"Miss Tang, why did you say that?" Hearing the section on explaining the aftermath, Shaoqing couldn't help but ask. Tang Yueyao shook her head sadly and said: "Tomorrow's matter, once it fails, I will undoubtedly die at the hands of Gu Tianhao, and if it is done, I will regret it...... Apologize for the crime...... "Tang Yueyao said this, waved her hand to signal Shaoqing not to interrupt her words, and then took out a few things from her side and put them on the table, Shaoqing looked at it fixedly, there was indeed a pair of short knives and a piece of silk that I didn't know what was written, the silk was already a little yellowed, and it was obviously not a short time.

I only heard Tang Yueyao continue: "These two knives are a treasure given by my master called 'Broken Red Dust', no matter whether tomorrow's thing succeeds or fails, I will definitely die, and I hope that you can one day return these two knives to my master, and tell him that 'it is Yueyao who has failed his expectations, Yueyao can't let go of the hatred in her heart, and can only end the hatred between the two families at the cost of her life." I hope that his old man can forgive, and in the next life, Yueyao will be a cow and a horse, and he will repay the grace of raising and teaching. Speaking of this, she couldn't cry anymore, and when she calmed down a little, she picked up the old silk, and Shaoqing only then saw that the silk was orange-red, the corners were very rough, and it seemed to have been torn from somewhere, and many symbols were written on it in ink, which seemed to be something like a music score.

I only heard Tang Yueyao say: "Actually, you don't know, I and Xichao...... Actually, I've seen it a long time ago. ”

"I've seen it for a long time? When was that? Shaoqing couldn't help asking, but at this time, a serene smile appeared on the corner of Tang Yueyao's mouth, as if she was immersed in some good memories.

"Kill my enemies, in fact, I used to be my father's friend, when I was very young, Gu Tianhao often went to my house to get together with my father, of course, I didn't know who my father's friend was at that time, I only remember that once when he came, he also brought a little boy who was about the same age as me, at that time he introduced to my father that it was his son, when I first met him, he was still a very thin little boy, full of scholarly anger, because I liked to practice martial arts since I was a child, When other girls' families were learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I was secretly learning my father's martial arts, and I also dreamed of growing up to marry a hero with strong martial arts, so I didn't have a good impression of him as a nerd, but my father introduced me to each other and ran away. They stayed at my house for a few days, and I was playing in the garden when I heard a beautiful sound of the piano coming from the yard next door, and I couldn't help but be attracted to find the source of the sound, and when I went around to the yard next door, I found that the person who played the piano was the little boy who had come to our house two days earlier. Although I was not very old at the time, I had heard a lot of luthiers in the band, but I can guarantee that there was never one who fascinated me as much as his music, so I ran over, and he was shocked when he saw me, and I went to ask him what his name was, and he was timid and didn't speak, and I was also a child at that time, so I said to him, your piano sounds so good, can we be friends. He looked at me a little shyly for a long time before nodding his head and saying yes, but at that time his father was about to tell him to leave, so he said that he wanted to leave me the score of the second half of the music, and if we could meet again in the future, he would play the second half of the music to me, but he only had a piece of ink on him to mark the strings, and he did not bring a bamboo slip. So I hastily tore off a piece of silk from the corner of my skirt, asked him to dip the ink in the water in the courtyard, and wrote the bottom half of the sheet music on the silk, and soon left with his father. And I kept holding the score, hoping to see the little boy who promised to play the piano for me again one day. ”