When Qianling was in school, he didn't know that his hair had been tampered with. Until she got into the butler's car, the butler kindly reminded: "Miss, your hair doesn't seem to look the same." "Oh, how is it different?" Qian Ling touched her long hair with her hand, but she touched something hard, "Hmm...... What is it? Qian Ling pulled her hair hard, and at this time she saw the hair that was hard into a big cake.

"Damn, who did it...... Oh my hair! Qian Linggong held his hair and was sad, as if he had lost his own child. I've been keeping this hair since I was in high school, and I've been keeping it until now, what a good hair, I don't know which neuropathy caused it, so I can only cut it off, so I can't bear it. Qianling was here to wait for Ai Ai's self-talk.

The housekeeper said: "Miss, the current hairdressing technology is very mature, you have no problem if you want to extend your hair at any time, you can have long flowing hair." Qian Ling's eyes lit up suddenly, and then dimmed again, "It's not easy to take care of it at all, it's frizzy, it's not soft at all, and I always feel like I have a diaphragm in my heart when I pick up other people's hair." ”

"Miss, if you want to change your hairstyle, you can tell me at any time, how about a special barber in our villa? It's almost there, do you need me to prepare it for you? The butler said respectfully.

"Is it already there? Well, I ...... I'm going to cut my hair. Qian Ling bit his lip and said with determination. There's no way, this hair can't be wanted anymore, and cutting it short is inevitable.

"Okay, Miss, get out of the car,"

Qianling was led into the living room by the servant. It was the first time she had seen this well-known hall

This one is parallelogram. The vast hall, with the marble table at one end, long, wide and thick, of great marble, is unprecedented, and at the other end is the chapel, in which is carved a statue kneeling before the Virgin, still new, with elegant architecture, wonderfully carved, exquisitely carved and exquisitely carved, and everything is very charming; This style is the same as the fantasy of the Renaissance fairyland in France in the mid-16th century. The hollow rose petal small round window on the lintel, delicate and elegant, can be called a masterpiece, like a star made of lace.

In the middle of the hall, there is a high platform covered with golden brocade, and it is a beautiful piano. Qian Ling moved there, her fingers stroking the piano, she sat down involuntarily, and skillfully talked about the song "Dream Wedding". The song stopped, and a clear voice attracted Qianling's attention. She thought to herself: What is this sound? Shaw? Or flute, or sheng?

Qian Ling walked through the house and stood at the flower bed, and when he looked up, he could see a person standing in the gazebo, with a thin back, a cyan shirt and trousers. Qianling walked towards the pavilion with full footsteps, and when he reached the pavilion. The music also stopped. The mysterious man suddenly looked back......

"It's you...... Senior. ”

"Hmm...... Why are you here? ”

"Ah...... I...... I'm here to learn."

“……？ Are you friends with Lu Wensong? ”

"Yes, what kind of tune did you just play, it's so special, it's pretty good."

"Playing the flute, the song is a dream of Hua Xu"

"Oh...... Then look at the scenery, I'll go first. ”

"Wait, you played the piano just now, I haven't practiced for a long time, right? Let's do it together. ”

Before Qian Ling could refuse, he was pulled back to the hall by Tian Yang. At the invitation of Tian Yang, Qian Ling shyly sat with him and began to play "Dream Wedding" together. Under the warm winter sun, a pair of backs sat in front of the piano, and the atmosphere of playing with four hands was very ambiguous. As soon as the song was finished, Qian Ling stood up and walked around the piano. Tian Yang raised his hands again. Fingertips fly, and the melody of modulation reveals emotion.

Qian Ling listened to the piano music. The story of Romeo and Juliet pops into my mind. It's so sad...... It's like the heart is hollowed out, leaving only an empty soul. She couldn't help but cry, dancing with the music, when Tian Yang pressed the bass button, Qian Ling closed her eyes, and her hands protected herself to express the feeling of loneliness. When the sound of the piano keys played into a rising tune, Qian Ling raised her head frantically, letting the sun envelop her, and her body seemed to be bathed in fire, the kind of rebirth bathing fire, which made her heart sweet and bitter......

The tune fell again, like a perfect pure glaze, and cracks appeared, and the cracks were filled with whistling wind, and the one who blew could not stand it...... That joy of rebirth turned into tears that fell. Qian Ling spun around in a circle, and finally she couldn't stand steadily, and she sat on the ground, helpless as a good interpretation of the low and lengthy aftersound.

"Wow...... It's beautiful! The servants and security guards in the villa all came to watch, and a few younger ladies couldn't help but sigh. Qian Ling's mood calmed down for a long time. She stood up and said to Tian Yang, "Senior, whose song was it just now?" ”

"It's a song I composed myself, called 'You Who's Gone Away'.

"I didn't expect the senior to be so talented, you are so perfect. No wonder you have so many fans. ”

"What is not talented. I'm just an ordinary person, just like a lot of people, and what I desperately want to protect, I can't protect. “

"............" seniors seem to have a story!

"It's getting late...... Your dancing is also beautiful, have you studied dance? “

"When I was young, I studied for a few years, but then I didn't. The scenery is good now, let's go to dinner together, will you go back after the meal? ”

"Okay."

After Qian Ling ate, he followed the housekeeper's advice and cut his hair into a shawl short haircut. The hair tied up was like a rabbit's tail, and Qian Ling was angry when he looked at this "little tail". It's a shame to have such good hair. She was angry, but the sleepy bug came, and she could only go back to her room to rest, and she had no dreams all night.

When Qian Ling was asleep, Lu Wensong stood in Qian Ling's room, looking for something with his mind. This thing is the thing that makes strange things happen to Qianling. Lu Wensong used his mind to carefully distinguish all the objects around him. , you can only feel which direction it is, but you can't be specific to a certain item. Lu Wensong walked to the west, and he was faced with a cabinet of clothes, cosmetics, and books.

In order to be more accurate, he had to pick it up and put it under the tip of his nose. First of all, he started with the big objects to do the exclusion, Qianling's clothes, pants, shoes, backpack, and then, to her skin care products. Wipe your face, your hands, your body, and all kinds of makeup, eye shadow, foundation, and highlighter blush. Facial cleanser, nutritional water, nutritional lotion, nutritional cream, all the things Lu Wensong has checked and there is no problem.

What's the problem? He glanced up and swept around the room, and his last gaze fell on the fragrant perfume bottle, which smelled a little wrong, but it wasn't what he was looking for......

Lu Wensong calmed down and thought carefully, "Could it be ...... Is it a compound play? “

Lu Wensong took this bottle of perfume with him and went to Yang Ping Villa to find Qianling. When he arrived at the villa, it was already midnight. Hearing that the housekeeper said that Qian Ling was sleeping soundly, Lu Wensong didn't wake her up immediately, and waited until she woke up before entering her room.

"Ling'er, did you sleep well last night?"

"Well, no dreams. What about you? “

"Last night, I found a bottle of perfume in question, and I wanted to ask you about it, and I came back that day, but I came back too late, and you slept soundly at that time. Didn't bother you. “

"What perfume?"

"Whew...... It's this bottle," Lu Wen Song ordered the housekeeper to bring the bottle of perfume.

"Oh...... It's this, it was given to me by my classmates, what's the problem? “

"Do you have anything that you use all the time, like lipstick, perfume or something, or a drinking glass?"

“…… I don't understand ......."

"For example, if you like Dior's lipstick or perfume, you always use it, never anything else. Understand? “

"Got it."

“……“

“CULTI “

"This brand is no stranger, it is a top fragrance brand from Italy, but the bottle at your house is fake!"

"Ah...... I didn't even smell it, how did you smell it? “

"The fragrance is placed in the room, but you wear perfume on your clothes every day, right?"

"That's right."

"Okay, listen to me, throw away the fragrance when you go back!"

"Could it be...... Fragrance? “

"Well, tell me, who sent you?"

"Li Meimei, what do you want to do......?"

"This weekend, do you want to see the sea ......" Lu Wensong didn't want to deceive Qianling, but he didn't want to tell her what he thought, so he could only change the topic.

Yan City is not a coastal city, if you go to see the sea, you must go to other cities, go with him? Forget it. "No, it's going to end in a month, and I'm going to read a book."

Since the girl doesn't want to go, let's wait until after her final exams. "I have a class this afternoon, I must come......"

The day flies by. Lu Wensong sent Qianling home, and the two on the sofa sat together. Qian Ling was still curious about the bottle of fragrance that was thrown away, and she asked, "What's wrong with the fragrance you asked me to throw away?" “

"It contains ingredients that can make you hallucinate, and the perfume smell you often wear is what aggravates the illusion and enhances absorption."

“……“

"Don't be surprised, it's okay now, lose the fragrance, the perfume you used is ordinary and safe."

"Li Meimei wants to harm me!" Qian Ling vigorously recalled the situation when Li Meimei looked for her that day. She knew that the fragrance used by Qianling had always been CULTI, so she put something in it, and even the people who used it often couldn't smell it.

"Why did she do that?" Qianling's warm and kind heart was poked by the sharp knife of the "good classmate" again. She wanted to ask her about it. If she could, she would like to her like this. The grimace scared her so much that she didn't even dare to sleep at home. Treating others the way they would be treated is a truth that her father taught her since she was a child.