On the Internet, the third volume of Chen Chen's serialized "Ming" has come to an end, a month is not too much, a lot less is said, according to the calculation of time, Chen Chen will release on time every day, a basic four chapters in a row, the highest seven chapters to ten chapters are released, the strength of the outbreak can even make the empire's first-class Internet writers bow down and throw themselves to the ground. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

And because Chen Chen has increased his intensity so much, and there are many more fans, on Yilian's blog, the scum in the comment area will always be sprayed to the trough by powerful dried fish fans, and they will never dare to surface again.

Mr. Xiaodao is like this, he has never dared to show his face.

And at this moment, he stood at a table, and looked down at a cleanly dressed and spotless man, a woman, to be exact.

She looked vulgar and vulgar like an upstart, wearing a short skirt that was hip-length, and a deep cleavage flickered under her V-shaped shirt.

"Hu Xiaodao, are you sure of his true identity?"

"Mrs. Lu, Xiaodao doesn't dare to hide it, it's true."

"Hmph, don't lie to me, I can make them behave, and you are no exception." The noble lady pointed to the bodyguards around and said, "Look at these scumbags, which one is not taller and handsome than you, but they can only be my attendant." ”

Hu Xiaodao responded with nice words, too many questions made him look at Mrs. Lu in front of him, she turned her back to him, her hips were raised high, and her feet were a little apart, luring Hu Xiaodao to take a step forward.

It's just that he didn't make a move, Mrs. Lu in his mouth glanced at him, but he still stood still, Mrs. Lu was a little anxious, "What are you afraid of, they are all my loyal followers, and they won't tell him, that old man is also a soft commodity, and if he can't get it a few times, he will run out of food and grass." ”

In the end, all the followers were cleared, and the two of them were one step closer, the clothes on their bodies fell, and they bit their ears lightly.

Chen Chen didn't know that many people were paying attention to him, and he didn't have the leisure to wait and see, he just saved the manuscript as much as possible, and gathered more and more, and the rest of the brothers in the dormitory were also dizzy because of Chen Chen's books these days.

So much so that they often doze off during class time, but they have become accustomed to reading the manuscript first, otherwise the class time is even more listless.

On this day, Chen Chen and Zeng Zeng met, Zhang Hanyi sat next to him, and the three of them had words from time to time, and then, they were immersed in their own thoughts.

"This syllable is played like this, it's not that you pluck it hard, the speed of the movement, the strength of the hand, should be somewhat accurate, and the purpose should be ......", Chen Chen plucked a piano and said slowly, "Just like this, the gentle sound is not just caused by your gentle plucking, but the thought, the eye to the heart, everything is not simple." ”

"I knew I wasn't up to it." Zeng Zeng's face turned red, Zhang Han couldn't stand it, Zeng Zeng had been staying in the rented house with Zhang Han for the past two days, one of them played the guzheng and sang a small song, the other occasionally moved to play a set of boxing, and occasionally chanted poems, with an extremely disproportionate feeling.

However, these two goblin-like women, without the urging of Chen Chen's seedling, have become each other's important sisters, which makes Chen Chen feel amazed by the importance of fate.

"You've made a lot of progress, and I'm optimistic about you." Chen Chen encouraged Zeng Zengdao.

The two went through several run-ins again, and finally a song came out completely, Zeng Zeng looked at Chen Chen, there was a trance, when they were children, they still had a considerable tacit understanding, although they had always been able to guess Chen Chen's thoughts, but this time there was a slight deviation.

Chen Chen looked at her, Zeng Zeng was a little embarrassed, and couldn't help but chuckle: "We, continue." ”

Zhang Han almost made a splash when she heard Zeng Zeng's words, she thought that Zeng Zeng was also an innocent girl, but she didn't expect it to be so atmospheric.

Zhang Han had been stunned to watch the two of them singing and playing, closing his eyes, and after they finished playing, he couldn't help but scream, and he was so excited that he had forgotten that the two people who were immersed in fantasy just now.

"It's good, it's so good, it's the rhythm and the tune I want."

Zhang Hanyi said heartily, about this song, she didn't expect Chen Chen to have such a beautiful tune, "You created it yourself?" How I don't trust someone. ”

"Brand new, as pure as someone." Chen Chen's face was amused for a while, in addition to being speechless or silent, this delicate girl, can she be dumb if she doesn't speak?

Seeing that Zhang Hanyi didn't believe it, Chen Chen turned over a manuscript next to him, this is the script of this song, Chen Chen defined the countries in it as two regions of the empire for this song, added his own understanding, changed it again and again, and after a few days of hard work, he finally completed the script.

Zhang Han flipped through the script and glanced at Chen Chen from time to time, as if it was not like what Chen Chen wrote, but seeing is believing, and the handwriting is also Chen Chen's, but he glanced at Chen Chen.

"I didn't expect you to write a script." Zhang Hanyi put down the manuscript in his hand and said, "However, I really can't understand what you wrote." ”

Chen Chen was hit on the spot, "Master works are not something that someone can understand. ”

"It's wet, it's wet." Zhang Han smiled and shook his back, "You see your hands are wet." ”

Chen Chen was desperate, talking with this big-mouthed girl, discussing it so that his old face was blushing, and seeing that the girl next to him who no longer played the guzheng was also looking at him quietly, he couldn't help coughing dryly, and said, "That, let's continue." ”

Zhang Hanyi looked at the two of them strangely, what Chen Chen said seemed very ambiguous at this moment, and he was suspected of getting darker and darker, so he simply stopped looking at this bad girl, and the two once again threw themselves into the ranks of tacit understanding.

A piano and a zheng, Luan Feng and Ming.

It seems that with boundless words, with endless thoughts, the pale feelings are rich, and the illusory friendship is filled, and the two look at each other and meet silently.

Chen Chen and Zeng Zeng glanced at each other tacitly, and between the two of them, a trace of emotion intersected in the music, and the flowers fell and bloomed.

The melodious tunes and beautiful notes echo in the space, like the rain in summer, the oasis in the desert, and the poignant color in the faint autumn breeze.

Whose tears are flying, whose love is rippling leisurely, as if the bitterness is sweet, but with bitterness and loss, as if a look, and look at eternity.

The moment Zeng Zeng put down his hand to play the guzheng, he couldn't help but be lost, "It turns out that this is the case?" ”

Her tears flowed, like seeing a lover, with a happy smile, just a flash, and Lao Yan flew away.

She turned her head and looked at Chen Chen's side face, Chen Chen had changed, but she had never noticed that Chen Chen was so creative in music, and this poignant love story was vividly reproduced in the melodious tune of the zither and the song.

She flipped through the script written by Chen Chen, but after a moment's effort, she was already deeply immersed in it.

As the story is tiled, a looming love appears, she looks forward to it, she is happy, she is tactful, she is worried, she is lonely......

The endless taste reverberates, and finally reluctantly closes the script.

"You're not Meng Yi, I can't go with you." She gently reminisced, she thought that the final ending should be happy, but the final loneliness overshadowed her mood.

A thousand years of love, all things are dogs.

Zeng Zeng smiled bitterly, Zhang Han saw it in his eyes, took her wrist, and asked, "Is it a tragedy?" ”

Zeng Zeng nodded, Zhang Han was furious, looking at the young man standing on the side with a natural expression, he wanted to kick to death, "Ya, it's too evil, it makes Zeng Zeng's sister cry." ”

"Don't blame him, I just didn't think of the ending." Zeng Zeng gently wiped away her tears, that beautiful woman, still in love with her lover at the time, even if she waited for thousands of years, she was still lonely, but she was also willing.

And herself, is she the same? She thought about it too.

The house was still filled with the sound of the piano, Chen Chen's face was a little excited, just now, he felt that he had a breakthrough feeling again, just a few attempts, but it was not satisfactory.

Put down the piano, the resentment is incomparable, and the inspiration that flashes away just now passed quietly.

He turned his head and looked at the two women talking, and listened carefully, it was the script of the song.

"Chen Chen, what are you going to do with this script?" Zhang Hanyi asked.

"Keep it." Chen Chen responded.

"Hey, it's too selfish for you to put so much effort into enjoying it for yourself." Zhang Han stomped his feet in anger.

"Then what can I do, I don't know a talent for filmmaking." Chen Chen was helpless, looked at this girl who was more anxious than himself, and asked, "This is not like you, haven't you always hit me?" Why are you in such a hurry for me to take it out this time? ”

"Because, I want to see more people - crying, hahaha." Zhang Hanyi went crazy again, Chen Chen ignored this crazy girl, she was too a failure to be a person, how could she know her.

But fortunately, she likes her cousin, it seems that in the future, if there is really hope, her cousin is estimated to be even more devastating, as soon as he thinks of this, Chen Chen inexplicably looks at Zhang Hanyi, and can't help but be happy.

Zeng Zeng sneered and laughed, Zhang Hanyi's performance stimulated her to the extreme, this girl is simply a pistachio.

"If you want to see more people cry, there is actually one place that is the best." Chen Chen laughed mischievously.

"Oh? Where? "Zhang Hanyi and Zeng Zeng came to be interested.

"Yilian Blog." Chen Chen pretended to be forced.

"Cut, you didn't write it, so I'm not interested in reading it." Zhang Han glanced at Chen Chen, and even with Zeng Zeng, a good girl, she was about to fall, and her eyes were full of questions.

"So you know." Chen Chen smiled, "You thought you didn't know?" ”

"The author of that god, who doesn't know, it is estimated that his name on the official station of the empire now also has the name of Xiaohuo, but compared with the scum of the station, but he really has a little talent, but compared with my book, it is nothing."

Zhang Hanyi's narcissistic tone made Chen Chen cry and laugh, and said, "Yes, your "Things Are Human Wrong" is good-looking. ”

"No, "First Close Contact" is also very good, but it's too sad, I guess it's the same cup as your script."

The two begged each other lightly, Zeng Zeng had a headache when he heard it, and said with a smile, "Are you bullying me for not going to college and leaving me aside?" ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sister Zengzeng." Zhang Han immediately admitted his mistake, no wonder he couldn't hear Zeng Zeng's voice, it turned out that she couldn't interject.

"It's okay, you go on, don't say it, it's interesting." Zeng was earnestly enlightened.

Chen Chen was speechless, he had followed Zhang Han for only a few days, and he had learned badly, the changes before and after were really too great.

He simply couldn't see it and pressed the keys again.

I once saw this, and I also walked towards the guzheng.

Zhang Hanyi sat leisurely on the chair, his calves shook, his eyes closed, and he wandered into space.

The sound of the piano and the music of the zither quietly merge unconsciously, like a furnace, forging and refining, with some slight changes in time.

And this change did not attract the attention of the two.

Time flies, hurrying by.

The passing years sank one by one under the busy and leisurely expressions of each person.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Hanyi woke up from his dream, opened his eyes, and there were still two people in front of him, a man and a woman, a piano and a zither, and they cooperated closely and harmoniously.

Without the feeling of rustiness at the beginning, there seems to be a hint of echoing whispers, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, it becomes endless poignant.