Also unconsciously, Gu Moheng's cold face softened little by little, and tears fell gently and slowly like water droplets. But there is grief in the eyes, but there is also nostalgia, but there is also an unknown joy, what is this...... What's going on again......

Only Gu Moheng knew.

From the moment this piece begins......

No one knows what he had in mind...... Either happy or sad......

The people in the palace listened attentively, and one by one they were all stupid or confused......

And the gentle sound of the piano also quietly flew out of the upper room, slowly spread in all directions, and no one knew, when the sound of the piano flew into the air, everyone who heard the sound slowed down, or put down what they were doing.

Because of this, there is a very strange scene on the street outside Beijing, the pedestrians are soft, the pace is slow, and they seem to be lingering and unwilling to move forward.

At the same time, in the corners and corners close to Shangjing, there are several people who pretend to be ordinary people, or slowly put down the things in their hands, secretly watch Shangjing, and when they lower their eyebrows and raise their eyes, their expressions are unpredictable.

At this time, Su Wanliang entered a very wonderful place, as if returning to the world where he was born, watching the rising sun, watching the evening clouds rise, and people and the four seasons reincarnated.

She sank into her own world, without distractions, without holding, without melancholy, with and without feeling the outside world, as if she was willing to breathe like this, her hands moved on the strings, and it was so natural.

Wenqin, the picture that appeared in everyone's minds changed again:

The crops turned golden in the blink of an eye, and everywhere there were busy figures, and the sound of joyful laughter and the smell of rice wafted in the air, and the figures of people appeared and disappeared in the fields, and occasionally when they saw three or five, everyone was picking up the fallen ears of rice with baskets in their hands.

She herself had no idea what kind of brilliant color she had caused, and she was like a butterfly shuttling among flowers.

The picture in everyone's minds changed again, the golden disappeared just now, the mountains were snow-white, like pear blossoms, people and villages were covered in snow, strings of crooked and slanted, messy and lovely footprints were imprinted on the road leading to the house, no one was seen, but people felt that there were people everywhere.

For a long time, slowly ...... The snow scene is gone, and the mountains are full of green in front of me, as if it has just rained, the leaves are green **** drops, and there is a sound of spring water ding dong ding dong in the ears, and flowers and trees swaying with the wind.

In a piece of piano music, there is no one who plays the piano from beginning to end, but there are people who play the piano everywhere, and every bit of it is her heart's words.

When the piano turned low, the outside of the palace slowly continued to shine, and those who were in the corner quietly left.

It is said that the meaning of the qin is the voice of the heart, Su Wanliang just wants to use the sound of the qin as a sacrifice to tell the deceased mother, she is very good now, she doesn't need her to worry about it, what she wants, but the family is happy, the sisters are warm, what she cares about, this life, is still there, so,

Go, Mother, and go to the one who has been waiting for you.

That person will definitely make you happy.

Don't complain, don't worry, my daughter will do a good job.

Don't cross yourself, don't ask the Buddha, only ask the heart.

She stroked the strings as she pleased, but inadvertently stroked this song, but the time had come, that is, it also came out......

The killing intent is turned into sound, and the life of a person is cut off in an instant.

This is Su Wanliang's weapon in his previous life: the sound man.

The sound of the piano kills, and the people are invincible.

This is a comment from a previous life, known to the world.

The song was exhausted, it should have ended, but she still didn't have her hand, and the melodious sound of the piano was still echoing gracefully, like a slight spring, wandering in the jungle, reluctant to leave.

At this moment, Gu Moheng's eyes were clear,

The reluctance to listen to the sound at the end of the piano is a sign that the musician is caught in it.

Gu Moheng didn't have the same admiration in his eyes as everyone else, and Qian Ran was even more worried and sad, and couldn't bear to look at the woman sitting on the ground in the hall.

No one knew the sorrow of the woman in the temple better than they did.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano changed from light to heavy, from slow to fast, and after a while, it was as rapid as a shower, and the illusory tone was like a fierce horse galloping, turning into an earth-shattering shock; Nearly a thousand armies fought, and the soldiers fought each other, bursting out with sparks; It is like ten thousand drums sounding in unison, and the earth is mixed with lightning and thunder, and the sound of the collapse of mountains and rivers is hidden in it.

Su Wanliang slowly closed his eyes, savored such a rare artistic conception in his heart, and bounced it again, once again...... Now, she understood......

After the vicissitudes and frosts of three lifetimes, I have seen through the ruthless death of the world, I have tasted the pain of being betrayed by the people I love and believe, and I have witnessed the pain of the death of my loved ones......

Now, it has exhausted the vicissitudes of pain in her heart, and the endless resentment in her heart seems to be slowly released in this song.

This is her own stake.

The note slowly became lighter in the end of the recital, and the last note disappeared into the snowfall, Su Wanliang's hand hung weakly on the strings, and slowly raised his head, his little face was a little pale.

I saw that the woman stood up slowly, her expression was indifferent, and her clear eyes skimmed over everyone in the temple, these eyes were too clear, like a pearl bred on the petals of snow for ten thousand years, transparent, clear and not earthly, it seemed to be able to shine all the shadows of darkness, and those dirty, unbearable tricks would be ashamed of themselves under these bright eyes.

When he saw her for the first time, Gu Moheng knew that his eyes had not escaped these eyes.

And he was willing to sink.

Su Wanliang's fingers were originally injured, but as she kept drawing back and forth on the strings, the wounds became deeper, and a few fingers were injured to the flesh and blood, and the blood stained her ten fingers red, and even the thirteen strings were covered with blood.

Gu Moheng suddenly noticed something unusual, his figure flickered, flashed in front of everyone, and suddenly arrived in front of Su Wanliang, and bent down tremblingly.

At this time, Su Wanliang's body suddenly fell forward weakly.

Gu Moheng looked at Su Wanliang, who didn't feel it in his arms, he was so nervous that his muscles were stiff, as hard as an iron plate, and he wanted to reach out to touch the little face in front of him, but he didn't dare to take action after trying a few times.

Staring at her bloodstained fingers, the remorse in his heart grew stronger and stronger, and his heart ached like a knife, and he almost screamed.

The blood on the ten fingers stinged not his eyes, but his heart

"Ah Yang, Ah Yang ......" The small cry came out, turning into bursts of refreshing swords, painful, very painful......

Who says men don't have tears? It's just that "men don't lift their tears lightly, just because it's not time to be sad".

One step late is wrong

This is Shen Runqing's only pain at this time.

Many things in life, sometimes can be regarded as gambling, winning or losing can be laughed at, and the current situation is just like a gamble, but winning or losing is not despised by anyone, if the gambling wins, people are safe, if you lose, the consequences are unimaginable. (To be continued.) )