"Then I'm polite, but it's a little too pretentious, since that's the case, then I'll sit down and don't play a song, son, listen well, there are already melons and fruits prepared, these are some mundane affairs, don't dislike it."

Jiang Yunhe said this, naturally walked briskly to the piano, she sat down slowly, the narcissus sleeves were gently raised, and his whole person was like a dream, like an immortal in Qiong Yao's fairyland.

It makes people seem to often come and go in this kind of place, well-dressed, and not at all informal.

As if it were his own home, he sat down calmly.

"Listen to me."

He lay on the bed completely crookedly, and then held a cigarette gun in his mouth, and gently spit out a smoke ring, and there was a kind of fireworks in the room.

He himself is actually a little burly, but his name is sober, which makes people mistakenly think that it will be the name of a little girl.

His face was powdered and his mouth was painted with vermilion, but he still couldn't hide his masculinity, and this extreme difference made the whole person look a little weird.

A person who pursues beauty, but he just gave birth to a black appearance.

People here regard white as beauty, so this is also the reason why so many people like to put powder on their faces, but these sons and sisters are generally embarrassed to do this, and would rather show it in front of others in the original way.

If this person actually came from the original place, then their customs here may be the same, so that the customs and people's livelihood have a corresponding relationship.

She was generous, and she put her face in the neck socket, reluctant to part.

She is not like everyone else, these women want to grow in others.

There is a certain urge to get tired of being coquettish in a person's arms.

Yan Ziqing spit out the cigarette in his mouth into the ashes of his eyebrows, which was a porcelain vessel that was used to hold the afterglow that had not burned out.

He turned around and was about to enter the house, but Jiang Yunhe suddenly bent down, saying that he refused to be disturbed when he was playing the piano, and just wanted to play the piano quietly.

Yan Ziqing had no choice but to give up, he heard the excitement just now, and he wanted to see the true face of this person Lushan, but thinking that this was the rule of others, he couldn't help it.

When Jiang Yunhe left his side, there was always a threatening expression in front of his eyes, so sharp, like a knife in the hand of an assassin, he was really stabbed.

So he laughed, at first quietly, but then he couldn't stand it anymore, so he had a voice.

A maid waiting next to him hesitated for a long time, and finally took out a new pipe and handed it to him.

This action made him completely resolved, and he began to laugh out loud in desperation.

There is no doubt that this person is his personal maid, and he naturally follows him wherever he goes, although this is the meeting between him and Jiang Yun and the two of them, but the maid is also by his side, and he can't leave people to serve.

He turned slowly, as if a layer of frost had fallen, and he walked out of the beautiful room with tiredness, his voice so muffled that it was almost inaudible.

Laughing hoarsely, tears stained his face and made him look like a poor man.

Yan Ziqing's face was already covered with powder, and the blind man was washed away a lot by the tears that came out of the laughter just now, but his original skin was exposed, which was indeed a little dark, but it was bronze, in the eyes of some women today, this is also a very sunny beauty, why did he put so much powder on his face.

Yan Ziqing's gaze still maintained the original direction, and he couldn't suppress the touch in his heart.

He also hummed slowly to the beat, he really felt that this music was really in line with the state of mind in his heart, for so many years, he had not heard such a satisfactory sound for a long time.

However, at this time, a person came running from outside the house, and as soon as he came in, he shouted Yan Ziqing's name loudly, that person was a person he had never seen before, and he was very young and his face was baby fat on the camera.

"Brother, don't you want me? Why are you in this woman's room? People have been waiting for a long time. ”

It's hard to imagine that such a somewhat misleading word came from the mouth of a little girl, and she would say what kind of environment she was in, and she was exposed to it since she was a child, so she was naturally contaminated with such an attack.

Yan Ziqing smiled apologetically.

"This is Ah Yuan, my sister, I came here once before, when Ah Yuan was still young, only four or five years old, I didn't expect to remember me now, Ah Yun has grown so big now, she has become a big girl, I didn't expect to be so fond of pestering me."

Ah Yuan frowned coquettishly, pursed his mouth, refused to really open his eyes, and went into his arms like a fool, he laughed, obviously she wanted him to carry her into the house, and he carried her out of the evacuation.

Her sleeping puffy face, the gray little girl gradually dissipated under his careful care, and slowly returned.

The baby is pink and delicate, and she squeezed into the house, and lay down next to her, refusing to leave, and the appearance is very funny.

Yan Ziqing stood up, silently grabbed Ah Yuan's face, and silently pinched it vigorously from the door of his head, his nose, eyes, face, and ears all pinched hard.

Happy slid down her cheeks, she trembled and walked away, sliding silently, the audience was silent, so silent that it seemed that the sound of tears could be heard.

When it was dark, I found that I had touched Jiang Yunhe's residence.

Ah Yuan shook her shoulders vigorously, and it took a long time before she withdrew her ethereal gaze, and her gaze fell on Ah Yuan's tearful face, her throat squirming, and her lips closed one by one, but there was no sound.

Jiang Yunhe has been thinking about what made it like this in the end, scattered and scattered, separated and scattered, like musical notes, scattered and not into a song.

Before Ah Yuan could leave, her curly eyelashes began to crackle and carry tears, and she clearly felt her crying and trembling uncontrollably.

She tried to hug her tighter so that she could be heard.

hugged him, and Ah Yuan's aggrieved voice came from his ears: "Brother."

Ah Yuan bit his lip and looked at Yan Ziqing with both grievance and complaint, his expression was like a little wild cat abandoned by his owner.

The sound of her piano slowly spreads, and the jade hand gently picks the silver strings, and her hands are plucked on the guqin, the sound is like a beautiful sound, and this piece is completely different from the treacherous and sensible, as if to call the tune, quiet and peaceful, the song title is "Rest".

Both of these pieces are well-known songs, and it is not uncommon for anyone to play them.

After a long time, I finished playing this piece and slowly stood up.

When they heard the beautiful sound of the piano, everyone's singing came out, so that some people who had some understanding of the piano played the horizontal flute, and the flute sound was melodious, and it made people wander in their hearts.

The tactful and melodious sound of the piano came from the depths of the bamboo forest, for a time it was like a gentle wind and willows, but for a time it was like snow on a cold night, as if it did not feel that autumn was going to winter and was remnant, sad and distracted, locking people's heartstrings, and making people cry.

Soon there was a low, mellow erhu sound, the melodious sound of the piano was played with the fingertips, and one song after another was either confused or brilliant to mourn, and a burst of piano sound floated from the water, curling like smoke.

In front of the exhibition time, a moving landscape appeared, which made people think about it.

A woman in green sits on the bow of the boat and plays the piano, and another woman in red spins and dances, with long sleeves fluttering, like a yellow warbler's tactful singing voice clearly poured into her ears, and her singing voice is tender and touches her heartstrings. There is an illusion, as if you are in the water town of the south of the Yangtze River. The music is not melodious, but it is definitely a very cheerful feeling.

That person seems to have met a bosom friend, so he believes that no matter where he goes, he should go, experience some things that should be experienced, and meet the people he should meet.

Your heart determines who you want to be in your life, and your actions determine who stays in the end.

Time determines who you will meet in life, your heart determines who you want to be in your life, and your actions determine who will stay in the end.

There are no "ifs" in the world, but there are many "buts".

Who really understands all the people who have helped us and those we have helped? When we have understanding, we don't need to do it; If we've been doing it, then we haven't really understood. Who you are, you can only decide by yourself, what others say is what they think, others can't decide you, your parents can't decide you, only you can.

I still believe it today. Before believing or not believing, people sit together thoughtfully with their heads down, thinking about something, and obviously have fallen into their own world.

Yan Ziqing frowned briefly, then smiled awkwardly and agreed to go out. After staring blankly for a long time, he took a breath, then sighed twice, shook his head a few times, and looked hesitant.

Jiang Yunhe knew that this was actually a complete illusion, how could the piano she played just now really reach the bottom of her heart.

Knowing people's feelings like this, in order to truly penetrate the hearts of others, and revealing such affection with a flick at will is too frivolous, and it is impossible to tell for a while, whether that person is deliberately cheering, or really emotional.

Knowing people's feelings like this, in order to truly penetrate the hearts of others, and revealing such affection with a flick at will is too frivolous, and it is impossible to tell for a while, whether that person is deliberately cheering, or really emotional.

Everything has passed, and I have survived, no matter how deep the love, no matter how painful the love, holding the body that is gradually getting colder, even a heart is gray inch by inch. Who can understand that moment of despair.

But with a soft, sour look, as if with infinite love.

It's better to be in love than to miss, it's better to miss than not to miss, maybe the biggest sorrow in life is nothing more than the heart not to die, the night is late, the heart begins to think again, scared, afraid that the night of thinking like this doesn't know when to think about it.

In time, in the vastness, in the darkness, in the depths of sorrow, in the midst of indifference, it is enough if we can look at each other sincerely from time to time, and know that there is still a warm texture in the heart of the stone.

Jiang Yunhe thought of the faces of everyone in her life, their expressions froze at a certain moment, full of sadness and indescribable pain, and pressed heavily in the bottom of her heart, wanting to give herself a smile, but she found it so difficult.

However, her gaze and expression were very strange, and could even be said to be gloomy.

I often walk by the river, how can I not get my shoes wet?

After she finished playing this song, the sticky little girl was still lying in the man's arms, obviously with no intention of leaving, and for a while she couldn't tell whether it was innocent and romantic, or just the end, after all, at such an age, it was full of embarrassment to do such a thing, and I don't know if his heart is mature.

"The girl is really modest and extraordinary, such a beautiful tune, but the girl just said the song of the chaff, after listening to this song, I feel like a bath, the spring breeze is ten years, no need to go to the bamboo forest again, listen to the song of Jun to read the next ten years."

Yan Ziqing's words were very beautiful, which made Jiang Yunhe blush involuntarily when she heard it, she rarely blushed, but in the face of such exaggerated praise, she was still a little embarrassed, after all, where is there such a description of the sound of the piano? And it's such a high accolade.

Naturally, he shirked it, and he couldn't admit that he was indeed excellent, and he couldn't be so proud.

After all, pride is originally a sin, and pride is a very terrible mouth in the world, and it is also recorded in ancient books that this is the mouth of the Lord of Yama who wants to go down.

"Childe is so good at talking, where can I afford such praise? It's better not to say this, otherwise I won't dare to touch the piano in the future, and when I touch the money, I will remember Childe's praise, and I will feel uncomfortable, and I will never dare to play the music again. ”

That Ah Yuan is also a little girl, looking at the two of them so harsh, she was a little angry when she spoke in a cliché, this mouth, why did her brother come here to find someone else? Instead of going to her.

"Brother, you haven't come to see me for so long, why did you come to find someone else as soon as you came? Are you not waiting to see me? If you come here in the future, you can tell me early, and I will ask someone else to prepare food for you. ”

After saying this, it was completely exposed, why did she have some interpretation in this? But if you want to be in such a place, some powerful people must have guests, has such a small girl already begun to welcome guests?

Yan Ziqing frowned, showed the demeanor of an elder again, and said, "What do you mean by this?" ”

"Of course, can you remove the needle if you want to remove the money? You can eat whatever you want, tell me the truth, what are you doing every day? How will you know I'm here tonight? Have you grown up? Or rather, it's already making money. ”

What he said was still quite subtle, and he didn't ask directly.

Ah Yuan really understood the meaning of his words at once.

She did start welcoming guests, but how could she survive in a place like this if she didn't? How? Does even her own brother have to blame her?

Suddenly, a huge sense of grievance suddenly struck, making her whole person feel like she was in an ice cave, the kind of grief that no one understands, the loneliness of being abandoned by the world, so that a little girl like her can't bear it.