Chapter 175: Disillusioned Blue Fairy Tale: Twelve Forgotten Piano Tribal Pavilion
Wow! Finally here, after taking the bus for almost an hour, we finally arrived at the "Twelve Forgettable Piano Tribe Pavilion"
"Good morning, Teacher Forget!" Walking into the simple store, a girl who always had to close her eyes into a thin line was sitting next to the white piano, thoughtfully as if she was thinking about something.
"Han Qing!" The girl heard my voice, and her indifferent face was dyed with color.
The girl's name is Wang. She has long hair like a weeping willow and an angelic face. However, God deprived her of her eyes and all her memories. When I met her, I accidentally helped her on the street half a year ago.
Later, I gradually fell in love with her piano, and subconsciously she knew the piano like a finger. At the same age of eighteen, I found that compared to her, I was lucky.
"Wang, where is Ernuo?" Ernuo is a kind-hearted big boy. In fact, I don't know what the relationship between Wang and him is, and I can't say they are lovers, but Ernuo is very good to Wang. This is my only comfort.
"We're out, will Qing come to learn the piano?" Wang skillfully played her white fingers on the black and white keys, and the notes seemed to be wrapped in sadness.
"Well, tonight is the campus beauty pageant finals, and I have to win against Yin Beisha."
Yes, I have to win, win anyone, winning is my natural instinct
"Bertha! Ye, Yu..." Wang held his head in pain and muttered to himself, making me unable to hear the words clearly.
"Forgot, are you okay? How do you know that Yin Beisha is Princess Shengye and is Yan Yeyi's fiancée?" I clenched my hands into fists as I spoke, feeling itchy and disgusting in my heart.
"I...it doesn't matter, let's start!"
"Wang, what's wrong? Did you remember something?" I supported Wang worriedly and looked at her reaction. Could it be that she was related to the Holy Night?
"I...it doesn't matter, let's start!"
"Is it really okay?" I still looked at the painful Wang with uneasiness. Countless thoughts were strung together in my mind. Maybe this scene will continue.
Opening the door, the familiar furnishings in the living room were quietly in place. It was already eighteen o'clock, and it seemed that they were all in Hongle.
I exhaled a sigh of relief and hurried upstairs
Pushing open the door panel of the room, a beautiful packaging box caught my eye on my messy bed.