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Long.

Long Yu raised his eyes and smiled, as if he were a startled glance.

"Yingrong?" She called him as crisply as a child. "Can the broken mirror be reunited?"

She smiled and left with Yu Chuan, and Yingrong was stunned in place.

And this question, not unanswered, but not at all.

Ever since she had changed her white shirt to Yingrong the next day, she had never seen the elegant young man who always bowed his head and stroked the piano, and the one who ran to her side in surprise until he glanced at the veil in the crowd. Then he took her hand like a gentle brother and said, "Qianmo, what kind of music did Yingrong make today, come and listen to it and give me your advice." ”

Never again.

He thought she was going to marry someone else as a concubine, silly child.

And on that day, almost everyone in the market knew that the top brand of Liuyun Fang, the girl Qianmo, was going to marry a concubine. Her status in the market has plummeted. Fang Niang, who thought that she could rely on her smash hit and earn more money, treated her differently in an instant, and she soon couldn't stay in the market anymore. Not only did her number of appearances greatly decrease, but the legendary stories about her in the capital instantly turned into people's jokes after dinner.

But only she smiled bitterly, in fact, what is the difference between being a concubine and being the head of the Liuyun Fang? This is not the interest relationship between status and personal affection, but no matter what situation she is in, it is the path she chooses by herself, and it is the inevitable step she will take for the implementation of the plan. One less step, she is still not a dragon feather.

Soon the person she wanted to meet was coming, and she was really looking forward to it.

Before leaving, you should go and meet Yingrong's child, right?

Long Yu picked up the sheet music he had written all night last night, and slowly pushed the door open heavily.

"Yingrong!"

The moment she pushed open the door, she saw a beautiful young man with a haggard face but as usual, who flowed like a river. Long Yu always described him like this, the sound of the piano is like a small river, and so are people.

Because Yiyan is the clear spring of the eyes......

"Qianmo, in fact, I have always wanted to say to you......"

Long Yu pressed his lip flap with his index finger, "Don't say it, I know." She knew how much courage he mustered, and she knew what a gentle brother Yingrong was.

In fact, she knew in her heart that he, a child who couldn't hide his thoughts, thought that he could hide it from others if he pretended to be indifferent.

"Come, come in. Qianmo has something for you. She only regards him as a good brother, a gentle and flawless young man who is as gentle as jade, but who is growing up slowly, and gradually he will encounter ups and downs and reluctance, and then continue to grow up, learn to better protect himself, and then protect the people around him. The fluttering and paranoid boy who likes to play the piano, even if no one understands his sound.

His thoughts flowed slowly between the sound of the piano, "Actually, do you know Yingrong? ”

"What?"

"You are like a child who is in a hurry to grow up, and he pokes his head to read the loneliness and sadness in your eyes, but in fact, your heart has long been in your piano sound." She smiled sideways, brushing the light strands of hair across his forehead.

Many years later, Yingrong, the kind and simple white-clothed pianist. He would also stroke the qin again on a night when the west wind blew the shengqin in the middle of the night, reflecting the bright and cold of the upper Xuanyue. Playing the sheet music that hasn't changed for years, he said. "Yingrong is finally no longer in a hurry to grow up, you said that my piano sound has long had my thoughts."

The west wind blew gently and shallowly, and the snowflakes fell silently. "Actually, you know that's you!"