"If you have a heart, the plants and trees have a heart, if you have love, the plants and trees have love, so that the heart touches the other heart, and this love tells the other feeling, only then is the bosom friend. ”

"A bosom friend, a bosom friend, a bosom friend, a bosom friend, a bosom friend. ”

Shi Ji paused and said: "This is the heart of the qin on top of the piano technique, and I also divide it into two realms: whether you want it or not, and whether you can or not." ”

"Whether you are willing or not, whether you are willing to put the emotions in your heart into the piano and tell others, whether you can find the sound of the piano language you play, whether you can move the bosom friend and make friends. ”

"Both of these are from the heart, and they should be from the heart, whether it is good or not, you know, he knows, God knows, and the earth knows. ”

Shi Ji took out the beginning, Shi Ji stroked the strings with his fingers, and whispered: "The beginning is three hundred years old, the milk name is called Qingsi, and the hundred years old enter the piano road, and the two hearts reflect each other." ”

She gave the beginning a heart,

At the beginning, she spent the spring and autumn with her.

Sad autumn and sad spring talk about the snow moon,

Evil witches and demons punish the mind.

"Ding......

The strings are plucked and only one sound.

"Ding......

Qingya's heart vibrated and her fingertips plucked the strings.

"Knock ......"

"Knock ......"

In front of the bamboo house, the sound of the piano is double, one before and one after, one teaches and one learns, the sound of the piano babbles, such as a child's language, the song is not in tune, but it is not interesting.

The wind passing through the bamboo forest carries a faint fragrance, and the undulating flowers and plants on the ground exude a fresh and tender smell.

The cute rabbit couldn't sit still and slipped off the bamboo chair, a brilliant little flower fascinated her, she squatted in front of the flower, held her breath, ......and shh She's listening to the language of flowers.

......

The sound of the piano is paused.

Shi Ji looked up at the young man walking towards her, wrapped in animal skin, carrying an arrow bag, slender figure, strong fingers, holding a long bow, steady steps, calm eyes, and a smooth body like a cheetah, this is a qualified archer.

Yibei, she heard her eldest brother talk about it, but she never saw it, Chang'e is happy, Hou Yi never takes the clansmen home, at least she hasn't seen it, except for the time when Xingtian visited Xuan Ming and knocked on the door, she has never seen anyone from the Wu clan come to the door.

"Yibei met the pianist, Yibei met Pingping, and Yibei met his aunt. ”

Public before private, courtesy is thoughtful.

Shi Ji nodded, with her eldest brother's style, she didn't talk to strangers, and she was cold and unapproachable.

"There's a trip to the north of Lao Yi!" Shi Ji said politely.

"Don't dare!" Yibei was also very polite.

"Can the Houtu Hall be opened?" asked Ishiji.

Yibei nodded: "Yes." ”

Shi Ji got up and walked to the screen.

"What are you going to do?" his pupils constricted.

Shi Ji waved his hand, the earth cracked, Shi Ji brushed his sleeves, and the screen was swept into the crack.

"Stone ...... Iso......"

Ping Ping gritted his teeth and hated it to the extreme.

A complicated extremely cold ice text flew out from Shi Ji's fingertips and fell into the crack in the ground, the sound of the screen stopped, the earth closed, and the grass and trees were frosty.

"Let's go!"

The coldness on the face of the cold young man broke the ice a little, and Lord Ping was buried like this?

"Auntie, you buried the bad guys!"

Rabbit was pleasantly surprised.

Ishiji nodded.

"Auntie, did you kill you?" the rabbit asked.

Shi Ji replied, "No." ”

The rabbit nodded: "That's buried alive!"

Shi Ji was sure: "Yes!"

"Or ...... Or...... Let the bad needle kill her!" the rabbit innocently suggested.

Yibei had a bad chill, the coldness on his face was completely shattered, the little pet killed people without blinking, and his aunt was even darker than rumored.

Xuan Yu was no better, and that night, he was almost buried alive by this heartbroken duo, and they had also discussed the theory of whether to kill first and then bury him in front of him, or bury him alive.