It's only been a day's work, and there are rumors in the villa that the young village owner is annoyed by the dust lord.

Xin Xing went out, she didn't want to stay in the villa anymore, she was in a very irritable mood.

The streets were still lively, Xin Xing walked aimlessly, followed by Yun Yun.

Yun Yun followed behind Xin Xing, holding a rock sugar gourd to eat. She was very happy, and she didn't know if it was because there was something delicious, or because Xin Xing brought her out, or because something else.

Yun Yun took a string and handed it to Xin Xingxiao's sweetness: "Young owner, eat sugar gourd." ”

Xin Xing didn't even look at it, and said coldly: "Don't eat." ”

Yun Yun continued: "Young Zhuang Master, where are we going to play? ”

The anger in Xin Xing's eyes did not dissipate: "Don't play." ”

Yun Yun smiled heartlessly, bit down a sugar gourd and chewed it: "Then what are we going to do?" ”

Xin Xing's face was expressionless: "Breathe." ”

"Oh."

Xin Xing turned around for a while, Yun Yun was tired, and pulled Xin Xing and gasped: "Young master, let's not go, I'm so tired." ”

Xin Xing stopped, glanced at Yunyun's waist and said, "It's time for you to lose weight." ”

Yun Yun looked bitter: "Huh? Whining! Less owner! I don't want it! ”

Xin Xing went to Manhualou in the evening, she remembered that she used to like to come here the most, although she was hungry, she didn't want to eat anything.

Delicacies were set on the table, but not a single chopstick was moved, and there were empty flasks scattered around the table.

Xin Xing half-supported his head, looking at the pearl curtain with hazy eyes, the candle flame was burning, bright, yingying, and beautiful.

Yun Yun was already asleep lying on the side holding the roast chicken, Xin Xing only felt that her brain was still very clear, and she could still think of the troubles Shangguan Lichen had brought her.

Xin Xing closed his eyes and said lightly: "Someone!" ”

Xiao Er came in, saluted and said respectfully: "What does the young master command?" ”

Xin Xing frowned and said, "What kind of wine did you serve me?" Sweet and greasy, wine or sugar water? I want to be able to get drunk! ”

Xiao Er looked up at Xin Xing, who was already drunk, and said with a smile: "Young Lord, these wines are not harmful to the body, and the taste is sweet. But after all, it's wine, don't drink too much. ”

Xin Xing frowned at Chunshan: "You dare to care about me?" Don't grunt to me uselessly, it gives me a headache to listen to. I'm out of wine, serve me wine! The more bad it is for the body, the better! Because you can get drunk and forget. What's the point of living less? ”

What's the use of people living so long and not being happy?

Xin Xing said again: "Also, find me someone who can play the piano, I want to listen." ”

Xiao Er nodded and went down.

Xin Xing fell asleep with his head propped up, and he didn't know that someone pushed the door and walked in, and someone came with a gait, holding the piano, and walked to the back of the bead curtain and sat down.

The slender and fair-skinned, bony hand caresses the strings, slowly plucking and twisting, and the pleasant sound of the piano pours out like flowing water.

Xin Xing's frowning eyebrows stretched slightly, forgetting his worries for the time being, and his ears were clear.

The sound of the piano is melodious, euphemistic and beautiful, Xin Xing's starry eyes are slightly open, her long eyelashes are slightly flashing, and her eyes are full of starlight, brilliant.

Xin Xing whispered: "Huh? Where does the sound come from? ”

Through the pearl curtain, the hazy figure was like willow smoke, and the man did not speak.

Xin Xing's eyes were distracted, and he looked fixedly.

The man was dressed in a brocade robe with a pale green veil, embroidered with ink bamboo, his face was stunning, his eyebrows were picturesque, his long hair was tied up, and the wooden hairpin was raised.

Playing seriously with his eyes, he was extremely elegant and graceful.

Xin Xing's mind was chaotic, and he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality for a while.

Xin Xing was a little thirsty, picked up the wine jug in his hand and wanted to drink, shook it, and it was empty.

Xin Xing was discouraged and looked at the man behind the bead curtain: "Well, what about the wine?" ”

The man raised his eyes, revealing a pair of bewildering and good-looking eyes, peach blossom eyes, purple pupils clear and beautiful.

The sound of the piano continued, and Leng Jue smiled lightly: "The young owner drinks less bars." ”

Xin Xing rubbed his eyes, lost his mind for a moment, and said in surprise: "Leng Jueshuang? Why are you here? ”

The corners of Leng Jue's lips smiled intriguingly: "I'm a musician, so naturally I'm here to play music." ”

Xin Xing thought he was dreaming, how could it be, Leng Jueshuang was a court musician, how could he run to my Manhua Building to perform?

Xin Xingsizhi sighed again and wondered: "How could I dream of you?" If you want to dream, I will also dream of Shangguan Lichen. What's going on? ”

Leng Jue's hands shook slightly, the sound of the piano was chaotic, and his eyes were scornful.

Xin Xing staggered to his feet, looked at Leng Jueshuang, lifted the curtain with his bare hands, and the pearls collided messily.

Leng Jueshuang raised his head and stared at Xin Xing, watching her walk towards him step by step, something in his heart sneaking out.

Xin Xing's drunken eyes are hazy, his cheeks are slightly red, and his eyebrows and eyes seem to contain ten thousand springs, like delicate flowers shining on water, the closer he gets, the clearer he is.

Leng Jueshuang looked at her, watching her approach him, getting closer and closer, his heart beating faster and faster, palpitations for a long time.

Then, Xin Xing missed him, and the light in his cold eyes suddenly went out.

Xin Xing walked to the window, pushed open the window, the night lights were in full view, the night breeze was cool, and Xin Xing woke up in an instant.

Xin Xing looked at the night, the moon and stars in the sky were still the same, but they didn't have the joy they once had. The feeling in my heart is getting more and more complicated, heavier and heavier, and more and more sad.

The night is awake, and the moon is still the same, and there is no one to see.

The heart is heavy, the stars are brilliant, and it is difficult to find the heart at that time.

Xin Xing sighed for a long time, looking at the stars, the lights in the world, and his eyes gradually became cloudy, it seemed that it was not a dream.

The sound of the piano gradually sank, gradually sad, and gradually lingered and sad. Like flowers and withered leaves, the sad moon and the stars, and like the hazy moon gradually being shrouded in dark clouds.

Leng Jueshuang sighed a little softly: "The young owner has something on his mind?" ”

Xin Xing looked at the passers-by who came and went below, his face was expressionless, and his tone was light: "Do your business." ”

Leng Jue Shuangqin's tone trembled slightly, and a smile gradually rose: "Young Zhuang Master, aren't we friends?" Why is he so alienated from Leng. The empress seldom listens to the piano, and I am a court musician but like air.

Your Majesty just wants to find the memory of the person I once loved in the sound of my piano, but I am not the owner of Fang Zhuang, and the memory can be very short or clear.

Leng had to come to Manhualou to make a living, but fortunately, Manhualou is under the name of Changle Villa, and my treatment is very good.

I have a friend of the owner of the village in this world, and I still have selfish intentions when I come to Manhualou, and I want to see the owner of the village.

If this time the owner of the village is abrupt, Leng will leave, and he will not step into the capital in this life. ”

After Leng Jueshuang finished speaking, his fingers stopped, and the aftermath continued. He picked up the piano and was about to leave, walking to the door.

Xin Xingcai opened his mouth and said lightly: "What are you doing?" Am I such a stingy person? ”

Leng Jueshuang stopped, a smile on his face, and a little triumphant.

Leng Jueshuang stood and looked at the girl lying in front of the window, with a curling posture and a picturesque back.

Xin Xing said lightly: "Play me a song "Talk about Sorrow". ”

Leng Jue sat down, soothed the strings, and the piano tone was low and tactful, with a trace of sadness.

The more Xin Xing thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and he remembered a lot of things about Shangguan Lichen, turned around and sat back in his place and called: "Little Er! ”

Xiao Er hurriedly came in: "Young owner." ”

"Serve!"

"Yes."

Xin Xing thought as he drank, extremely irritable.

Leng Jue raised his eyes and smiled, his fingers changed his voice, and his timbre was light.

Xin Xing closed his eyes and drank wine: "What are you playing this for?" Is it "Talking about Sorrow"? ”

Leng Jue Shuangdao: "Life is short, be happy in time, why worry all the time?" This song is "Yin Yuqi", why not let go of the troubles. ”

Xin Xing didn't answer, only drank vigorously.