Chapter 159 Flowing Water Qu Chrysanthemum Terrace

Bi Lin has talked about it, but to get there, you have to hike, and the mountain road is really difficult and steep.

Butterflies yearn for it.

She really doesn't like the scene of a bunch of people gathering together to chat, every time this kind of scene, she becomes wooden and autistic, and even her smile will stiffen.

Bi Yuchen has always been accustomed to this kind of scene, talking and laughing, greeting and sending off, all of which are not a problem.

Gao Ruohan was lazy and walked more, every time she finished soaking in the hot springs, she sat crookedly and didn't want to move, and the butterflies couldn't pull her out for a walk. According to her meaning: How tiring is this walking? Isn't it good to drink tea and listen to the piano in this club?

Sometimes she would jokingly say to the butterfly: Wuji, don't you also play? Why don't you go up and play a song?

The butterfly cried out in her heart: Spare me. said with a wilt on his lips: I haven't played for so many years, I'm afraid I've forgotten it a long time ago.

This qin butterfly can indeed play, and when she was a girl, she used to sit in front of the piano for hours every day, and practiced hard for a long time.

After finishing the grade exam, like most qin babies, he abandoned it as if he were walking. It can be said that it is difficult to pick up and easy to put down.

If you don't see music as an enduring goal and pursuit in life, it will be difficult for you to persevere on this arduous path. That's what butterflies are.

Now that I haven't practiced for a long time, I'm really rusty. Although she could understand how well the woman was playing, it was really a bit of stage fright to let her go up and play a song.

She pulled up Ruohan's sleeve and whispered: Don't make me ugly, I forgot.

To tell the truth, when I first came to this "Flower Dock Apple", the butterfly also liked it very much, and there was actually a pretty woman wearing the clothes of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, sitting there playing the piano like a celestial person, flowing water, very elegant, but after sitting for a long time, the butterfly was a little unbearable.

The woman played back and forth, just a few songs. There was a big score in front of her, but she might be tired of it and didn't want to turn it over, so she grinded and played a few songs repeatedly. She closed her eyes and was absent-minded, letting her fingers slide around the hyun.

The butterfly is also very good to listen to.

These tunes are very simple, don't look at her ten fingers flying and fancy, the tune is subdued and frustrated, in fact, the level is not high.

The butterfly is familiar with it, and in a flash, it shows all the scores in her childhood memory.

Listening to it again, listening to Shangque, I thought about Xiaque, and I was nervous and anxious in the piano room listening to the girl in front of me playing in front of the teacher, and I was completely devoid of taste, so I naturally got tired easily.

Besides, in the butterfly ears, this woman really didn't dare to compliment. If you observe her expression, it will make people vomit blood, her face is stiff as a stone, her face is expressionless, and she has a poker face.

Also, playing the piano for hours a day, and purely because of work, how can there be rhyme, elegance, and interest?

She still remembers the intoxicated look of the teacher when she played "Cliff Mountain Mourning" as a demonstration. When I sat on the side and listened to the observation, I thought it was very funny and funny, as for such a devotion? I completely forgot to listen to the music, and only pondered the funny expressions on the teacher's face.

Now I think that is called playing the piano. If God doesn't come to it, it will be a negative song.

Therefore, butterflies rarely touch the piano nowadays, and if they want to touch it, they must be calm and contemplative, and they must not be profane.

The other people in the club can be said to be all beings, the women are pretending, the men are indulging, the lingering sound of the piano is just a foil, and no one cares whether it is good or not.

In addition to this piano, the most unbearable thing for butterflies is the couple.

The man heard that he was the CEO of a real estate company, and he always liked to behave frivolously towards the little woman in front of a group of strangers. The two flirted ambiguously, although it was nothing, you and I were willing, and others couldn't care about it if they were really overwhelmed.

It's just that how do you think of this little woman's behavior, how do you feel that she is disrespectful to women, and he also likes to glance at butterflies from time to time with his eyes, and that kind of flirtatious meaning is really explicit.

It seems that she is very curious about the woman who is sitting there drinking tea alone like Butterfly, and wonders why she is single.

His treacherous, fluttering gaze made the butterfly clearly feel that he was deliberately doing it to her. Seeing the butterfly's red face and red ears, it was extremely unnatural, like sitting on pins and needles, and he smiled very happily and satisfied.

The little woman curled up in his arms like a chick, giggling.

This thought, this look, made the butterfly faintly angry.

After drinking two cups of tea, the butterfly quietly slipped out and came outside.

She likes to walk alone in the valley in the twilight, and she especially likes the cherry blossom forest, but every time she comes, it is not the season when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom. However, this endless wood, quiet and deep, is very likable. The butterflies walked and walked unconsciously.

There was no one in the forest, only those unknown, elusive mountain birds, suddenly flew down, saw someone, fluttered and fleeting, leaving only an earth-shattering cry, straight to the sky, in this empty valley, it sounded extremely terrifying. Several times the butterflies were frightened by accidents.

The butterflies have come more often now, and they also know that there is a path in this forest that leads to Bi Lin's dormitory.

Although it is a dormitory building, it is actually a large villa.

When it was built, Chong Jue didn't think about what dormitory building to build here, what kind of building should be built on the relatively wide open space under the mountain col, and the architectural designer built a villa with the trend of mountains and rivers.

If it's a dormitory building, it's probably the most luxurious dormitory building in the city. In the lobby on the first floor, there is also a kitchen facing the chrysanthemum table in front of the building, a quite spacious kitchen, a row of large refrigerators, according to Bi Lin, you can get some food by yourself.

However, there is still a chef in the kitchen who specializes in preparing food, who is very young but likes to have a wisp of beard. In his free time, he likes to sit in front of the door and play games on his phone.

The chrysanthemum platform at the entrance is said to have been planted by him, and it was originally just a piece of turf, which he felt was a pity. So he went to Chong Jue and said that he wanted to plant some flowers or something.

Chong Jue was unexpected.

He said that his hometown is a flower grower, and his father is a flower farmer who has always cultivated flowers, and he has a lot of experience in this regard. The peonies cultivated by his father are a must.

Chong Jue went from an accident to a surprise now. I didn't expect to find a chef, but I was still a natural gardener. That's a big deal.

Although there is also a professional service team in this valley, they are all local farmers, who were born and raised here, know the natural climate here, and are more familiar with the growth of crops. Moreover, they live in the mountains, and it is convenient for them to come and go, so they do not need to raise people in the valley for this purpose.