The moment Jiang Muye's hand was placed on the piano, An Yunqi's heartbeat soared.

The strange and crisp smell on his body was full of hormones, making her face instantly red as blood, and her heart beating like a war drum.

The song naturally collapsed.

Fortunately, An Yunqi is also a person who has studied piano for more than ten years, and soon she adjusted the rhythm and finished the remaining half of the waltz with Jiang Muye.

After finishing the song, An Yunqi bit her lip and looked up at him: "Brother Muye, you are still like when you were a child, I ...... just now I was a little nervous. ”

Jiang Muye's jaw was headed.

Mu Chunxiao got up and looked full of emotion: "I haven't heard the two of you collaborate on this song for more than ten years, it's still the taste of the past." ”

An Yunqi stood up at the right time and naturally pushed Jiang Muye's wheelchair back to the reception area.

Seeing Jiang Muye's pale expression, Mu Chunxiao hurriedly smiled and said, "Qiqi, you take Muye to see the photos of you when you were a child, and I will go to the kitchen with your father to see how the lunch is prepared, and the meal will be served later." ”

An Yunqi nodded gently: "Okay." ”

…… Den.

An Yunqi took down a heavy photo album from the bookshelf, the cover was in an old style, and it looked like an object from some years.

She came to the desk with the photo album and stood beside Jiang Muye: "Brother Muye, do you remember what happened when you were a child?" She blinked, her tone playful.

Jiang Muye said lightly: "I'm not too impressed." ”

An Yunqi smiled: "Then I'll open the photo album, I didn't look good when I was a child, don't laugh at me." ”

Her voice is soft and glutinous but different from An Xiaoxiao, there is a charm in her voice, at this point, An Xiaoxiao has always been frank.

The album was opened, the old scenery was vivid, and after a few pages, An Yunqi stopped: "Oh, this is a group photo of the two of us, and it is the only one." ”

In the photo, the boy is dressed in black and has clear eyebrows, and the girl's white princess dress has not taken off.

Her head was tilted in his direction, and her smile was sweet and warm.

Jiang Muye is sure that the girl in the photo is An Yunqi, and the boy is himself.

The memory is not revived, but the blurred image vaguely matches the situation in the photograph.

"At that time, did you live here?" Jiang Muye's tone was light.

"No, it's not." An Yunqi smiled: "This house was bought later, and my family lived in Qingshuiju when I was a child. ”

"Shimizuju?" Jiang Muye's eyes were deep: "What number?" ”

"Number 18."

An Yunqi smiled gently: "After we moved out, the house was given to the uncle's family...... It was my cousin An Xiaoxiao's family that I met in Jinse a few days ago. ”

"The house belongs to yours?" Jiang Muye raised his eyebrows, his eyes deep.

An Yunqi nodded for a moment and said, "But my cousin and aunt shouldn't know about this matter...... My uncle went early, and my father saw that it was not easy for them to be orphans and widows, so he said that the house was left by the uncle......"

Speaking of this, An Yunqi's eyes were filled with tears: "My cousin is also quite pitiful, so no matter what she has done to me for so many years, I have ......"

She pursed her lips and looked broad-minded: "It doesn't matter. ”

Jiang Muye didn't react to her affection, but asked in a cold voice: "So this photo was also taken in Qingshuiju?" ”

An Yunqi wiped her fingers and wiped her tears and said, "Yes...... Do you remember a little? ”

Jiang Muye hooked his lips: "No." ”

An Yunqi put her mind at ease: "It's okay, if you can't remember, you can't remember, it's all old things anyway." ”

She paused and smiled, "By the way, there's something quite interesting. ”

"Huh?"

Jiang Muye let out a low voice, his voice was low and magnetic, which made An Yunqi's face red again.

"I heard from my father that there was an old marriage contract between the two of us, which was made by my grandfather and their ......"

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