Everyone looked towards the gate, even Zhang Yunshen was no exception.

His hand that stopped in the air pressed down:

"Brother Song, let's talk about your parents later. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Yunshen leaned out his smiling face and looked towards the gate of the windy building.

I don't know who this Sinan girl will be, but the wonderful woman who stroked the long qin just now didn't let Zhang Yunshen take a second look.

Song Bin's gaze couldn't help but follow Zhang Yunshen's head.

I saw a person who looked like a fairy walking in.

This person is wearing a sunrise five phoenix hanging bead hairpin, wearing a long skirt with gold and a hundred butterflies, a pair of Danfeng triangular eyes, two curved willow leaves hanging eyebrows, and a graceful figure.

She has a strand of fine yarn on her face, but she can still be seen smiling but not revealing it, her lips are slightly open, and her teeth are like shells.

She walked slowly into the hall, all eyes following hers, finally landing behind the peachy veil.

How can this incredibly beautiful person feel familiar?

From the beginning of seeing this beautiful woman who seemed to come out of a painting, Song Bin felt that the eyes of this girl named "Sinan" were so familiar.

Until this person was completely behind the peach-colored tulle, Song Bin's eyes were still staring at her eyes.

Miss Sinan touched the long qin, but did not make any sound, looking at her fingers hanging in the air, everyone's hearts couldn't help but hang.

She suddenly chuckled softly, only to see her white neck lift up, and a pair of bright eyes fell on a place on the second floor.

Everyone was in an uproar, they didn't expect that Miss Sinan would look elsewhere.

Originally, it was a great blessing in life to be able to meet Miss Sinan, if she could take a look at her, even if it was a broken heart.

All the people looked in the direction of Miss Sinan's gaze.

I saw a private seat on the second floor and looked over.

A young man with a young face, an old man with unkempt hair on his blue forehead, a zombie face with a hook, and the last young man with a smirk, this is ......

The third son of the Zhang family, Zhang Yunshen?!

They don't understand how Zhang Yunshen's style could come to this "windy building" in such a low-key manner.

However, what they somewhat understood was why Miss Sinan looked at the second floor.

This can't help but make all the male compatriots indignant.

It's amazing to be rich, it's amazing to be rich??

But no one said it, and there were even many people who stood up in the direction of the second floor and bowed deeply.

Zhang Yunshen looked at Miss Sinan and was also a little surprised.

It's not once or twice that I come to this Fengmanlou by myself, and I can occasionally see Miss Sinan.

It's just that this Sinan girl didn't look at Zhang Yunshen much before.

Even if she held the identity of the Zhang family, Miss Sinan could skillfully resolve it, and in the end, she couldn't say a word.

Between everyone and Miss Sinan, there seems to be an invisible barrier.

Why did Miss Sinan suddenly look at herself today?

Zhang Yunshen's face became subtle, his head did not turn, but his eyes glanced to the side.

Looking at the surprised expression on Song Bin's face, Zhang Yunshen suddenly understood.

It turned out that Miss Sinan didn't see herself.

It's the teenager next to him, Song Bin.

Song Bin looked at the tender eyes full of smiles, and he was a little confused.

These familiar eyes made Song Bin suddenly think of a familiar person.

That person would send himself a basket of black bamboo shoots and black pork buns every day, and he was naturally too familiar with these eyes.

But he couldn't believe the speculation in his heart.

This person is Nangong's mother-in-law??

That old dragon clock, leaking air between the teeth, and Nangong mother-in-law with a furrowy face??

Song Bin hurriedly shook his head, even if the eyes of these two people are somewhat similar, how can they be the same person, the gap between the two people is inevitably too big.

Moreover, Song Bin took a closer look at the corners of this Sinan girl's skirt and feet, she did not hang her body in the air like Nangong's mother-in-law, and did not touch anything else at all.

Instead, he sat upright as a normal person.

Miss Sinan looked at Song Bin's expression and couldn't help but smile.

It's just that her smile made all the male guests in the entire "Fengmanlou" feel numb.

With a slight movement of her fingertips, her white fingers gently picked at the strings.

The sound of the piano rises like an autumn wind, sometimes tactfully lingering, sometimes sonorous and powerful, and finally turns into a continuous autumn water, flowing for a long time.

Accompanied by the sound of the piano, behind the peach-colored tulle, there was a soft and melancholy singing voice:

"Searching, deserted, miserable and miserable.

When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe.

Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy and be in a hurry late?

The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

Yellowfare flowers are piled up all over the ground. Haggard and damaged, who can pick it up now?

Guarding the window, how can you be born dark alone?

Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit.

This time, what a sad word!"

The song fell, and the piano came to an abrupt end.

Everyone fell into the song that Miss Sinan sang just now.

It was late autumn, and these weeping words, coupled with Miss Sinan's tactful singing voice, couldn't help but hit my heart with a melancholy mood.

It is like crying and complaining, and it is deeply moving.

One of the people in the seat couldn't help but stand up, but when he stood up, he felt a little rash to stand up like this.

After hesitating for a long time, he bowed deeply to the peach-colored tulle:

"Miss Sinan, this word autumn scenery and autumn love makes you inevitably feel that the world has fallen into the world. It's just that listening to this style of words, it shouldn't be the work of Miss Sinan. ”

Everyone looked at the young man who stood up angrily, but when they saw what this man was wearing, they were silent.

Dark brocade clothes, this person should be from Jinai.

Miss Sinan smiled, her smooth fingers gently stroked the strings, her eyes looked at the beating strings, and said softly:

"It's really not me, such a graceful poem is sung casually by a Song Gongzi. ”

Casual chanting?!

Most of the people who can enter this "windy building" are rich people, eunuchs, and children of families, and their poetry attainments are all superior, but they also read through poetry and songs, and the history of the literary world.

Such a poem is actually sung casually by a son surnamed Song, who is the son of the Song family with such poetic attainments, how come he has never heard of it?

Zhang Yunshen upstairs glanced at Song Bin, only to see the young man blushing, looking at the jaw-dropping crowd downstairs.

Song Bin's face was a little embarrassed, he remembered that one night, he was shivering by a sudden autumn wind blowing in Tiannu Mountain, and he couldn't help but casually chant this passage of Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice, Seeking and Seeking".

After that, I met Nangong's mother-in-law.

Could it be that Nangong's mother-in-law told this poem to Miss Sinan? Or is it ......

While Song Bin was still thinking, an inappropriate voice suddenly came in from outside the building:

"In exchange for the bright moon shining on Wu Hook! Listening to Qingqiu under the cool light at night, Jiao Niang complained and snatched the knife, and asked Lang with the knife who would relieve her worries? !

Snow on the chest, sorrow between the eyebrows. The waist is crisp and shy, and the starry eyes are turned. The long knife rubbed and couldn't let go, forgetting that there is tenderness in the deep mountains. ”

The sound of resentful poetry came, and everyone in the wind-filled building began to be vigilant.

Even the zombie man beside Zhang Yunshen narrowed his eyes, held Wu Hook tightly, and looked out of the door.

A white robe floated from outside the door, his body exuded a terrifying murderous aura, and his knife was full of blood.

"The second killer, the white crane?!"