Although he also knew that he might not really like the girl.

There is only a glimpse, only one tune, just say you like it, just say love, some are too shallow. However, at the age of eighteen, he was at the height of his struggle with his father.

Although Yu Zexiao was young and vigorous, he almost succumbed to his father's coercion, filled in the university he hoped he would be admitted to, and followed his established path. It was that girl, that girl's pure and clear music, and her pure and clear eyes, that gave him this hope and made him make up his mind to apply for the music department, and after graduation, he entered the entertainment industry against all odds.

Although Zhilu said, the chance of meeting that girl in this life is not very large. Moreover, even if the two of them have the opportunity to meet again, maybe ten years later, she is not the person who amazed him back then. However, that girl still left a strong mark in his heart.

Therefore, he really regretted that Jian Anning couldn't play the piano, not her.

As for why do you want to imagine Jian Anning as that character

He himself couldn't tell, he couldn't tell. It felt, as if I wished she was the girl, and that's it.

At this time, in the night breeze, Jian Anning's face fell into the blurred night, and the shallow bangs on her forehead were blown up by the wind, like the spring of February, just pulling out the buds, and the willow leaves floating slightly by the river. The delicate willow branches, gently swaying at the water's edge, can easily cause ripples in the lake of people's hearts.

Maybe the moonlight was too charming, or maybe it was the slight drunkenness after drinking red wine, Yu Zexiao squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at her quietly.

Looking at it up close, this woman doesn't seem to be so ugly - Yu Zexiao's original standard, but a woman who looks ugly than himself, even if she is a rare beauty, he also feels ugly. Therefore, in the face of a pure beauty like Jiang Chenqi, or a flaming red-lipped chun like Pei Anna, he thinks she is an ugly girl.

Jian Anning's appearance is not the kind of beauty that is very eye-catching at first glance. However, she is the type who feels very comfortable the more she looks. Her facial features are very dignified, not the deliberate dignified dignity of Jiang Tanqi, but the feeling that the whole person looks very dignified. It's also very natural to dress up, just like a refreshing and pleasant sister next door. Zui-chun is ruddy and small, without any chun-paste, and looks fresh and natural, like fresh petals. He still remembered the sweet taste in her zui, just like the faint sweet fragrance after the roses bloomed after the rain. The tip of the nose is straight and delicate, like a green bamboo shoot that has just broken through the soil before and after Qingming, which makes people can't help but want to take a bite.

Perhaps the most special thing is her eyes. Different from the clear aura of the girl in the Golden Hall, Jian Anning's eyes were like a bottomless deep pool. The breeze is gentle, and it can only blow the layers of light on the surface. And the hills and ravines inside, he couldn't see anything.

Such a look does not look like a twenty-six-year-old woman at all. It seems that as soon as I saw her, a few words popped up in my mind - this is a woman with a story -

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Xiao's old books have all been released except for Yun Ting, and if you can't find the pen name, you can search for the title of the book. It's all over, and there's no pressure to follow up~ Yunting is continuing to revise, striving for early release from prison, thank you for your support