After Lan Ling came out of the bathroom, he accidentally saw a painting on the wall when he walked through the corridor, but he was deeply attracted by it.

It was a picture of a hundred flowers, a hundred flowers competing for beauty, extremely realistic, Lan Ling suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly had inspiration.

Lan Ling is extremely talented in music, and most of her creative inspiration is a whim, seeing something, or being touched by something and inspiring her creation.

At this moment, the picture of a hundred flowers in front of her inspired her to create, and she immediately took out a pen and paper from her bag, sat on the floor and began to compose a song.

Wang Yue went upstairs just to see Lan Ling sitting on the floor and writing something, she rolled her eyes and walked over and leaned over to look.

"What are you doing?"

Lan Ling hated being disturbed the most when she was creating, she didn't raise her head, and said impatiently: "Don't bother me." ”

Wang Yue looked at the clearly handwritten notes on the notebook, and was a little curious, isn't it rumored that Lan Ling is a waste material? Is the rumor false? However, Wang Yue suddenly showed a sinister smile, it doesn't matter if she really understands music or not, she needs a piano for important creations!

Wang Yue immediately looked charitable and said, "Ling'er, are you writing a tune?" There is a piano in the room on the left, I wonder if you need it? ”

Lan Ling didn't hear the other words, but she heard the word piano clearly, and she immediately looked up excitedly.

"Piano? Are you sure? Can I use it? ”

Wang Yue nodded generously: "Well, of course you can!" ”

Lan Ling looked grateful, and she got up neatly: "Thank you, Auntie." ”

Before she could finish speaking, she ran to the left and entered the room.

Sure enough, there is a piano in this room, but it looks a little old, and all the furnishings in the room are a little old, although old but spotless, it seems that someone often cleans it.

Lan Ling immediately sat down in front of the piano, his slender index finger danced skillfully on the piano keys, and every time he pressed it, he would make a note, the rhythm was brisk, smart and pleasant, as if a lark was singing in spring, which made people feel refreshed and happy.

When Gu Yunting's mother was alive, she always felt that the villa was too empty, so she often played piano music to fill the loneliness, but since Han Yu's death, there has been no piano sound in this villa.

At this time, this sleeping villa was instantly awakened by the beautiful sound of the piano and was full of vitality.

Gu Yunting seemed to have returned to ten years ago in a trance, his mother Han Yu sat in front of the piano and played elegantly, while Gu Yunting sat aside and listened quietly.

Gu Yunting's mind kept pouring out the pictures of their mother and son, the sound of the piano gradually became more cheerful, he accelerated his pace and went straight to his mother's room through the corridor like crazy, and the moment he pushed the door open, he shouted excitedly: "Mom......"

However, when he saw the happy face that had turned around, the excitement on his face gradually disappeared, and it was replaced by a haze.

He quickly walked up to Lan Ling and shouted, "Who allowed you in?" ”

Lan Ling had never seen Gu Yunting so furious, she stood up from her chair in fear, and took a few steps back because she didn't stand firm.

"I ...... I ......"

Gu Yunting held Lan Ling's thin shoulders tightly with both hands, the green tendons on the back of his hands were exposed, and his face was outrageous.

"Who do you think you are? Why should I touch my mother's things? ”

When Lan Ling heard this, he realized that this was his mother's room, so this piano was also his mother! So I touched his scales?

Lan Ling said apologetically: "Yes...... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I don't know ......"

"Are you okay with a word of sorry? Didn't your mom teach you not to touch other people's things? Do you know how annoying you are? ”

Gu Yunting didn't give Lan Ling a chance to explain at all, he was carried away by anger at this moment, and he only felt that there was a fire in his heart that had to be vented.