"I've said it before, you'll be lonely when you're using chopsticks, you'll be bored when you're sleeping on the bed alone, you'll be bored when you're dating, and you'll be lonely when you're playing the piano." He slowly sat next to her, as if he were picking up food with her.
Now play tunes with him
"Boom!" Xia Nuonuo played a chord fiercely, her lips pursed into a cold arc, "No, no, I forgot the rest of it."
Yan Yu looked at Xia Nuonuo for a moment, with a devilish smile in his eyes. "Then I'll teach you a new song." Xia Nuonuo's long eyelashes flashed playfully, a slight smile on her lips, and she was close to his ear.
Next, she said softly: "Then you teach me to play "Tears in Heaver" - Tears in Heaven, that's it."
"tearsinheaver"——tears in heaven
Yu Yu has heard that kind of sound
That's the voice that only belongs to angels
Pure, clean and thorough
There is no such pure sound in the world. It is as beautiful as the soft petals floating in the clear spring of the mountain stream, filled with light and fragrant water mist, and is white and transparent.
"Why do you want to learn that?" Qian Yu puffed up his cheeks, his handsome eyebrows full of frowns. "Well...because he sounds very good," Xia Nuonuo thought of a lame reason.
How could Yu Yu know the clues?
It sounds nice and very familiar
"Okay, then I'll teach you." Qian Yu's slender and beautiful fingers gently tapped the keys. The late summer sunshine condensed on his fingertips, and a series of sad notes flowed out.
Even without any accompaniment, such a simple solo still has a magical and shocking power
It is a sad English song. Every note gently strikes the listener's heart, just like the begonia flowers blown down by the wind by the lakeside, letting the sadness fly in every trace of oxygen and settle in all the things.
in human breath
Yu Yu slowly turned his head, and Xia Nuonuo's clear smile fell into the angle of the angel's existence at 39° north latitude in his dark and blurred pupils.
"Xun..." A trance-like voice, like falling into a dream
lingering sound
The last note melts quietly in the air
"Hey, hey! Hurry up and teach me, Hun Danyu, come to your senses." Like a child, she pushed him impatiently, gently and softly.
The white begonia flowers bloom in the distance by the lake
The afternoon breeze blew up the golden dust all over the playground