"Half an hour earlier than expected," Lin Shan glanced at her phone, took out her sunglasses from her bag and handed them to the front, and asked, "Then, are you waiting in the car or not?" ”

"Go to the rest area."

Shen Ziqian put on sunglasses, pushed the car door and left.

Looking at his obviously wandering steps, Qianye pursed his lips and smiled lightly, and his cold face became more vivid.

There are a few people in the meal rest area, only a few are still sitting on the sofa to take a nap, while boredly swiping their mobile phones, as if waiting for someone.

Qianwan followed in, didn't see where Shen Ziqian and Lin Shan went, but touched a glass of red wine on the counter and poured a few sips.

Catching a glimpse of a white piano in the corner, he curled the corners of his lips with interest and walked over again.

The "Fazioli" logo on the piano is romantic and elegant, and this brand is born with a romantic atmosphere of the Mediterranean.

"I like Fagiori's timbre very much, it's quite sexy and sultry, sister, listen," the young man casually pressed a few keys, and the sound of the piano was extremely lethal and penetrating, instantly robbing people's hearing, "I ...... Can I buy it? ”

"Absolutely."

"Thank you, sister!" The young man's voice was pleasant, and he reached out to hug the person standing on the side, his eyes were full of dependence, "Sister, can you accompany me these days?" ”

"Xiao Chen, you let go first......"

Qianwan pressed a few keys one after another, her blue eyes were like a deep cold pool, she couldn't see the bottom, the piano sounded, and her expression became more and more indifferent.

She held a glass of wine and stood quietly by the piano, as if everything around her no longer existed, her eyes cold and empty.

It's like......

It's like being able to leave at any time.

Shen Ziqian saw such a scene, I don't know why, he wanted to break this silence and emphasize his existence.

"Luo Qianwan."

Hearing the voice, Qianwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, her frowning brows loosened slightly, and she poured the red wine in the glass in one gulp before she answered coldly, "Hmm." ”

"What is the name of the song you just played?" Shen Ziqian walked slowly to the piano and met her gaze.

Qianwan shook her head, "I don't know. ”

These scattered tones were often practiced by Lian Chen, but she had never heard the complete tune, let alone the title.

"Yes......" Shen Ziqian smiled faintly, sat on the piano bench, pressed his slender fingers on the black and white keys, turned his head slightly, and slowly closed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, but after a pause, the melodious piano tune slipped out of his fingers.

The two figures playing the piano are overlapping, and they are slightly stunned.

This tune......

Shen Ziqian played in silence, and the sound of the piano seemed to be poured into the deeply hidden emotions of the player, such as crying and complaining, like infatuation and resentment.

He closed his eyes, followed the sound of the piano, hummed softly, and Qingyue's voice resounded in the remote corner, drowning the daylight.

Qianwan clenched the goblet in her hand, this tune, this tune, in her long and slightly boring memory, had appeared intermittently.

And she, remember.

"Xiao Chen."

Shen Ziqian let go of the last key and opened his eyes, his black and white eyes were filled with sadness, grievances and ...... Extremely shallow love.

"This piece always flashes through my mind, I have been looking for it for a long time, and I still don't know what it is called, who wrote it, and for whom."

Shen Ziqian said softly, "But every time I play it, I seem to really feel that the person who wrote this piece had forbearance, grievances, and fears in his heart at that time, and the kind of affection that was hidden so deeply that he didn't dare to show it. ”

Qianye suddenly wanted to reach out and touch his head, but just as he was about to touch him, he turned a corner and patted the dust on his back twice.

“……”