Circling and soothing, the piano notes are soft, and the main tone speaks of the woman's gentle sorrow, which is quite sad, like a persistent inquiry. In the fog, the figure standing slowly in the distance is no longer visible, are you and him? Far, far away.

Qin Yin is entangled in a relationship?

Alone?

A landscape?

A cry?

Or is it a deep sigh?

The pain echoes clearly, forgot?

The voice said that the scars under the eyes of the people, like the scales under the deep pool, were flashing, they were streamers, and they were cold and forgotten.

Faintly, it was the inadvertent crumbs of memory, and the streamer swept by the dark water, and it floated away far away.

But there is the trembling and piety of the chant, rising and far away, marching slowly and resolutely, there is no space, no more time, it is an echo, far away, empty.

The alto concerto repeatedly changes the theme, but it is thin and bleak. And the piano sound of one or two sounds, like a chuckle, surged in an instant, it was a water wave, scattered and faded.

Only the background shaker keeps ringing softly in a half-beat all the time.

Do you hear me?

That is the pace of time, which penetrates everything, is a sigh, disappears, and is lost.

The music of the three stacks, intertwined, separated, you sigh three times, he is in sight, and then drift away. March, also slipped together, tears, withered, falling.

The sound of the piano was rattling, and it was finally broken and finished.

A tear slipped out of Mu Jinxi's eyes and fell on the violin, falling right on the strings, as if the tear could be heard.

Mu Haoqian stood up from the piano, walked to Mu Jinxi's side, hugged her body, even if he didn't see her face, he could already feel her body tremble.

Just a silent hug, Mu Jinxi has already collapsed.

"You can't do without it, why let it go?"

"I have no choice, I promised Grandma Zeng, I want to take over the master of the Nine Palaces, I have no choice, I can't let my brother go instead of me, I love him so softly, I ......"

"Fool, don't you want to think about what he thinks if you let you go like this?"

"I don't know, I don't want to know, brother, what to do, I really can't let him go, I really ...... It really can't be without him. ”

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Mu Jinxi's crying reached Bingling's place, Bingling stood there looking at her, watching quietly, why is this master?

But why not?

Ye Chusheng returned to Yue Yi's side, just in time for the emperor to die and the new emperor ascended the throne, Ye Chusheng looked at this position, it was the position she didn't like him to sit in.

And now......

There is no concubine in the harem, which Ye Chusheng has always done for her.

He had forgotten about her, and now he ......

But she didn't want to pay attention to him anymore.

When Ye Chu Qiao entered the palace to face the saint, he happened to see Ye Chu Sheng standing stupidly in the imperial garden, he glanced at that background, and since he came back from Puluo Kingdom, he had never seen his smile again.

"Brother Huang!"

Ye Chusheng heard the voice of Ye Chu Bridge, and then turned around, Ye Chu Bridge looked at the direction that Ye Chu Sheng was looking at, it was Puluo Country.

"You're here?"

Looking at Ye Chuqiao, he just smiled far-fetchedly, this position is not what he wants, but there are things that cannot be recovered.

The two brothers didn't speak again, but stood quietly by the lake, Ye Chusheng continued to look in that direction, and Ye Chuqiao knew that this was his waiting.