Uzhou City, in Fanfu.

In a gazebo, Na Ruoshui sat at the table for a long time, plucking the strings back and forth with both hands, and his face was thoughtful, and he couldn't exhaust all the sorrows in his heart for a long time.

The sound of the piano is like a complaint, and every note hides a deep melancholy, as if in the silent night, wisps of sorrow float in the air. The melody of tears, flicked by the fingertips, seems to tell an ancient and long story, which is full of vicissitudes and pain, and it will not be leaked for a long time, and it will always haunt the heart. It is like a psalm, flowing slowly in the heart, like a winding path, leading people to step into that deep longing.

The maid Xiaolan and Xiaoju stood behind them on the left and right, one ......

Chapter 157 of "The Pearl of the Drunken Immortal Altar": I have been thinking all night, I don't see the infatuated man who was in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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