Chapter 499: Who the hell is he?

Gently closed his eyes, his fingertips moved slightly, and when he opened them again, he had already come to that fairyland surrounded by mountains and rivers. , the latest chapter access: .

It was still eerily quiet, there was no sound, even the wind was still.

The 'flowers' in the small courtyard have bloomed extraordinarily brilliantly, purple and red, and the 'spring' is infinitely bright.

"Breeze." She called softly.

As in every appearance, the wind rose, the dust rose, and a person quietly appeared in the pavilion.

"You're here." Qingfeng didn't look at her, sat down by himself, took out the ink-colored guqin and placed it on the stone table, and gently plucked the strings: "Come and sit, listen to this seat play a song." โ€

Yun Weiyang raised his eyebrows lightly, how could this breeze be so interested today?!

Except for the sound of his piano when he first came, he was always very stingy in the back, even if she begged him to play, he would not agree.

What's wrong today, did you take the wrong 'medicine'?

After thinking about it, she walked into the pavilion with her feet raised and sat down opposite him: "Please." โ€

Qingfeng never looked at her, closed her eyes, and her slender fingers began to pluck the strings up and down, and in an instant, the gentle sound of the piano flowed from her fingertips......

Yun Weiyang listened quietly, and closed her eyes at some point, she never understood the sound of the piano, she just thought it was good to listen to it a few more times, but today, for some reason, she was deeply attracted to it.

In a trance, she seemed to hear a trace of unspeakable sadness from the sound of his piano, so low and painful that she almost wanted to cry.

Her heart tightened, her fingertips pinched into her palms, her consciousness suddenly woke up, and all kinds of feelings suddenly disappeared, and she opened her eyes suddenly......

The breeze on the opposite side still closed his eyes and stroked the piano quietly, as if he had been completely immersed in the sound of the piano, his long eyelashes covered the entire eyelids, and under the black 'colored' face towel, he couldn't see what kind of expression he had at this time.

It was still the wide black cloak, the skin that was 'exposed' outside was still so white and transparent that it was shocking, and the ten fingers that were constantly beating up and down were crossed with a faint glow under the sunlight that came in from outside the pavilion.

Yun Weiyang narrowed his eyes, and the fist under his sleeve clenched gently......

She didn't speak, just quietly looked at the person opposite, with deep inquiry and incomprehension in her eyes.

Who the hell is he?

After the song is finished, the aftermath lingers around the beam, and the breeze presses the strings and slowly opens his eyes.

He finally glanced up at Yun Weiyang, there was no light 'wave' in his dark eyes, and he was as calm as a pool of stagnant water: "How?" โ€

Yun Weiyang was stunned, and then smiled: "Very good." โ€

"So, what do you hear from the sound?" Qingfeng looked at him steadily, his tone was light, and there were no ups and downs, which was really different from the people he knew in the past.

Yun Weiyang frowned: "Is this considered today's topic?" โ€

Qingfeng groaned for a moment, and lightly spit out two words: "Maybe." โ€

"Huh!" Yun Weiyang suddenly laughed, but no one knew what she was laughing at, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear anything." โ€

Qingfeng was silent, looking at her quietly, her dark eyes without 'waves' directly met her clear and clear eyes, as if she wanted to see the truth of her words from them.

After a while, he suddenly laughed softly: "Very good, this seat already knows." โ€

He got up, flicked his sleeves, and a white light flashed, and the guqin on the stone table was instantly lifted to the ground, breaking in half from the middle.

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