Chapter 143: Happy Birthday, Ge'er
The timbre changed from the initial lightness as beautiful as a hundred flowers blooming, to the middle to be as ethereal as the wind, and then to the end to mourning, intersecting with her ethereal singing, which seemed to bring him into such a poignant love.
The entire Qinglou suddenly fell silent, and the old bustard and the four adults who were still discussing the price of the jade pendant with the four adults, as well as the benefactors who knelt on the ground, all raised their heads and indulged in the poignant sound of the piano and the cold singing.
It gave them a great shock, no one said a word, for fear of revealing a note and a lyric, although I don't know who sang it, but this song should only be in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world! I'm afraid that Tianyuan will never be able to find such a superb person in China.
The shock downstairs was far less than the shock of Dongfang Mingxuan in the room, he looked stupidly at the appearance of the third sister playing the piano, the sunlight sprinkled gently and softly through the window, plating a layer of golden light for the woman, the halo blurred the outline of her face, and even the spots on her face seemed to be diluted.
The third sister's body seemed to be covered with a beautiful coat of music, like a luminous body, attracting all his attention and taking away all his breath.
Countless butterflies flew in from the window, and colorful butterflies fluttered and swirled around the third sister, as if they were dancing for the third sister.
It is nothing more than touching everything with the sound of the piano.
Dongfang Mingxuan's mind buzzed, his heartbeat was so fast that even he couldn't control it, he did a very stupid thing, that is, he suddenly held his breath, because he felt that even breathing a little heavier was like a blasphemy against the sound of the third sister's piano!
The sound of the piano became more and more mournful, the sound of the piano was thick and thinned the air, her singing was so sad, it made people listen to a kind of impulse to cry, and one butterfly after another flew around her and slowly landed on her body, as if to give her a comforting hug and tell her not to be sad.
The whole world of the beautiful man was like a thunderbolt exploding, he bit his lip, and suddenly wanted to turn into one of the butterflies, he also wanted to hug the third sister, because he felt the sadness in the third sister's heart, his heart, it hurt.
The gentle and sad song flowed through her fingertips, and she sang and sang, and her eyes slowly moistened, because she saw that everything was quietly changing, and even time and space were changing.
That day was the fourth time she had won the title of first place in the international guqin, and she had just come out of the competition field, the sun was hot, and even the air did not have much humidity, and it was all hot.
Countless spotlights shone on her, and a group of black-clad bodyguards separated the street from an open road, lined with talking people and reporters with cameras constantly taking pictures.
At the end of the noisy street, the floor is covered with carpets made of rose petals, and the LED TV screens on the streets are all showing short films of her life.
At that time, she was still wearing a competition costume, and her long skirt dragged the floor for more than three feet, and she walked to the end of the street with a rose on the ground with doubts......
In the prime of the sun, a man in a suit with his back to her, hearing the footsteps behind him, the tall and handsome man turned around, and the silhouette of the cold knife was so distinct, like an indifferent prince who came out of a fairy tale, he held a scorched tail in his hand, and his eyes as black as an eagle looked at her with deep feelings like the sea.
"I've finally found the one you've been looking for, Ge'er, happy birthday." The corners of Wen Junyi's mouth were lightly raised, and his cold and low voice was mixed with excitement and inexplicable tenderness of affection, ethereal in the air...
In fact, she had long forgotten her birthday that day, but Yi remembered it......