The sparks generated by the collision of fingertips and fingertips, the electric light flows, and the fire is wanton.

Hot and romantic, gentle and affectionate, it enlightens and shocks the soul of every human who feels it.

The fingertips gently landed on the guitar and slowly played along with the score. If you ask where is the sound of the guitar in the huge piano room?

The sound of the guitar is far away in the sky, close in the heart. The so-called most beautiful appearance of music is the moment when the melodious tune hits the heart.

Everything is so appropriate, everything is so beautiful. Not salty, not light, no more, no less, just right.

Let's dance along with "Praise of Love". Imagine the face of your loved one in a cheerful melody.

In the dreamy starry sky, gently take her hand and spin beautifully with her.

There is no noisy sound foil for the four eyes, only the heartbeats of each other like fawns.

The guitar prince played his beloved tune again in the piano room, and the prince closed his eyes. Gently and deeply caressing the strings, as if caressing the hair of the beloved woman.

The moment the music played, the person he was reading appeared in front of him again.

"Is this song again?"

A girl with a violin on her back happened to pass by like last time. Be captivated by the prince's attentive and soulful playing.

I went to the last row of the piano room and found a place to sit down. The violin is in place, and the main theme of the guitar is played.

The girl's piano room is right next door to the boy's. The instruments are similar in the same place, and if nothing else, the boy has to practice late every day. Girls and boys always leave on their front and back feet.

The girl had a desire to become the best violinist in the world, so she stayed up all night practicing difficult pieces.

And the boy seemed to be working harder than she was. I don't know if it's because of the poor foundation. The boy's melody, though warm and hot, is still a little stiff. If you want to reach the level of a girl, you still need to find more time to practice.

The boy seems to know this, and every time he leaves later than the girl. In this way, the girl had an impression of the boy, and when she heard the boy playing "Praise of Love", she took out her violin and played with the boy.

Girls have a higher knowledge of music theory and a better grasp of musical instruments than boys. So the girl who knew the song well made chords on the basis of the original. Make two sounds blend better.

From afar, a noble and elegant guitar prince stands tall, and behind him stands a proud violin princess.

When the violin melody entered, the prince was slightly stunned, and then returned to normal: "Is it you again? I will see you in that moment." ”

The last perfect cooperation in the piano room, when Yechen Xuan was immersed in the perfect melody, the girl had quietly left.

Now I met again, in this same place, to collaborate on this "Praise of Love". How could Yechen Xuan let him go so easily.

"Who are you?" asked the prince, flicking his fingers back and forth on the guitar. The melodious melody did not stop because of the prince's question.

"A person who happens to be passing by, or a girl who is attracted to your music. The girl's delicate face was full of smiles, although this face was not as characteristic as the girl in his dreams.

"Oh?"

The prince seemed puzzled by what the girl had said.

The princess thought about it, and laughed out loud when she thought it was funny: "The hot and stiff performance has to be the kind of mood that must be perfectly interpreted." We are the same in this regard. ”

"I want to be the best violinist in the Nighthawk Luo Empire, and to open my own path with music in this world where force is paramount. ”

"Without combat effectiveness, it is difficult to live, how can you talk about dreams?" the prince stopped the melody in his hand, and the picture became reality in an instant.

In the piano room sat two students, the boy with the guitar and the girl with the violin. The boy looked back at the girl, as if waiting for the girl's answer.

"So try it at the cost of life, because life is your own. ”

With that, the girl raised a sweet smile.

For a moment, the girl and a goose-yellow figure intertwined. It seems that An Qing, who has long hair and fluttering hair, is standing in front of him now, and An Qing has said such things to him.

"I don't want anything for the sake of freedom, and if one day I leave this world because of my willfulness, please don't feel sorry for me. Even if it's gone forever, I'll be happy. Because then there are no regrets in life. This kind of wonderfulness is worth pursuing. ”

The girl's gaze was sincere and determined.

On the night when the three of them were tricked by the stars into going to the 'Misty Forest'. picked up silver to pretend to be a rescuer, and only he and An Qing were left under the well.

The two of them lay head to head on the cold stone steps, hungry and thirsty. It's not that he didn't think he would die, but his sister's dark and shining eyes in the dark night illuminated his confused heart.

At that moment, he realized that maybe life should be willful to do what he wants.

Therefore, after clarifying the intention of the July teacher, he will take the lead in proposing to maintain an equal partnership with Shiyin.

It turned out that he was right, and it was a good time for him and Shiyin to hide their thoughts from each other.

Compared to the past, time is more precious now.

The problem is still there. They have different positions and different things they want. These are real problems. But after the two reached an agreement, they were smart enough to deliberately avoid this kind of problem when they encountered it. This was a brief period of peace. So that the relationship between them can be fermented.

Seek common ground but not perfection, cherish regardless of the length of time. Yechenxuan believes that this time is also very beautiful for picking silver.

This is probably his biggest gain during this time. Compared to the way he lives with a mask, he is more comfortable now.

"I see. ”

When the girl heard Ye Chenxuan's words, she laughed: "Tomorrow at this time, the piano room will not be gone, and I will teach you a better song." ”

"Hmm. ”

Yechenxuan nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, the girl happily put the violin in the bag, walked out of the door and playfully showed her little head: "The night is less, and I will see you tomorrow." ”

"Hmm. ”

Ye Chenxuan finished answering, accompanied by the sound of brisk footsteps in the corridor.

Seeing this, Yechenxuan couldn't help but feel funny, it seems that the girl is looking forward to meeting tomorrow.

"Is your brother going to die in the piano room? ”

At the end of the day's training, An Qing and Zhenkan also came out of the skateboarding club. Seeing that the light in the piano room where Yechenxuan was still on, it was so beautiful that I couldn't help but lose two sentences.

"Oh, no, there's still a figure. "It's so good-looking, and I stepped forward, swaying from side to side trying to see the people behind the piano room.

After seeing the figure clearly, he looked back with a mysterious face: "It's a girl who is practicing in the piano room with Yechenxuan." You said that Yechenxuan wouldn't fall in love. It's strange that there was a girl in the piano room all of a sudden. And I heard that the piano room is divided according to the instrument, and the girl is holding a violin, and there must be something strange about the appearance of the night in the piano room. ”

said that it was really good-looking, and the shrewd little eyes blinked, quite a Conan feeling.

An Qing thought about what her sister said, it seems normal for her brother to have a girlfriend.

"If my brother finds a girlfriend, then I will definitely be the first to bless him. When I fall in love in the future, I can also go to my brother to learn from him. ”

looked at An Qing's innocent appearance, and she really looked like she hated iron but not steel: "Qingqing, are you stupid." Who is Yechen Xuan? He is the second prince of the Nighthawk Luo Empire, even if he doesn't have any real power in his hands, he is still a prince! As the so-called fat water does not flow into the fields of outsiders, although there is a big prince looking for you to be the queen of the night, you can't just throw away the spare tire of Yechen Xuan. ”

“......”

An Qing only felt that her face was full of black lines when she was really good-looking, what is this......

It's really her good sister, and she talks to her very well... But I think it's a little crooked......

"Sister, I think you seem to have misunderstood something......"

This kind of question is really difficult to explain, and An Qing can't think of a suitable word after thinking about it.

Who knew that it was really good-looking, but he scoffed at An Qing's words: "Qingqing, you are inevitably too simple." How can there be a pure friendship between men and women, anyway, from a comprehensive consideration, Yechen Xuan is much more reliable than Ye Yingchen. And at the same time, you won't lose the two sons of the Night Emperor, no matter how you count it......"

Really nice was still talking about something, but her voice was getting farther and farther away. Because An Qing had already quietly evacuated from her side and walked in the direction of the dormitory.

How not to lose, with a pure brother-sister relationship, in exchange for a longer-term lover. No matter how An Qing thinks about it, she feels that she has lost home.

Now she doesn't want to do anything but find her mother!!

Under the moonlight, a girl in a goose yellow shirt walked arrogantly to the dormitory. I don't know what came to mind, I shook my head with disgust, and quickened the pace of walking.

Gongsun Dada: I heard that this girl is a person who makes Yechenxuan remember deeply. It is said that the big bug in the back was started by a girl!

Oh my God, that girl wouldn't really be with Yechenxuan. What should poor little Anqing do~~~

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