When Mo Ziran and Mu Yunjin came out after eating the crispy duck, they found that the market was still so lively.

Mo Ziran touched her stomach and felt that she had eaten a little too much just now, so she couldn't help but pull Mu Yunjin to accompany her around.

They walked around a lot of stalls together, looked here, looked there, walked and walked, and before they knew it, they came to a fork in the road.

Mo Ziran didn't think about it, so she pulled Mu Yunjin and casually chose the direction with fewer people.

Around the corner, in a very inconspicuous position, there is a middle-aged man who has set up a stall selling musical instruments.

He sat on a wooden bench beside him, and did not look at the people passing by in front of his stall, nor did he shout to solicit buyers, but held a flute in his hand and put it to his mouth and played a tune.

Occasionally, someone stopped by his stall and asked for the price, but he didn't look at the person asking for the price.

Mo Ziran and Mu Yunjin heard him playing the flute not far away, and they didn't think it sounded very good, but it was just not out of tune, and the flute could barely reach the ears.

Waiting for her and Mu Yunjin to get closer little by little, she was not interested in the stall set up by this middle-aged man who played the flute, but when she was about to walk past his stall, she suddenly felt a dull feeling in her heart, and something seemed to be secretly calling her around her.

She frowned puzzled, stopped, and then looked at the stall set up by the middle-aged man.

Drums, flutes, sheng, xiao, erhu...... And the piano.

The booth is not very large, but there are a variety of musical instruments, which is nothing special.

What caught Mo Ziran's particular attention was one of the five different pianos placed on the sidelines.

The lyre was rectangular, and the body and strings were made of white jade, and even at night, the light seemed dim, but it glittered in the moonlight.

On the side of the body of the piano there are five words 'lover Sauvignon Blanc', and the font looks delicate and regular, as if it was not engraved with a tool, but someone wrote on it with spiritual power.

These are not the things that Mo Ziran cares about, what she cares about is that she can actually hear the sound of this piano, and now this piano is clearly placed on the table, no one plays this piano, but why does she feel that she hears the sound of the piano?

She listened carefully to the direction from which the sound came, she was sure that the sound she heard came from this piano, and the melody of the piano sounded a little familiar.

Mo Ziran looked at Mu Yunjin suspiciously and asked, "Master, did you hear any sounds?" ”

Mu Yunjin raised his finger and pointed at the middle-aged man who played the flute: "The teacher heard him playing the flute." ”

Mo Ziran shook his head: "No, there is also the sound of playing the piano, didn't Master hear it?" ”

Mu Yunjin glanced at Mo Ziran with a strange expression: "Girl, what are you talking about, there is only the sound of playing the flute around here, and there is no ...... playing the piano."

After Mo Ziran finished asking Mu Yunjin, he finally confirmed his conjecture just now, and sure enough, this is the case, this voice is really only heard by himself.

When the middle-aged man who played the flute heard Mo Ziran's words, a light of unknown meaning crossed his eyes, he suddenly stopped playing the flute, put the flute aside, and stood up: "This girl, I see that you have been watching this piano, do you want to try playing a song?" ”

I don't know why, Mo Ziran always felt that there was a connection between herself and this piano, and the more she listened to the sound of the piano, the more attracted she became.

She nodded without thinking: "Okay, I'll give it a try." ”