It was night, and the bright moon hung high in the sky, like a jade plate, exuding bright moonlight. The moon and stars are scarce, and the surrounding stars are obscured, not as bright as usual.

On the back mountain, the night breeze is slow, and the sound of the piano is curling, and with the breeze coming, tearing the quiet night.

The sound of the piano is melodious, sometimes like mountains and flowing water, undulating, sometimes like a pearl falling on a jade plate, melodious and pleasant. Listening to this song, it seems that there is a picture scroll spread out in front of you, and the artistic conception makes people intoxicated.

At the end of the song, Yun Qianye nodded and said with satisfaction, "Your piano skills are progressing rapidly, and in time, I have nothing to teach you." ”

Ye Qingchen listened, and a smile appeared on his face, "The so-called famous teacher produces a high apprentice, and the teacher teaches well!"

Yun Qianye shook his head, "Originally, you were talented and intelligent, even if you didn't meet me, if others gave you guidance, your achievements would not be bad." ”

Ye Qingchen stood up and said seriously, "That's what I said, but no matter what, the person who taught me piano art and music theory is you after all." "In this world, there are not so many ifs, and it is a great fate to meet anyone.

Yun Qianye was slightly stunned, and then smiled, "You're an interesting person." After that, he looked at Ye Qingchen and said, "I'm not a few years older than you, if you don't mind, call me Brother Yun in the future." ”

Ye Qingchen's eyes were flowing with bright starlight, and he was as kind as a streamer, "Brother Yun!"

Yun Qianye nodded, also stood up, walked to the edge of the cliff, stood with his hands in his hands, and looked at the endless night sky with his head slightly raised.

In life, although there are too many helplessness, some scenery is extremely beautiful, and some people you meet are worth remembering for a lifetime.

These days, it seems that he is teaching Ye Qingchen music theory and piano skills, and he has also learned a lot from Ye Qingchen, she is heroic, positive, optimistic, and full of hope. Especially the warm smile, which made him feel warm in the lonely cold years.

These days are the best time he has spent in all these years.

Nothing to do with Fengyue.

Yun Qianye slowly raised his hand and brought the jade flute in his hand to his mouth. In an instant, a melodious sound pierced the sky, soaring, echoing between this heaven and earth.

Ye Qingchen stood behind Yun Qianye, his eyes fixed on his back. His figure is thin and slender, his long hair is like ink, fluttering, independent of the world, shrouded in the bright moonlight, he seems to be about to feather and soar.

In the ears, Xiao Yin's tone is sad and low, like crying and complaining, blending into the night, adding a bit of loneliness and sorrow.

In front of him, a clear picture scroll slowly spread, and a story slowly poured out in Ye Qingchen's mind.

In the sound of the qin, she seemed to see a frivolous teenager, a child of a high-ranking family with an extraordinary identity, carefree, flamboyant, sharp, seemingly bohemian, but with a pure heart, a tiger in his heart, and a sniffing rose.

When he was young, he met the girl he loved. It was a girl with a beautiful country like spring flowers and autumn moon, and just one glance was ten thousand years.

I don't know what to do, and I go deep.

After a passionate pursuit, the girl was moved by the sincerity of the boy, and she made a promise to each other, and fell in love with the boy. The two finally walked together, spent a few happy years, and the couple fell in love, and they got married when they became adults, holding the hand of their son, and growing old with their son.

However, creation makes people, and love is not long-lived.

The two were finally forced to separate by the world. Disheartened, the boy left for exile. I thought that after walking through thousands of rivers and mountains, stepping through the world, and seeing through the scenery, time would fade away this emotion.

I never thought that the original love had already been deeply rooted in the bone marrow and was once in the sea.

Many years later, that frivolous boy has grown into a man who stands up to the sky, and that deep love has never been eroded by the years, but is like aging, more and more mellow and fragrant.

Time has passed, the years have been lonely, and the once frivolous teenager can now only express his affection for the breeze and the bright moon in the night of a foreign country.