"Dad asked me to come to the door to see if you are coming, go in!" She still smiled so calmly. Is she not interested in Xia Yetang? When I was stunned, she had already walked in. Could she be doing it on purpose?
What are you hiding? Or is she really not interested in Xia Yetang? It's best not to be interested. If she also likes Xia Yetang, then the actions of the two of us just now hurt her and Xia Yetang. I suddenly
I blame myself a little. I know that I have a little crush on Xia Yetang, but who am I qualified to talk about love and enjoy love here? I am just a lonely soul from another time and space.
His straight back suddenly looked so lonely. He should be proud and arrogant.
"I'm sorry." I said with some guilt. I was also lonely at this time. When he turned around, the lonely look in his eyes was a little sad. I suddenly thought about how great it would be if he liked me.
"Let's go!" He didn't blame me, but his expression on me was even colder than before. I followed him silently, feeling so stressed that I could hardly breathe, and I really had no intention of messing around.
I shuttled among the endless warblers and swallows. They must be the daughters of important officials in the imperial court! I looked at them curiously. Suddenly, a square object in the southwest corner made me freeze in place. It was made of bronze wood.
The shell and the black and white keys are obviously the piano that has been with me for ten years. Although such backward pianos are rare in modern times, the black and white keys dancing in my mind are so familiar that I suddenly feel
I am not alone here. I still have my beloved piano accompanying me. I suddenly want to cry loudly. There are so many memories. When I was the most painful and lonely, the piano accompanied me when I was the happiest.
, I still only want my piano, it is like the most intimate friend, listening to me and never hurting me.
"What's wrong?" An anxious question came from above. When Xia Yetang saw that I didn't follow him, he came back to look for me.
I burst into tears and shook my head silently. How should I explain?
"Does your hand hurt?" He seemed a little at a loss and took my red and swollen hand to check.
"Damn it, it's so swollen, why didn't you tell me earlier?" He felt a little distressed and a little reproachful, and I was suddenly touched that this man was actually not that bad.
I still just looked at him with tears in my eyes.
"Go and apply some ointment first." He pulled me to leave.
"Wow, wow." I wanted to squat on the ground and cry, but I really did.