Hibiscus: "......"

I always feel like someone is deliberately eating the deity tofu! But the evidence is insufficient.

In the corner where no one was paying attention, a certain master secretly poked and twisted his fingers.

The milky texture seems to linger on your fingertips......

There is light and shadow floating at the bottom of the dark eyes, and even the breathing has a faint tendency to increase, and even the mind is a little agitated.

That feeling...... It's so wonderful.

Little Girl's Hand ...... Why is it so beautiful and so soft.

What a fatal temptation.

To be honest, he has seen countless beautiful hands, both men and women, but at most he only looks at them twice, and he has never done anything out of order.

I haven't been out of control like today, and I even have a suffocating feeling of rapid heartbeat.

Even he himself found it inexplicable.

……

As the piano sounded slowly, Rong Xingxing's eyes were half-closed, and his expression was devoted.

The fingertips, as thin as green onions, danced nimbly on the black and white keys, pouring out beautiful notes......

After all, it was the first time I played this song, which was somewhat rusty, and the emotions were completely wrong.

Lan Hibiscus frowned and frowned, and directly raised his hand to stop him from continuing to play.

She felt the need to explain it to him first, so that he could get a general idea of what the end times were like.

Zhang Mai also frowned when he heard this, and the ridicule on his face was even worse this time, and he sneered and looked at Lan Hibiscus and said:

"Why, can't you even listen to yourself? To be honest, I'm not interested in such a song, even if it is given to me for free. ”

After a pause, he added haughtily, "In my opinion, any score that can enter my eyes is priceless, and this piece of yours ...... It's really not me who hits you, I believe that as long as you know how to do it, no one will want to buy it. ”

When Lan Hibiscus heard this, he smiled directly, but he was not annoyed, but there was obvious mockery and ridicule in his eyes.

She stretched out her hand and brushed the broken hair on her cheeks, her eyebrows were slightly raised, she squinted at Zhang Mai in a casual manner, reached out and took out a lollipop from her mouth, and her voice was cold and pleasant:

"The first half of my piece is a bit flat, but it's definitely not as unbearable as you say."

"Do you want us to make a bet, just bet that this song of mine will be popular, and it will be a big fire, and it will be popular all over the world, and it will even be called a god's work......"

"Whew-"

Before Lan Hibiscus finished speaking, Zhang Mai couldn't help laughing, looking at her as if he was mentally retarded, and now he became more and more unkind.

"You can't be taking the wrong medicine, where do you get your confidence? It's a shame! ”

"If you don't learn well at a young age, you learn to daydream from others, that's how your parents taught you?"

Today's children are arrogant and boastful, and they don't look at their own pounds and taels.

Rong Miao's brows tightened when he heard such ugly words, and a fierce gaze shot towards Zhang Mai, eager to shoot him to death.

His mother is an adult, and it is not the turn of others to count them.

Turning to look at Lan Hibiscus, his eyes were hot and curious, and he humbly asked for advice:

"Mother...... Oh no, that's ...... Did I just play something that doesn't meet your standards? Why don't you tell me about this piece first? ”

He really didn't know what to call her, after all, it was too ridiculous to call his mother, and he might think he was insane.

If you have not experienced the bloody and cruel killings on the battlefield of the end of the world, where can you experience the sorrow and despair at that time, it is impossible to pop up that kind of artistic conception.

It can be said that the emotions played by Rong Yu are completely wrong!