The ethereal and soft voice drew Zhang Ji's sight, and when he looked sideways, it was a Qin Ji in an orange dress, holding a beautiful lyre.

The summer breeze blows gently and brings a hint of coolness. The long hair danced gently, the makeup was light, the eyes were soft, the orange dress was gently lifted by the cool breeze, and a transcendent fairy aura was revealed from Qin Ji's body, which couldn't help but make Zhang Ji look sideways.

"Lang Yu, this is Mr. Zhang Ji."

When the purple girl saw Lang Yu, she showed a gentle smile on her face and patted the back of her hand gently, "Sister is next door, if there is something, just call it." ”

"Remember, never get too curious about a man."

Lang Yu tapped the mantis head, and her cheeks were slightly red. Holding the lyre and walking to the opposite side of Zhang Ji, she faced the man she often heard Zinu, Han Fei and others mention.

She naturally knew what the last words of the purple girl deliberately lowered her voice meant, but she was just purely curious about Zhang Ji, and she didn't have any other emotions.

Anyone who hears an unfamiliar name come to their ears again and again will always have a little curiosity, especially since this name often appears in the mouths of quicksand people.

Quicksand often discusses some important things in Zilanxuan, and Langyu, as the sister with the best relationship with Zinu, naturally does not need to be guarded, and some small things that need to be done by trustworthy people are also handed over to Rongyu by Zinu, so Rongyu often hears the name Zhang Ji mentioned by everyone in Quicksand.

In the mouth of her purple sister, Zhang Ji is a mysterious person, he is like a swamp, and he can never see how deep his water is.

In Lang Yu's eyes, there may not be many people in this world who are more mysterious than her purple sister, and how many people in this world can be called mysterious in front of her. But since the purple girl said so, I think that this Mr. Zhang Ji may really be a person who can't even see through the purple girl.

And in the mouth of Han Feigongzi, who served as the boss after solving the ghost soldier robbery case, Zhang Ji may be a great talent.

Lang Yu didn't understand at the time, as a genius who was famous in South Korea in the past, since Han Fei recognized Zhang Ji as a great talent, why did he use the word maybe.

Then Lang Yu got an evaluation of Zhang Ji from Zhang Liang.

"Wise and self-protective, snobbish."

Lang Yu read the "Book of Songs" and knew the origin of the word "Mingzhe to protect one's self".

"The Book of Poetry, Daya, Haomin" has a saying: Su Su Wang order, Zhongshan Fu will do it. If the state is not, Nakayama will know it. Both clear and philosophical, in order to protect his body. Sleepy night bandits, to do things alone.

The word is praised, meaning that wise people do not participate in things that may endanger themselves, but judging from Zhang Liang's hateful expression, it seems that he is not really praising Zhang Ji. Because the next evaluation is the word snob, it also shows Zhang Liang's contempt for Zhang Ji.

Snobbs, people who chase power, too. (Yes, snobbery refers to power and wealth)

Zhang Liang is insinuating that Zhang Ji seems to be wise to protect himself, but in fact, he just feels that the rewards are not rich enough, and he is not really wise enough not to participate in these dangerous things.

The same person appeared in the eyes of the three people, good, bad, and medium, which couldn't help but make Lang Yu a little curious about this man named Zhang Ji, and he wanted to know what kind of man could make the people of Quicksand evaluate him like this.

As for why Lang Yu seems to have forgotten the evaluation of the fourth member of Quicksand, it is because in Wei Zhuang's eyes, there are only two kinds of people in the world.

One is called the weak, and the other is called Gainie.

Therefore, Weizhuang's "weak" evaluation was automatically filtered by Langyu.

Lang Yu, who was full of curiosity about Zhang Ji, quietly looked at the man in front of him, and his somewhat dissolute and informal sitting posture was very similar to that of Han Fei, the ninth son, and his handsome face also improved his impression in Lang Yu's heart.

The streamer in the beautiful eyes turned, and the pair of clear eyes and another pair of dark eyes glanced at each other, and when Lang Yu looked at Zhang Ji, Zhang Ji was also looking at the poor woman who had passed away in the best years because of the battle between the quicksand and Ji Wuye.

After Zhang Ji looked at Zhang Ji, who rarely had such close contact with a man, she couldn't help but be a little shy, a touch of blush appeared on her face, and her heart was pounding, and she didn't know if it was because she was discovered by Zhang Ji by peeking, or because she was shy because she realized that Zhang Ji was also looking at her.

However, after all, it is Zilanxuan's top Qin Ji. Although he had no experience in close contact with men other than Han Fei, Wei Zhuang, and Zhang Liang, Lang Yu quickly began to adjust his state.

The plain white and clean jade hand climbed onto the body of the piano, and the moment she touched the body of the piano, Langyu seemed to have completed the transformation from a light girl to a dignified lady in an instant.

It's just that Lang Yu didn't start playing immediately, but looked at the lyre, and his eyes showed a deep sadness.

Zhang Ji didn't urge, but quietly looked at Lang Yu with a sad face, and noticed the lyre.

For a luthier, the quality of a piano affects the quality of the music he plays, just as a sword is important to a swordsman.

But the lyre that Lang Yu brought was a broken piano with a deep sword mark on it, and there was still a black ink spot on the body. It's just that it wasn't an ink spot, Zhang Ji sniffed out a faint bloody breath from it, which was a black spot formed by blood condensation, which seriously damaged the beauty of this piano.

Such a broken piano that has been repaired will more or less have some impact on the performance, but Lang Yu still chose this lyre.

Lang Yu closed his eyes, and his jade hand brushed the seven strings, his fingertips were slow and slightly forced, as if he was feeling the cold feeling that touched his heart.

This piano is made of hundred-year-old paulownia wood and kneaded with silk strings, which was a gift from the Purple Girl when she first learned the piano, and it was her favorite instrument.

Her hand brushed the blood from the sword marks on Qin's body, and there was a faint flash of crystal in the corner of her eye.

She used this piano more than just a preference.

What's more, because it is stained with the blood of the good sisters who get along with her day and night, there are remnants of a sister named Hong Yu who will gradually fade into the world's last traces in this cruel world.

"Whew."

Lang Yutan's mouth opened slightly, exhaled turbidity lightly, and smiled faintly at Zhang Ji, as if to tell him that he was ready.

Ten slender fingers climbed the lyre, and when her hand pressed on the strings, her heart became very peaceful, no matter what the circumstances.

Lang Yu's breath gradually stabilized, the pair of starry eyes slowly closed, and a familiar musical score appeared in his mind, Gong Shangjiao Zheng Yu, beating notes shuttled through the weak but incomparably strong fingertips. She felt the cool breeze blowing in her face and breathed slowly.

Suddenly, with a hard pluck of his fingers, the sound of the piano suddenly came out of the clouds, like a shocking wave, blowing away the ups and downs of the clouds and mist on the horizon, and alarming Zhang Ji's heart.

The sound of the piano in his ears seems to have a magical power, which makes his soul seem to be purified by the sound of the piano, no longer full of all kinds of desires, but unprecedented calm, and the empty mind is like a calm lake without ripples.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the huge waves that seemed to be able to submerge the entire Xinzheng City dissipated instantly, but Zhang Ji's gaze became a little hollow and dull.

When he came back to his senses, Langyu's slender fingers began to dance on the strings again, and the beautiful rhythm came out one after another, and the sound entered the ears, like a mountain spring pouring down from the deep mountain valley, ethereal and sincere, as if telling the joy of once traveling with friends.

Suddenly, the fair-skinned face revealed a kind of tranquility and blandness that was isolated from the world, and the sound of the piano filled the entire room, Zhang Ji withdrew his heart and let himself immerse himself in the illusion created by Lang Yu with the sound of the piano.

In front of him was a forest, with grass and snow-white dandelions, and the breeze blew away the dandelions' crowns and drifted towards him.

Zhang Ji slowly walked to the lake, slept on the calm water surface and stared at the verdant mountains, where the water and sky meet, an egret flapped its wings and flew over, drawing layers of continuous ripples.

This beautiful scenery makes people unconsciously empty their minds, but it also makes people feel a sense of loss.

Between the vast and boundless world, he was the only one standing in the wind, admiring the beautiful scenery of this good day, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness in his heart.

Zhang Ji recalled that when he first came to this world, he felt lonely when he was in the world but couldn't find the same kind of people......

The sound of the piano slowly stopped, and everything returned to calm.

Zhang Ji stretched out his hand to brush the corner of his eyes, but he was still a beat slower, and a crystal teardrop fell silently.

"Parasitic mayflies in heaven and earth, a drop in the sea. Mourn the moments of my life, and envy the infinity of the Yangtze River. Zhang Ji's voice was a little hoarse, and he sighed faintly, ""Tears in the Sea" is really as good as its name. ”

"The music is poignant and sad, but there is no lack of warmth, it seems to contain a lot of sad past, and there are also a lot of sorrows in the heart of the jade girl."

Hearing Zhang Ji's words, Lang Yu's hand subconsciously held the red jade tied to his belt, the sadness on his face became more and more intense, and he bit his lip tightly and said: "Mr. Mingjian, Lang Yu has been learning the piano since childhood, and when he plays, he will inevitably yearn for it......."

Zhang Ji looked at Langyu, whose eyes were slightly red, took out a silk scarf from his arms, and gently wiped away the crystal tears from the corners of Langyu's eyes.

The soft and smooth silk scarf brushed the corners of Lang Yu's eyes, and Lang Yu suddenly reacted that Zhang Ji's movements seemed to be a little light, and he exclaimed in surprise and wanted to avoid Zhang Ji's hand, but found that Zhang Ji had wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes for her, and the delicate red color once again climbed up to the plain white and clean delicate face.

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PS:I'm very lucky.,The recommendation is promoted.,It's the second round of recommendations from 0:00 on Sunday.,And the follow-up has also reached a thousand.,It's all the credit of the readers.,In the case of the author's bacterial infection, the new crown update is unstable.、The quality of the code word is also average.,It's really touching the author.。

So, in order to thank everyone, I added a little more again, and today I have maintained an update of 6,000 words.

I hope you can continue to give up and help this humble author to continue to advance to next week's recommendation, and the author will continue to add more.