"Just to pass the time." She pinched the score and continued to look around, following him.

"You have a lot of discs here, lend me a few to listen to them." He clicked on the alphabetical discs in the glass vitrine, looked at them closely, and some of the names he couldn't even name.

"You shouldn't like it, it's mostly classical music panels." She put down the paper in her hand, walked over and opened the glass of the cupboard door, "But I remember there are a few of your favorite types, I'll help you find them." When she was a student at Margaret College, she also participated in many student-sponsored concerts, which were included in the concert in a variety of styles.

She was so close that she could smell the shampoo in her hair. Lan Qingchuan couldn't see it, his snow-white teeth were exposed when he smiled, so happy.

Because of the order, she found three and handed them to him, "There are a lot of tunes in it, and it's good to listen to them when you have time." "He was tall, and standing like this, the sunlight through the window was blocked out a lot. The sun shone on the bridge of his snow-white nose, and when she looked up, she saw his eyes as bright as burning planets.

Lan Qingchuan stepped back and distanced himself.

He smiled and followed, his delicate and fair face, so fresh and youthful, even in the future a long time later, it was still firmly anchored in Lan Qingchuan's deepest memory.

She took the score and looked at it, but Han Luochen followed everywhere she went, and every room was turned. She simply sat down on the couch by the window and left him alone. He sat down and tilted his head to look at the score in her hand. He looked at it for a while, and suddenly said, "These songs are not for you." Lan Qingchuan looked back at him, his eyes were light, and he looked calm and clear. No one had ever told her what kind of music she was suitable for playing. She loves the piano so much, it is the best way to express the indescribable sorrow and sorrow in her heart. Her piano was as heavy and sad as she was.

She smiled beautifully, "What do you think I should play?" ”

The young man was silent, his black hair was short, and his sharp and thick eyebrows were handsome like bamboo leaves. She stared at him with rolling eyes and raised eyebrows, every small expression, and found that every delicate facial movement could be delicate and intense.

"Hey, the sunshine is so good, I'll play your head and listen to it." He got up and took the light in front of her at once. He didn't even tune the piano bench, and his joking tone, "I hope you can hold up some of the sounds I play on this piano." "This is a triangular Steinway, but Lan Qingchuan's most commonly used and longest-accompanying piano is the Pleyel in Lan's estate, its tone is soft and rich, but unfortunately it is no longer in production.

The young man in the blue sweater sat on the piano bench in a regular manner, and his side face looked very serious. Lan Qingchuan had never seen him so solemn.

He played a beautiful and gentle tune that he had never heard before. Like a clean and simple wind, through the golden ginkgo leaves, the sunlight that spilled in that moment has become a part of the music.

His gently flicking fingers were flexible and jumping brightly, and Lan Qingchuan closed his eyes, but his lips showed a gentle smile. He looked at her with a smile as he flicked it, "When I hear it, all I think of is you." "Lan Qingchuan, there are a lot of things you don't know, I'm too much of a loss alone.

You're a musician who understands the sound of the piano, and now, do you understand what I'm trying to say?