, cleansing the turbidity of the world. However, the sound of Qingyin has always been clear and distant, and most of the time it is just pleasant to the ear, but it is not integrated into half of the emotion.

Maybe no one or anything in his world can really enter except the piano, and for him, the three thousand worlds are all in the micro-life.

Never heard such a sadness in the sound of the piano, Ye Qian couldn't help but feel sad, stood on the edge of the stairs, sighed heavily, and hesitated. Because what she wanted to say to Qingyin next was something she didn't want to mention, but it took several days of courage to make such a big determination, and if she didn't say it today, she was afraid that she would regret it tomorrow.

Ye Qian took a deep breath and carried his skirt upstairs, feeling that every step was extremely heavy, like a warrior who was about to die heroically. Outside Qingyin's door, he paced back and forth a few steps, and only knocked on the door with a gritted tooth.

Qingyin heard the sound of footsteps, raised her eyebrows and looked at the closed door, still caressing the piano calmly. When Ye Qian sighed at the bottom of the stairs, he had already noticed that she was wandering, and he was not entangled. It wasn't until he heard Ye Qian go upstairs that Qingyin finally made up his mind, his eyes sank, and there was a bowl of brown medicinal soup on the lacquer table out of thin air, and there was hot air.

"Come in."

Receiving a response, Ye Qian took a deep breath and pushed the door in. Qingyin just finished the piano at this time, glanced at her gently, and smiled slightly: "Shallow, what's the matter?" ”

"Master, I'm ......" Looking at Qingyin's face, Ye Qian began to retreat again. Clenching her fists and biting her cheeks, as if she had exhausted all the strength of her life, she said, "Master, I agree to have a relationship with the son of Dr. Jimo!" The words that had been stuffed in his heart were finally spoken, but what he got was not relief, looking at the slightly stunned expression on Qingyin's face, Ye Qian was suddenly very sad and wanted to cry.

"You mean, you're willing to marry?" Qingyin was indeed surprised that Ye Qian suddenly broke in and said such an unexpected sentence, sitting sideways on the low couch, looking at her with deep eyes, frowning slightly, "Qianqian, have you really thought about it?" ”

Got it in mind? Yes, she thought about it, she didn't want him to leave, but what could she do? In his mind, he instantly recalled what Fang Cai Chenghuang said, the master had arranged everything after he left ten years ago, and she could no longer be a drag on him, so she pursed her lips and nodded, "Well, I thought about it." ”

Qingyin's originally slightly frowned brows wrinkled more and more tightly after hearing Ye Qian's reply, and his slender fingers gently and regularly tapped the lacquer table, glancing at the bowl of medicinal soup that was resting in his hand, and his eyes were full of light. He really didn't expect that what Ye Qian was entangled in was this matter, didn't he say that he didn't want to marry?

After a long time, seeing that Qingyin was still silent, Ye Qian didn't know what he meant, and he was anxious in his heart, not wanting to accept the results he was about to face, but it seemed that after hearing Qingyin's reply, she could completely die, which was a kind of relief in a different way.

"Master?"

"Hmm."

"Master, if you really think about it, you have to marry someone after all, if you ...... If marrying the son of Dr. Jimo can reassure Master, I am willing. She thought that Qingyin's delay in making a decision was because she was afraid that she would be wronged, so she repeatedly emphasized that she had thought it through, and the decision she made was not impulsive but deliberate. Snorted and forcibly held back the tears that were about to flood, bent the corners of his lips and smiled reluctantly, the outline of the clear voice in the tears began to blur, but Ye Qian was still smiling hard: "Master, we are still like what you agreed with me when I was a child, you do what you have to do, and I will wait for you here, okay?" After finishing speaking, she finally couldn't help but lower her head, and no longer had the courage and strength to face Qingyin, she was afraid that he would see through her pretense of being strong, and she was afraid of everything he was going to say next.

He hoped that Ye Qian could be as willful as before, so he would feel less guilty at this time. Qingyin had mixed feelings in her heart for a while, and after a moment, "Shallow, about your marriage, Master thinks it can be discussed again." ”

Ye Qian took it for granted that Qingyin would be happy and relieved because of her decision, and without hearing it clearly, he nodded "um", and after reacting, he quickly raised his head and looked at Qingyin, "Master, what did you just say?" ”

Qingyin smiled helplessly, "Your family affairs are not in a hurry, you can wait a little longer." ”

"Really?" Ye Qian didn't know how to describe his mood, he felt that he suddenly flew from the bottom of the valley to the clouds, and the dark clouds were suddenly clear and the sky was clear, and he thought again, "But, but doesn't the master still have a lot of things to do?" ”

"That's right." Qingyin nodded, looked at Ye Qian intently, and when she saw her bright smile gradually turning from sunny to cloudy, she continued: "However, Master has decided to take you with you." ”

"Me?" Ye Qian was so surprised and happy that he was a little stunned, after coming back to his senses, his eyebrows and eyes were all smiling, and immediately after the rain and the sky was clear, he wiped the tears that rolled down his cheeks silently with his hands, with tears in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were smiling, which was the result she expected the most. "Won't Master think I'm a burden?"

"No, it won't." Looking at Ye Qian's ever-changing expression, Qingyin only felt both amused and helpless, his eyes were fixed on her bright eyes, as if he had seen something else through the starry sky, and sighed faintly, "Because Master may need your help." ”

"My help?" Ye Qian was puzzled, she couldn't think of anything she would help Qingyin, but just when she heard that she could help him, she felt very happy and satisfied.

Qingyin smiled slightly, "There are some things that Master will tell you slowly later." He turned his head to look at the bowl of medicinal soup on the lacquer table, and his expression was a little solemn. Obviously he has made up his mind, what is he still shaking at the moment?

Ye Qian followed Qingyin's gaze, because of curiosity, he took a few steps closer, sniffed, strange, how could it not have any taste if it was medicinal soup?

"Master, what is this?"

"It's nothing, you're sick and haven't recovered yet, it's for you to replenish your body." Qingyin's expression flickered, and his slender fingers picked up the medicine bowl and handed it to Ye Qian, "Drink it!" ”

"For me!" Ye Qian was suddenly worried, hesitating and not answering, what she hated the most was drinking medicine, "Master......"

Qingyin didn't speak, but frowned thoughtfully. Ye Qian saw that it was useless to be coquettish, so he had to take the medicine bowl from his hand and shake it gently, although this medicinal soup had no taste, Ye Qian was used to it, pinched his nose and was about to raise his head to drink it......

Qingyin suddenly asked: "Shallow, if you were always sixteen years old, would you be willing?" ”

"Why did Master suddenly ask this?" Ye Qian looked at Qingyin with the medicine bowl, and then bent his eyes and smiled clearly, it turned out that the master would also have some strange thoughts from time to time like her! But it's been ten years, why hasn't Master's appearance changed at all? Ye Qian suddenly became a little melancholy, if the master never got old, what would she do after she became an old grandmother? Do you continue to call 'Master'? Of course, Master will always be Master.

Realizing that his thoughts seemed to be drifting too far, Ye Qian stuck out his tongue mischievously and said with a smile: "Of course it's good!" If I had been sixteen forever, I would have always looked younger than Master! But......" she thought very seriously, "isn't it strange?" Master also said that there is a law to everything, and birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of human beings, and getting old and dying are unavoidable. Otherwise, when Mo Chou and they are all old, I will still look like this, and they will definitely be scared to death! Ye Qian continued to imagine that if she hadn't grown old in fifty years, would she look the same age as Mo Chou's grandchildren, that scene was funny just thinking about it, but it was weird and indescribably terrifying.

Qingyin's eyes sank, and the fingers that were tapping on the lacquer table suddenly stopped, frowning slightly, and looked at Ye Qian: "If you don't have friends in the future, and there are only Master and Rhubarb by your side, will you feel lonely?" ”

"Of course you won't be lonely, as long as you have Master and Rhubarb, it's enough!" In fact, Ye Qian hadn't come out of Qingyin's last question, and she blurted out the answer to this question completely without thinking. Ye Qian squeezed his eyes, leaned forward, looked at Qingyin closely, and asked puzzledly, "Master, why are there so many strange questions today?" ”

Qingyin clenched his fist weakly, blocked his lips and coughed lightly, leaning back slightly, widening the distance between him and Ye Qian, "When you were a child, you didn't ask some strange questions, did Master think you were annoyed?" ”

"I didn't!" Ye Qian stood up straight and looked at Qingyin innocently and aggrievedly, "I didn't bother Master!" ”

Qingyin pursed the corners of her lips slightly, and her vague smile had a taste of pampering in it, and she didn't ask anymore, but her eyes gradually darkened. Ye Qian was originally a lively character, how to make her imagine loneliness in the future. Immortality is a catastrophe, and the helplessness and loneliness in it are not as simple as loneliness! If she quietly imprisoned her eternal life and took away the peaceful life that originally belonged to her, it would inevitably be too cruel! Or wait a little longer...... In a few years, when she grows up, let's talk about it!

Ye Qianhu looked at Qingyin suspiciously, what was the master thinking? But she never guessed Master's thoughts, so she didn't guess. With her head down, she looked at the bowl of black medicinal soup in her hand with a sad face, and the problem she had to solve now was it!

Those deep eyes looked at Ye Qian, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he seemed to be smiling when he was meditating, but the smile never reached the bottom of his eyes. Qingyin thought about it and felt that he was not a muddy character, but he compromised everywhere in front of Ye Qian. He once thought that ten years were just a blink of an eye in his long life, and nothing could be changed, but in the end, it was himself who became the most. He sighed lightly, and finally brushed his clothes and got up, walked over, snatched the bowl in Ye Qian's hand, and put it on the lacquer table casually: "The medicine is cold, don't drink it, so as not to make a stomach upset." The medicinal soup in the bowl shook, and a few drops splashed out with Qingyin's movements, falling onto his slender and white hands, and then quickly seeping into his skin at a speed that his eyes could not see, and disappeared into the invisible in an instant. The two or three drops of medicinal soup that splashed on the lacquer table did not react at all, and lay there silently.

"Is it cold?" Ye Qian looked at Qingyin in some surprise, she was obviously still a little hot when she took it over just now, so she didn't dare to touch the outer wall of the bowl again, shouldn't the temperature be just right now? Could it be that she is hallucinating? But she was naturally happy that she didn't need to drink medicine.

Her most distressing things have been solved, the clouds lingering in her heart have been swept away, Ye Qian is really comfortable at the moment, leisurely pacing in the Qingyin room, leaning on the window and looking out, watching the scenery. The breeze was warm, the sky was blue, a few sparrows were chirping and singing on the boulders by the river, and even the cicadas that usually sounded irritating were so pleasant to the ears at the moment. Ye Qian supported his chin with one hand, not knowing what he was thinking, he shook his head for a while, and laughed again for a while.

Qingyin sat on the low couch, dusted off the hem of his clothes, glanced at Ye Qian lightly, and smiled helplessly. If it were possible, he hoped that she could always smile like a flower and live her life carefree. Thinking of this, Qingyin inevitably sighed, things have come to this point, forcing him to choose to abandon her! sighed, then wiped the medicinal soup on the lacquer table, and moved the guqin in front of him.

Ye Qian suddenly turned his head and asked Qingyin with a smile: "Master, Master, what do you eat for dinner?" Do you have anything in particular you'd like to eat? ”

Qingyin was wiping the body of the piano, and was asked by Ye Qianyi, his brows furrowed slightly, didn't he just have lunch? Still under Ye Qian's extremely expectant gaze, he thought about it very seriously, and the result was ......, "No." ”

"Really?"

"Shallow ......"

Seeing that Qingyin was sitting precariously and looked like he was going to preach, Ye Qian hurriedly interrupted him, wrinkled his nose, sighed in his throat and learned the tone that Qingyin had always taught her before, and said seriously: "Shallow, you can't be like rhubarb, you can't be like rhubarb, you want to ......" Before she finished speaking, she couldn't help laughing.

"It's getting bigger and smaller." Qingyin was helpless, and wanted to reprimand her with a straight face, but she couldn't help laughing.

"Master, I'm sorry......" Ye Qian apologized, but there was cunning in her eyes, she was always preached In fact, she wanted to return it a long time ago, but she never dared to do so. Jumping up and down to the edge of the low couch, he sat opposite Qingyin, leaned his elbow on the lacquer table and looked at Qingyin with his face, and said seriously: "Because I am in a good mood today, I want to add food!" ”

"Feeling good?" Qingyin repeated with a smile, he had never seen anyone find such a far-fetched reason for being greedy. nodded, and continued to wipe the guqin, "Okay, I'm in a good mood, so add food." ”