He was eighteen years old, young and graceful. If life is always changing its role with the years, then the eighteen-year-old boy and girl must be the player of life.

The boy was a luthier, often wearing a flowing white shirt and playing the piano on the bank of the river.

His appearance is plain, unlike the little brother who has thin lips and delicate eyebrows, but his piano sound can always make people stop and linger and fall into the clouds.

At this point, he seems to have the same ability as his little brother - weaving a moving dream and making people sink.

Xiaoyu sank into such a dream.

Since then, she has been busy looking for him every day, like the wind chasing the sand, and the butterfly loves the flower.

Rivers, lakes and seas, he always likes to stop where there is water, and then play a song against the rushing current or the waves.

Finally, one day, he noticed her, reached out and nodded, and called her over.

So the lonely shadow of the piano has a touch of rosy beauty around him.

The touch of red between the mountains and rivers is like being set off by heaven and earth, and it is thrillingly beautiful.

He and she are inseparable, as if there are endless words and endless poems.

Xiaoyu is so smart, she reads poetry and books to the fullest, and she never forgets it, every scenery, every melody, she can use the most appropriate sentences to arrange their experiences.

The luthier is also talented, the wind and clouds can become the elves at his fingertips, and every day there is a new palace feather to touch Xiaoyu's heart.

Many people don't understand what love is, or a momentary heartbeat, or a long-lost tenderness, or the end of companionship.

But if there is one thing that must be determined, it must be love, and that is the endless adoration of two people for each other.

If a person becomes another person's faith, how can she be willing to leave?

"I heard that there is an umbrella in the rain building, and as long as it rains, there will be moving music. ”

They often talk like this, and the tedious rumors in the world will become fun as long as they talk to the people they like.

"It's not as good as yours. Xiaoyu said obsessively.

"How can manpower be compared to heaven and earth. No matter how well I play, it's just the sound of the world. That umbrella seems to be the harp of heaven and earth, and the heaven and earth turn into rain as a finger to play, telling the Sanskrit sound of the world's avenue. How can I compare my strange and skillful skills? ”

"You haven't heard of it, maybe it's just a rumor. Xiaoyu's exaggerated hand dance, "Maybe it's just that this 'crackling' sound is misrepresented by people who do good things." ”

She made a "Qiuqiu chirp" sound again, and the pianist was teased by her and pulled her to laugh together.

It's just that, at a certain moment, she saw his distracted gaze.

He still cares about the piano that belongs to heaven and earth.

The daughter of the shopkeeper of Tingyulou has a pair of beautiful big eyes.

Like a clear spring, people can often see themselves in her eyes. Because those eyes are so clear, they contain all things in the world and reflect all kinds of things in the world.

Those who see themselves in her eyes always think that in her eyes, there is only herself.

How narcissistic people are, especially men.

If a man knows that a woman only sees himself, then he doesn't need to whitewash her in any way, he can't let go of her in his heart.

So these eyes have brought her a lot of benefits and a lot of troubles.

A wise woman is always good at taking advantage of a man's liking for her. She's smart, so she often walks around her restaurant, occasionally greeting regulars, without being rude or frivolous.

The people who have spoken to her are always sweet in their hearts. Seeing that she was talking to others again, but it was just a polite word, I felt that she seemed to have special care for herself, and she was even more pleasant.

In fact, she is similar to anyone else, saying to this person today and to the other person tomorrow, but people's hearts are always biased in the direction of their favor.

Especially, the reverie of men.

And at this moment, women are also in reverie.

"Sister, your eyes are so beautiful. ”

"My sister's eyes are not as beautiful as the little girl's words. She rarely showed a soothing smile and poured out all beings.

This little girl who speaks beautifully is Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu is very smart, naturally very good at talking, and in a few words, she became familiar with this sister.

So she rarely revealed her name and said to Xiaoyu: "If my sister doesn't dislike it, Yibei will be your sister in the future." ”

Xiaoyu bent her eyes and smiled, and said flatteredly, "Well!

"Sister" and "sister" are only one word apart, but the meaning is completely different. Just like "Miss" and "Big Sister", there is only one word missing, but the former is the name of the slave to the master, and the latter is the merchant calling the vegetable seller.

Xiaoyu didn't expect Yibei to be so close, just a first acquaintance, but she seemed to be introduced as a close friend. She laughed at the stupidity of women, but she didn't know that she was no different from Yibei.

Yibei points to men, but indulges women a lot.

In this era, the legends are all men's legends, and the stories are also vulgar stories, and no one mentions or knows the word "female style".

Just because no one knows doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Yibei likes women, even if she doesn't know it. It's just instinctive, and I'm more willing to contact with women who are as tender as water with a fragrant breeze.

Xiaoyu is not only a woman with a fragrance, but also a smart woman. Yibei, who was born in a businessman, can't resist a talented woman at all, it's a different world from her.

That's what she dreamed it would be.

It's like the wind blowing the leaves and rustling the heart.

People are always looking for someone.

People are always waiting for someone.

Some encounters are accidents.

And their encounter was fate.

Xiaoyu and Yibei walked very closely, and they approached very quickly, faster than the pianist.

One is the chase of the rain, the other is the blending of the flower moon, and of course, the latter is much smoother.

In the days that followed, Xiaoyu traveled with the pianist during the day, and sang with Yibei at night.

Yibei also replaced the curved Aya Luo and replaced it with a loose and decent brocade. Her temptation to men is fatal, not only the amorous spring water in her eyes, but also her overly mature plump body.

And at this moment, she was more disgusted than ever with the gaze of those men, like a clean body after bathing, afraid of being carved by cheap pen and ink.

Until that night, when even the stars would sleep, Yibei sealed the door bolt and invited Xiaoyu into the private room on the top floor of the Tingyu Building. At this time, no one will disturb you. This dark night seemed to isolate the world for them.

It was a red candle with incense, slowly overflowing with a sultry fragrance.

The two of them drank to the top of their hearts, and their confused eyes seemed to be covered by mist.

Xiaoyu looked at Yibei, her long flying hair, like a pianist in the wind, stroking the piano and singing a long song.

And Yibei looked at Xiaoyu, she couldn't see her appearance clearly, but the untouchable past buried in her heart, like being washed by the delicate spring rain, gradually revealed her original appearance.

It was the appearance of the flower and the moon when I was twelve years old.

The childishness will not be taken off, but there is a strange curiosity about others.

It's both a fear and an attraction.