Ziran was suddenly eliminated, and Qian Fan didn't notice it, all his attention ran to Ye Qingwu.

Even if he was single-minded, Qian Fan could easily blow the enemy's head with an AWM, and ran over to lick the gap in the bag, he seized the opportunity to ask, "Does she have a boyfriend?" How old are you? ”

"She only celebrated her 20th birthday three months ago, she doesn't have a boyfriend, she is busy training and competing every day, and she goes to play the guzheng when she has a little time, so how can she have time to fall in love." The man said.

After listening to the answer, Qianfan said that he was very satisfied, and his age was similar, in Qianfan's concept, two years older is not called big, it is not a sister and brother at all, and the most important thing is that he has no boyfriend!! Very nice!

But wait..... Qianfan realized that something was wrong: "How can you be so clear?" Do you like her too? ”

"No, no, no! I followed her IG. The man immediately denied it, and said: "Even for the sake of that month's food, I can't like her, besides, Qianfan, I'm serious, Ye Qingwu is not as easy to chase as you think, she has a very cold personality." It's just an ice cube that can't be covered, there are more people chasing her, and I haven't seen anyone chasing her, you others didn't chase her, you fell into it, of course, your appearance is also there, it's not certain. But her mother wants to train her in the direction of the next chief, and she especially listens to her mother, and her age is a good time to develop....."

Even if you don't say the rest of the words, Qianfan understands it. is to let him know the difficulties and retreat, people have to fight for their careers.

But Qianfan didn't care, the more difficult things are, the more challenging they are, and he can't just give up just by listening to a few words from others, then I'm sorry that for the first time in 18 years, he fell in love at first sight so much that he was so haunted by his dreams.

The game went to the finals, and the other three teammates all died heroically, and Qianfan eliminated the last five people by himself, and successfully led his teammates to eat chicken.

At the end of the game, Qian Fan realized that Ziran had gone offline.

The other two people were still unsatisfied, shouting to pull another person, but Qianfan was not prepared at all, but said: "You guys play, I slipped away." ”

"Fight and don't fight? Why are you going? ”

Before quitting the game, Qianfan said confidently: "Wait for the fairy to go down to earth." ”

He was going to the square to see if he could meet Ye Qingwu again.

-

The reason why Qianfan was able to meet Ye Qingwu, in the final analysis, was because of Ziran.

Ziran talked to him about the misunderstanding back then, and when he returned home, he was depressed for no reason, not only because of Ziran's family, but also because of the sentence "You have a good sister" that Ziran said.

He didn't even have the heart to play the game, and he didn't have the appetite to eat at night, so he fell asleep in bed, and he didn't sleep well all night, half-asleep and half-awake, like a driftwood, floating on the boundless sea, floating and sinking, and didn't know where to go.

He dreamed about things when he was a child, about Qianjiao, about his parents.

woke up and called Qianjiao for comfort.

I thought that crying to my sister would make him feel much better, but it backfired, he became more and more depressed, and suddenly missed his mother very much.

Qianfan went to the cemetery, swept her mother's grave, and chatted with her for a while. It is said that he has not come to the cemetery to sweep the grave for a long time, and every time his mother dies, he is in London, and there is no holiday, Qianjiao will not let him come back, let him study hard.

In fact, he doesn't have much memory of his mother, because he was only 6 years old when his mother died, and his mother's face has long been blurred in his mind. But this time, he missed his mother like crazy, he was thinking, if his mother was still alive, their family would not be what it is today, and Qianjiao would not be so hard. After leaving the cemetery, he went to the square again.

The few happy memories of my childhood include this square, where his mother often took him and Qianjiao to play, as well as eat wontons next to the square.

The taste of the wonton stew is still the same as when he was a child, and when Qianfan ate it, he almost cried when he didn't eat it.

After a sweat broke out in his eyes, he finished the wonton stew, wiped the sweat from his eyes, and walked out of the wonton stew shop.

From the side of the square, there was a faint melodious and tactful sound of the piano, Qian Fan subconsciously glanced towards the side of the square, and saw a woman sitting by the river playing the guzheng, wearing a white big-sleeved shirt Hanfu, and a breeze blew by the river, blowing from the river, lifting her waist-length hair and the veil on her face.

The veil was swept into the air, the invisible wind was playing hide and seek, the veil drifted helplessly and hesitantly with the wind, and Qianfan watched the white veil float to his feet.

This is too dramatic, anyway, he believes in the routines in the TV series.

He picked up the veil at his feet and subconsciously shook off the dust from it.

Walked towards the river, wanting to return the veil to the girl.

At this moment, the girl's gaze lifted from the strings, turned her head slightly, and looked through the crowd towards Qianfan.

The distance was a little far, and Qian Fan couldn't see her face clearly, only that the girl was very white, and her hair was very long and dark. There was no elaborate headdress on his head, and two strands of sideburns were intertwined at the back of his head, and a fringed bun was sandwiched.

Immediately afterwards, the girl slowly got up, pulled her fingers at the hem of her skirt, and walked leisurely towards him.

She was slender and slender, her steps were light and slow, the hem of her cigarette gauze skirt occasionally swept to the ground as she walked, and a pair of white embroidered shoes loomed under the skirt.

They walked towards each other, and the distance narrowed little by little.

After getting closer, Qian Fan saw her face clearly.

The face is very small, with a standard melon seed face, a slight pink halo on the cheeks, thin willow eyebrows, a small nose, slender and long Danfeng eyes, and a faint cinnabar red lip color.

Qian Fan subconsciously paused and stared at her intoxicated.

Her expression was indifferent, and her eyes were waveless, just like the prohibitive snow lotus on the snowy mountain, cold and pure.

The ancient charm exuded between the gestures is curling and elegant.

Qian Fan actually gave birth to an illusion, I don't know if she mistakenly broke into the dynasty that belonged to her, or if she mistakenly broke into her own era, she really seemed to be an ancient woman from thousands of years ago.

He froze in place, stunned as she gradually approached him.

The wind blew, and before her man could get closer, the scent of her body was brought to his nose first.

She came to him.

The eyes are facing each other.

Her eyes are double, the tails of the eyes are smooth and slightly upturned, her eyes are clear and a little hazy, but there is no temperature, her lips lit with cinnabar red are gently opened, and her voice is as cold as her temperament: "This is my veil." ”

Qianfan suddenly woke up and handed her the veil in a cramped manner.

Her hand reached out from her sleeve and took the veil. Her fingers are slender and her nails are graded cherry blossom pink.

"Thank you." She seemed to evoke a smile that was fleeting and did not reach the bottom of her eyes.

"No, no thanks." Qianfan said mechanically.

Then she turned and walked away.

She walked back to the guzheng and sat down, put on her veil again, stretched her arms outstretched, stretched her wide sleeves, stroked the strings with her slender hands, and a wisp of green silk slid down her shoulder, and the beautiful melody leaked from her fingertips.

It's so beautiful, it's so immortal.

When she plays the guzheng, she is even more immortal, and people can't take their eyes off it.

It is no exaggeration that Qian Fan has goosebumps all over his body.

He, like any other passerby, was drawn to the past. Like other onlookers, he took out his mobile phone and took a video of her.

The piece was familiar, but his attention was all on her, and he didn't have the heart to recall the name of the piece.

As soon as the song ended, thunderous applause rang out.

She took her hands off the strings and gracefully tucked her chin as a token of gratitude.

She was also followed by a little girl who began to help her put away the piano.

Qianfan is still unsatisfied, and this is about to leave? He's just here, oh my God!

Seeing that the qin had also been collected, and had already turned his head and left, Qian Fan could only stand in place and be anxious, his hands were sweating nervously, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, if he let her go like this, he would definitely regret it for the rest of his life.

So he didn't think about it, so he ran up in a hurry and blocked her way.

She stopped, stared at him in silence.

Qian Fan looked at her intently, as if he was shocked by her indifferent eyes, realizing his abrupt move, he was a little at a loss, his brain was spinning rapidly, seeing that she had begun to be impatient, ready to leave again, he asked in a hurry: "What is the name of that song just now?" ”

She was still wearing a veil, and her eyes were exposed, and the afterglow of the setting sun reflected in her eyes, and her pupils were a little bright.

A just right breeze lifted her light veil, her red lips opened slightly, and she said in a faint voice: "Beautiful myth." ”

She didn't give him a chance to speak again, and walked away.

Qian Fan looked at her back in the distance.

There seems to be her fragrance still lingering in the wind, as elegant and cold as her.

His heartbeat was also messy in the wind.

He grew so big, he finally saw a real fairy, and for the first time, he felt that the guzheng could be so good-sounding and the Hanfu could be so good-looking.

Suddenly a very hot lyric came to mind.

It's heartbeat~ I can't hide from my bad eyes~

-

The original half-month vacation ended in a hurry after only half of the trip.

Because there was a charity dinner that invited Qianjiao, Qianjiao originally asked the secretary to push it off, and she donated as usual, but this charity dinner was very grand, not only invited successful people from all walks of life, but also invited stars who had opened a charity fund.

The charity dinner can't be shirked, so he can only end the holiday early, although Jiang Yunli is very unhappy, but he can't be unreasonable when Qianjiao is entangled in affairs, in order not to make himself sad, he also comforted himself--- anyway, the set is just running out, so let's go back."

Moreover, this charity dinner can be regarded as a commercial charity, not a star charity, but only open to celebrities with personal charitable foundations, so Jiang Yunli is naturally not on the list of invitees.

However, the gears of fate began to turn.

Jiang Peimin, the most respected philanthropist in the charity industry, is undoubtedly the most representative guest of this charity dinner, and he used to attend charity events with Yao Qingxiu, but this time he decided to bring Jiang Yunli and his family of three to attend together.