The girl nodded, her voice soft and sweet, like an oriole out of the valley, "Well, senior brother, see if you like it..."
The young man looked at the girl blankly, his eyes as gentle as water. Under her full gaze, he gently opened the box in his hand.
"This is..."[
A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and surprise welled up from the depths of his eyes.
"Senior brother's flute is very nice to play. If you play it with this silver flute, the flute sound will be more crisp and sweet..."
The young man stared at the silver flute blankly for a long time before slowly raising his head and looking at her with gentle eyes that could melt ice and snow, "I... like it very much..."
"Thank you, junior sister..."
Looking back on the past, everything is still vivid in my mind.
However, things have changed now.
She... probably no longer remembers the man who was deeply infatuated with her.
Nowadays, the distance of love that is so close is as far as the ends of the earth.
She is in front of him every day, and he can touch her with his tentacles, but the distance in his heart is far away.
The scenery of Anjun Prince's Mansion is excellent.
Large gardens, large flowers...
All kinds of flowers are vying to bloom, and the rich fragrance of the flowers is coming to the nostrils, making people feel dizzy.
Mu Yanli found a bench next to the flowers and sat down. As soon as she sat down, she heard the sound of a piano playing softly.
The voice was soft and lingering, with a hint of sadness, as if missing someone, and with a deep longing.
The person who plays the piano is obviously very attentive and puts all his emotions into it.
The sound of the piano moves the heart and mind, hitting the deepest part of the heart.
Something hidden slowly emerged from that small hole.
She listened with rapt attention, following the sound of the piano, and her mood went up and down...
When the song ended, Mu Yanli was still staring blankly in the direction of the sound of the piano, with a look of despair on her face.[
She stood up and walked slowly towards the place where the sound of the piano came from.
She really wanted to see who could play such a good piano.
Sometimes, playing the piano is not about technique, but more about the emotion involved.