Chapter 1228 : Father and son! A big and a small secret 7
It was darker at night. When the wind passed, the willow branches in the courtyard swayed lightly, and the bamboos rustled.
The tiny shadow is silent in the moonlight steps, faintly laid. It seems that the crescent moon in the sky is tilted, with only a few stars.
The black hair is like a waterfall shawl and the beautiful eyebrows like willows dyed the cold and lost their souls.
The lost soul murmured to himself, delicate and ethereal, "I don't know that the soul has been broken, and there is a dream that follows me. Except for the moon in the sky, no one knows..."
Suddenly, a wisp of piano sound came up faintly, sad and heartbroken, and moved, but there was an ethereal aura entangled. Gradually, the piano sound was light and exciting, not like a mountain or flowing water, but there was a boastful youthfulness.
Modern atmosphere.[
Strange sound, strange piano...
For some reason, Su'er felt familiar.
Yes, it looks like pop music? It looks like a familiar piece of music, but it's just a name that she can't get up. Could it be that the person who plays the piano comes from modern times? They are also time travelers?
Is there anyone playing such a piano here?
She stood up in shock and looked for the source of the piano sound.
After leaving the store, the sound of the piano actually came from the chess hall.
At the gate of the chess hall, there were a string of large lanterns hanging on the left and right, which were not extinguished at night. I wonder if it was Murong Jing's conceit or why, since the opening of the chess hall, these two doors have never been closed, and it was like this day and night.
Even so, no villain dares to visit at night.
He stood in front of the door without realizing it, and the lights reflected his beautiful face and his plain shadow was slender.
The sound of the piano is not like that of Murong Jing.
She had heard of Murong Jing's piano.
Different styles.
Or, is it the piano player? But this music really made her curious.
After hesitating for a while, she stepped into this place for the first time.
Really, it's the first time tonight.
Even if she was a neighbor for three years and had three years of doorstep, she had never stepped into his place. She would think of this place every day. Because there was a person here, when she thought of this person, she would naturally think of the chess hall. It was just one he opened.
The small chess hall was originally only for some idle and elegant people to play chess, but later it gradually became a hall for romantic and literary scholars.
There are people showing off everything in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.