Canghai Meng was taken by her brother to a white doorway, and there was a small pink bamboo basket on the door, which she remembered was used to hold her father's message to her. Because Canghai's father often has to fly everywhere, Canghai Dream asks his father where to go, or if he has something to say to her, he writes it and puts it in this small pink basket. She looked inside, and really left a note:

Dear Daughter,

When I saw you being pushed into the operating room covered in blood, my father's heart was torn, and I was afraid that you would leave me like your mother. However, later, you got out of danger and slowly got better, and Dad's hanging heart was also relaxed. Now, Dad is going on a business trip again and can't personally pick you up from the hospital, please forgive Dad. Dad is not at home, you have to listen to your brother well, tell him about anything, or call Dad. Daddy comes back and you bring gifts. Daddy loves you!

Daddy stays

"Daddy is busy again?" Meng'er recalled for a long time before she understood the simplified Chinese characters on it, and asked in a low voice.

"yes, let's get in." Canghai Dream let his brother lead him into the bedroom.

"Brother, I'm not tired yet."

"Well, then you can rest in your room. Brother still has something to say to you, Brother You. Canghai Meng heard his brother mention Qing Tianyou, only to realize that Qing Tianyou did not follow.

"Well, go ahead."

The door closed softly, and Canghai Meng carefully looked at his future living room. The white wooden bed frame is in a classic European style. The wall lamp at the head of the bed is a warm orange. A few beautiful glass doors, white curtains flutter when the wind blows, bringing a dreamy, romantic feeling. Walking out of the alley, the scenery of the entire courtyard is in full view. A wooden chair with a comfortable cushion on it walked over, sat down, and sighed to herself: This is a nice treat.

Just about to lie down, Yu Jiao saw that the white curtains next door had been fluttering and fluttering, and the memory given in her mind was that next door was her study. As if on a trail, she stood up and walked next door. However, she remembered that there was nothing special in the study. To the left of the door is a large desk with some pen and paper and a 32-inch computer monitor. On the right hand side is a piano, she remembers that this piano was given by Cang Haixiong when she was a child, when Meng'er was just about to learn piano. Surrounded by bookshelves lined with all kinds of books. The study has no balcony, and on either side of the window hang two pots of ivy.

Gently push open the door of the study, and the purchase inside is really just like what I had in mind. It's just that, next to the piano, there is something like a bench that is covered by a cloth. Meng'er walked over and lifted the cloth. Thur? But, is it twenty-one strings? Kite? Yes, it's called Guzheng now. I moved a stool over, put my hand on the string, and slowly played the melody in my heart from my hand, gradually getting better, forgetting that it was in Shengyue in modern times.

The two men who were still talking downstairs looked at each other in surprise when they heard the sound of the piano protruding upstairs. Cang Haijun reacted first, and the three steps turned into two steps and walked upstairs, followed closely by Qing Tianyou. When they were about to reach the door of the study, they all slowed down, for fear of disturbing the people who were playing the piano inside.

The door was ajar, and they stopped moving. I saw a slender figure inside, sitting in front of the zither, with ten fingers like an orchid, lightly buttoning the strings. The sound of the piano is faint, and the sound is sad, as if the vicissitudes of the world have been exhausted.

After the song ended, a tear slipped from Meng'er's eyes. Under the reflection of the sun, it stung the hearts of the two men in the dream. One is family affection, and the other is unclear feelings.

"Meng'er, don't you like to play the piano the most?" Cang Haijun pointed to the piano stiffly, and then looked at the guzheng in front of Cang Haimeng incredulously. Although, when she was a child, Meng'er also liked to play the guzheng, but since her mother died, Meng'er has never touched the guzheng again, and even her only favorite guzheng has been sent to storage, and since then she has only played the piano. This, it's just that the boss said that the time for storage was up, so he called them to take it back, but Meng'er was still in the hospital at the time, or he went to get it back in person. It's just that he didn't expect Meng'er to play it again, and this is a track he has never heard.

"Oh, didn't you learn it when you were young? When I see it, I want to move. Canghaimeng heard her brother's voice and turned around, and she saw that Qin had forgotten that she didn't play the guzheng. Let's hope they'll be fooled by her.

"Meng'er, what track did you just play?" In Qing Tianyou's cognition, the little princess of the Canghai family never plays the guzheng. Moreover, this attainment really surprised him.

"Random play." Canghai Meng said this lightly, of course she couldn't say it, because Wang liked to listen to it at that time, she made this song.

"In the future, don't just play it to others, do you know the way?" Qing Tianyou looked at Canghai Meng's casual answer, and felt a little unfair in his heart, didn't this girl love to stick to herself the most before? Why don't you even care about answering a question now?

"Oh."

"Alright, Meng'er, it's time for you to go rest."

"Hmm."

Canghaimeng went back to his room, and the two men were still standing in the same place.

"What do you think?" Qing Tianyou asked, looking into his friend's eyes.

"Gifted."

"She studied?"

"I learned, before I was 11 years old. It was taught by my mother herself. Then ......"

"Oh." Qing Tianyou didn't continue to ask, because he understood what Cang Haijun meant later, he hadn't played since his mother died.

After that, none of them asked Canghai Meng about playing the piano again, and Qing Tianyou was injured because Canghai Meng was injured because of himself, so he asked to stay at Canghai Meng's house until Canghai Meng's health was well. Actually, Qing Tianyou didn't understand what was wrong with him, he always felt that there were too many differences in Canghai Dream after waking up, he wanted to understand her, and slowly get to know her again, not out of a kind of concern for his little sister, but he wanted to know her - Canghai Dream.

It's just that Canghai Meng's eyes didn't revolve around Qing Tianyou anymore, and when Canghai Jun talked to Cang Haixiong, Cang Haixiong was also surprised, but he didn't say anything more. Because, they don't want to suffer a single injury.

"Ahh Canghai Meng was awakened by a nightmare, covered in a cold sweat, and sat on the bed with his head in his hands.

"Miss, are you having nightmares again?"

Canghai Meng looked at the old woman in front of him, his spirit was a little trance, and he couldn't tell where he was now?

"Miss, don't be afraid, there's Sister Zhang here." As he spoke, Canghai Dream was hugged into a warm embrace.

This embrace is so warm, like the mother's arms and like the nurse's arms, I miss it so much! She couldn't help but cling to it. A gentle voice came from his ears: "Sister Zhang is here to accompany you!" Can you get a good night's sleep now? Canghai Meng raised her head to look at her kind face, and slowly calmed down. Sister Zhang gently helped Canghai Meng to lie down and folded the quilt for her. Then he patted the quilt softly, looking at Meng'er's eyes as loving as coaxing his own child to sleep.

Canghai Meng slowly closed her eyes, and she knew that she was no longer in the Shengyue Dynasty, but in a country called the 21st Century.

It's just that, from time to time, she will be haunted by nightmares, so that she can't tell whether she is in Shengyue or in modern times. Still, she struggled to absorb the memories of modern knowledge that remained in her mind.

She understood that it was a completely new environment, and even though she had modern knowledge in her mind, she was still shocked by the fact that she was facing a world that was completely different from before.

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