Qian Yuluo listened to the performances of various private rooms boringly, to be honest, after listening to modern songs, these songs are really nothing new, if these people are allowed to hear those former world golden songs, I am afraid that they will be stunned.

"Meier." Qianyu Luo Wan'er smiled, "Do you remember the song I taught you?" Show them a hand. ”

"Little ...... Miss, I won't play ......" Looking at the demonic smile on the corner of her young lady's mouth, Mei'er said that she was under a lot of pressure.

"What's not going to be? Besides, if you can't play, you can always sing, right? In this way, I play, you sing. ”

"Miss ......" Mei'er wanted to speak and stopped, she really liked the tunes taught to her by her own miss, and she often hummed them, but she was afraid that she would ruin Miss's tunes, after all, Miss was bound to win the first place in the conference this time.

"What is there to be afraid of, am you not at ease with your young lady? Or are you not comfortable with the tunes I taught your young lady? Qian Yuluo still had a vague smile on the corner of his mouth, and the aura on his body made people dare not refute.

"I didn't ...... No. ”

"Since there isn't, let's get started." Qian Yuluo heard that the last note of the song being played finally fell, smiled, the slender jade hand gently brushed the ice blue guzheng, the crisp note fell, but the green jade hand is like a butterfly among the flowers, dancing, and a little playful, the fingers wandering between the strings, it also makes people have a sense of pleasing to the eye, if someone sees it, it will be wonderful.

Accompanied by the crisp song of flowing water, a bright voice also slowly followed, "The sound of cicadas accompanies Xingyun wandering, and after the beginning of the memory, quietly look into the distance, the ancient well and dry pond covered by barren grass, and scatter a wisp of the past." The morning light disturbed Mo Shang Xinsang, the wind swept up the flowers in front of the court and passed through the corridor, and the thick ink chased the flow of emotions, dyeing my plain clothes and white clothes......"

If Qianyuluo's song is a little playful and cute, then Mei'er's words are the shyness of the little daughter, the kind of cheerful and coquettish love is just beginning, as if people forget the red dust troubles, think of their young self, think of the young man who once rode a horse and leaned on the bridge, and the young man with red sleeves all over the building, and remembered the self who once looked at the city and then the country.

Just when people were immersed in the romance of the young man's feet, another voice followed, "The sun is slightly cool, the strings are slightly cool, the wind is crazy, the world is in a hurry, the breath is slightly cold, the heart is slightly cool, the years are in a hurry, what does it matter if it is right or wrong." ”

The two voices are like heavenly sounds, one is the youth of a little girl, and the other is the chic of looking at everything, together, it is like meeting the young self, young, but with the ambition of not being red dust. At that time, they had not been in the world, they were still the most beautiful years, and even their dreams were so simple that they were not stained with noise, and the old horse they led when they first met seemed to be able to see the sunset on their clothes.

"You have been in the world for thousands of years, but you only let me see you for the last time, the firelight traces your face and burns out time, don't leave me alone and withered in the dream"

As the last note came out of the voices of the two, the guzheng's voice was also slowly calm, as if the little girl had gone from youth to maturity, assumed her own responsibilities, experienced hesitation, experienced pain, and finally, everything was dull.

The sound of the guzheng also fell to the last syllable, but at this moment, no one made a sound.