"Mengxuan, you can't talk about death!" He pressed his fingers lightly against her lips, "Remember, your mommy must be watching you from heaven, you said that her greatest hope is that you can become a musician like your daddy, you promise your mommy, you must do it, and don't worry!" My heart will always be with you! ”

"Owen!" Meng Xuan looked at Jiang Feng with feeling, this handsome boy really had a lot of things that could move her, and he was the only man who could touch her heartstrings. Although she knew that his nature was far less good than what he was looking out to be now, she still wanted to be surrounded by his warmth, and she thought that maybe she loved him too much and needed him too much to wake up from his dream, "Owen, tell me what is the difference between me and my mommy?" Meng Xuan looked at the painting on the wall and asked Jiang Feng.

"The way your mother and daughter are beautiful is completely different, your mommy's beauty is pure and transcendent, there is no fame and fortune entanglement, and your beauty is more vigorous, if your mommy is a forest elf, you are a music elf! You can pluck a single note and go deep into the soul of a person! ”

"Owen!" She sighed, "You are really a master of interpreting women, and different women have different interpretations in your eyes." In this life, how many girls do you have to interpret to be satisfied? ”

"Mengxuan, don't mention the past, okay? I just want to treat you well now! ”

"Really?" Meng Xuan's big eyes suddenly flashed, and her delicate and slender eyelashes were shaking gently.

"Do you need me to swear?"

"No, don't give promises lightly!" She leaned into his chest, looked at him with stupid eyes, and murmured like a poem, "Owen, I am willing to be crazy for you in this life, crazy to have no scruples, this life is willing to be crazy for you, crazy to the point that even if everything in heaven and earth is empty, I have no regrets, Owen, I love you, no matter how you treat me in this life, I love you!" ”

"Mengxuan!" Speechless, he bowed his head and kissed her lightly on the lips.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Xia Qingyang and his assistant returned to the living room, and only Ah Cai was busy in the living room, "Ah Cai, where is Miss?" ”

"Miss and Young Master Jiang have gone to the garden. Miss wants Young Master Jiang to be her first audience today! ”

"Does a businessman know how to appreciate music?" Xia Qingyang unconsciously had a smile on his face, "But as long as Meng Xuan likes it, it's fine!" ”

"Master, do you want to go over and have a look?"

"Well, it's not bad to go for a walk in the garden!"

Coming to the garden, a melodious piano sound came from the corner of the garden, Xia Qingyang couldn't help but stop, from a distance, he saw his daughter who was playing the piano with a focused expression, unlike in the past, at this time Mengxuan's piano sound was not sad and sad but cheerful and bright, just like her state of mind at the moment.

Xia Qingyang habitually took out his pipe but did not light it, continued to look in the direction of his daughter with loving eyes, and caught a glimpse of his daughter falling briskly into the arms of the young man after the end of the song, the picture of the intimacy between the two made Xia Qingyang only feel sour in his heart, and unconsciously the picture of being with his wife in the past appeared in front of his eyes again, tears slipped down from the corners of his eyes, and he unconsciously shook his head and sighed, "Old, old, the past is not coming back." ”