An unknown insect in the shallow grass chirped a few times, and then a quiet sound of the piano swept through the grass, which must have alarmed it, and the winter insect spread its wings on its back and jumped aside. Disappeared in the grass for a few moments, before disappearing into a swaying blade of grass.

In the pavilion in the palace wall, a man in a gray robe sits there, with a long harp on his lap. With his eyes closed, his hands flicked on the strings, and with the plucking of the strings, the sound of the widow sounded.

Today's piano sound is very soothing, as if pouring out something, and like a person whispering in this winter day.

Outside the kiosk.

A man in white armor was lying on the grass in the small courtyard, his hands behind his head, his eyes along the wall, leisurely looking at the clouds in the sky.

A hand reached between the shallow grass and picked up a short grass.

The hand was placed to his mouth, and the blade of grass was held in his mouth, and the tip of the grass trembled slightly with the cool wind.

The sound of the piano stopped, and a cloud was no longer clear in the distance. The white-robed man lying on the ground sat up with the blade of grass in his mouth.

"General, are you in a good mood today?" The people sitting in the pavilion had their eyes closed, their ears slightly turned to their ears, and a light smile on their faces.

"How do you know?" Gu Nan's eyes looked at the piano master in the pavilion, and said lightly with the blade of grass in his mouth.

"Because the general laughed twice when he listened to the piano today." Kuang Xiu's hand pressed on the strings, feeling the strings tremble slightly.

"In the past, generals rarely laughed when they listened to the piano."

"Huh?" Gu Nan raised the corners of his mouth: "Do I rarely smile?" ”

"When the general listens to the piano, he rarely laughs." Kuang Xiu said, listened carefully for a while, and smiled in harmony: "Heh, the general laughed again." ”

"Sometimes I wonder if you're really blind." Gu Nan glanced at him and looked at the air again.

The small courtyard fell silent, and she seemed to remember something and said, "At that time, you told me that you might tell me what you came to this palace for, how about it, are you going to tell me?" ”

Kuang Xiu's eyes opened, the pupils in his eyes were obscure, there was no focus, and he couldn't tell where he fell.

He said after a while: "Don't say it, repair, at that time, Angelica will return." ”

"It's fine." Gu Nan nodded, Kuang Xiu is not an ordinary person, he has an inner cultivation, she has known it for a long time.

"The palace is not a place for people like you to stay, and it is okay to return to it."

"Where's the general?" Kuang Xiu lowered his head, held the long qin in his hand, and put the long qin on the table: "The general actually doesn't look like a person in this palace. General, haven't you ever thought about going back? ”

Gu Nan looked at the light in the sky through the rolling stratus clouds, stretched out her hand to cover her eyes, the light fell in front of her eyes through her fingers, she squinted: "I don't know, maybe one day." ”

When the words fell, she looked at Kuang Xiu: "Piano Master, I'm playing a song, perhaps, I haven't heard it for a long time." ”

"Okay." Kuang Xiu smiled, his hands fell on the strings and pressed them gently.

"When ······"

The sound of the piano is faint.

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The streets of the city should be full of traffic, but if it is in the middle of nowhere, it is unusually quiet.

It's like on this street, it's rare to see a few passers-by walking past the window, and the road is sparsely populated.

In the corner of the tavern, there are some shabby gramophones, and the singing from the gramophone is quite old, although the gramophone is a little old, but the singing that comes out can still make people feel calm.

There were only two people sitting in the tavern, one was an old woman standing at the bar, smoking a cigarette in her hand, the smell of the lady's cigarette was a little tobacco mixed with some unclear fragrance.

The smoke wafted through the tavern, but it wasn't unpleasant.

The second person was a waiter sitting by the window, a girl who was easy to impress, with clean short and medium hair, and her appearance was not clear whether she was handsome or feminine, as if she had mixed the two feelings.

At this time, she was sitting quietly at the table, holding a cup of warm tea in her hand, leaning her head against the window, looking at the street scene in the distance.

The street outside the window turned green with the red lights lit on, and the pedestrians on the zebra crossing crossed the street in a hurry.

Few people want to stay on this street for long.

The waiter stared at the street in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking. She is usually like this when she is not working, which the customers of this shop or the owner and the old woman are actually used to.

It's just that when such a girl wears that wood-like expression, it will always make people feel a little sorry inexplicably.

Neither of them spoke in the tavern, and it was only after a few minutes that the old woman standing at the bar turned her head to look at the waitress leaning against the window.

"Hey, do you have a home?" The old woman's voice was a little hoarse and a little sharp.

The waiter turned back but didn't reply.

The old woman continued: "If there is, the Chinese New Year is approaching, I will give you an annual leave, and you can go home and have a look." ”

The waiter seemed to reflect that the old woman was talking to her, stunned for a moment, and shook his head: "I don't have a home." ”

The rare sound of conversation in the tavern fell silent again, and the old woman smoked her cigarette and flicked the ash on the bar from time to time.

The waiter held the teacup in his hand and continued to watch the traffic lights on the street turn from red to green and then from green to red.

"Then, stay here during the New Year, and accompany my wife to eat Chinese New Year's Eve." You don't mind. The old woman standing at the bar said.

The waiter was stunned, looked at the old woman, half loud, and smiled: "Thank you." ”

The old woman glanced at her mouth: "Thank you, it's better to work hard to say thank you, don't always put that dead face on me, and smile more when entertaining guests." ”

Saying that, he looked at the waiter: "You still have some good looks when you smile, maybe you can attract more customers." ”

"Hmm."

"Dangchang." The wind chimes on the door frame rang, and two young men, a man and a woman, walked in, each carrying a backpack behind them.

Both of them are about twenty years old, and they should still look like students.

The boy was indeed a regular customer of the store, often came to the store with a comic book to eat fried rice, and remembered that he was a student at a nearby university, majoring in history. It's rare to bring a girl with you today, not his comic books.

"It's really quiet." It was the first time for the girl to come and look at the furnishings in the store, and said with a smile.

"Hmm." The boy's tone was a little rusty, and he didn't seem to be very familiar with the girl: "I come here a lot." ”

The two walked into the store, and the old woman standing at the bar glanced at Gu Nan: "Don't rest, get up and entertain the guests." ”

"yes, okay." The waiter nodded and stood up.