Ye Shaohan's slender fingers moved slowly on the strings, and in an instant, the strings were covered by the shadows of his hands.
The first sound of the piano is very soft, just like the breeze blowing through the catkins outside the window, and the catkins are flying in March.
However, just this gentle sound of the piano surrounded everyone's ears. At this moment, the entire third floor of the wine fell into a death-like silence. Even though the laughter from the second floor floated into the third floor, in the presence of everyone
There was not a trace of noise in my ears, only the gentle sound of the piano that lingered for a long time.
Each gentle sound of the piano formed a sad and heartbreaking piece of music. Every sound of the piano seemed to resound in the hearts of everyone, and their hearts trembled slightly. The sound of the piano came from the heart, and the sound of the piano seemed to be in the hearts of everyone.
Pictures formed in front of my eyes, heavy rains one after another, the noisy streets, the noise and the surrounding rain merged together, a figure was always wandering aimlessly in the rain, the only figure left in the whole world, and the surrounding people
The noise is out of place.
That figure was like a drop in the ocean between heaven and earth, small, lonely, and lonely. A kind of loneliness and loneliness slowly spread in the hearts of everyone. This depressing feeling made them extremely uncomfortable, that kind of helplessness, that kind of loneliness
, no ancient people were seen before, no newcomers were seen after, just wandering alone in the heavy rain...
The feeling of loneliness overwhelmed everyone. Ye Shaohan was still waving his fingers. Compared with the homesickness that night, Ye Shaohan felt even more lonely. The loneliness of wandering alone in another world. The moment his fingertips left the strings, Ye Shaohan felt that
The dark eyes are full of determination, no matter how lonely or lonely, be calm about it...
Quiet, extremely quiet, the breeze blew by, rolling up Ye Shaohan's long hair on his forehead, Ye Shaohan gently placed the piano in his hand in front of Han Xiaoshuang.
At this moment, Han Xiaoshuang suddenly realized that the feeling of loneliness and loneliness made him feel very depressed, but she was immersed in the touching music of the piano.
"Papa.."
"Papa..!"
Crisp applause suddenly sounded, and as Han Xiaoshuang clapped her hands, the successive claps quickly formed a sea of applause.
A trace of tears dripped down the corners of the eyes of several old men. They may have known that kind of loneliness.
In addition to shock, everyone's expression was also filled with a touch of sadness. Even the young man just now was the same, but the hostility in his eyes was even stronger. The talent displayed by Ye Shaohan made him feel the crisis, and he unconsciously turned towards him.
Han Xiaoshuang took a step closer, but Han Xiaoshuang took a few steps forward.
With her head slightly lowered, Han Xiaoshuang walked to Ye Shaohan and chuckled: "I wonder what the name of this song is, sir?"
Those old men all turned around and looked at Ye Shaohan.
At this moment, they were so curious about the name of this song, but Ye Shaohan disappointed them. He shook his head and said helplessly: "This song was just composed on the spur of the moment, and the name has not been chosen yet! The name is called Yi Meng! Think of it as a memory.
That dream!”
Composed on the spur of the moment, such a beautiful song turned out to be just a random composition. What amazing talent and profound piano skills it requires. They were shocked. Everyone who could stand on the third level was a literary scholar. But now,
They were all shocked by the young man at the same time, looking at Ye Shaohan with admiration in their eyes.
"Just now, the young master praised me for the song that can only be heard in the sky and not in the human world. However, at this moment, Han Xiaoshuang knew that the young master was wrong to praise me. Han Xiaoshuang has listened to countless wonderful songs for several years, but compared with today's young master's "Remembering a Dream"
, Han Xiaoshuang realized that the wonderful sound he heard before was really vulgar and hard to listen to."
Han Xiaoshuang's face was slightly pale, but it did not diminish her charm at all. On the contrary, it only increased her morbid beauty. Her voice was as clear and crisp as an oriole, and it was extremely pleasant.
Faced with such high praise from Han Xiaoshuang, Ye Shaohan's face remained calm and he smiled lightly without any arrogance.
“I don’t know the young master’s name!”
Han Xiaoshuang lowered her head slightly, with a touch of bright red on her pale face. Asking a man his name in public was extremely inconsistent with her image as a lady. Ye Shaohan didn't feel too surprised, and said with a cupped hand:
"Lin Ziruo!"
"Tomorrow, my father will hold a banquet at home, and all the gentlemen present accepted Han Xiaoshuang's invitation! I wonder if Mr. Ruo will be free tomorrow!"
Han Xiaoshuang raised her head, and the blush on her face disappeared. Apparently she had recovered from the embarrassment just now, her face was extremely calm, and she did not lose the demeanor of everyone.
"Yeah! Tomorrow!"
Ye Shaohan frowned slightly, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. Just when Han Xiaoshuang and others thought Ye Shaohan was going to refuse, Ye Shaohan readily agreed.
Then, at this moment when no one was noticing, a sneer flashed in Ye Shaohan's eyes, a hint of a successful conspiracy.
Immediately, Han Xiaoshuang took out an invitation from behind her back. The whole post was outlined with golden lines, and in the center of the post, a large character with flying dragons and phoenixes appeared: Han!
The whole post was grand and eye-catching. It was obviously an invitation to the Han family's banquet tomorrow. Han Xiaoshuang lowered her head and handed the invitation to Ye Shaohan.
Ye Shaohan took it with a smile, and his right hand accidentally touched Han Xiaoshuang's greasy hand. Han Xiaoshuang's hands were withdrawn as if they were electrocuted, and his face was red.
Ye Shaohan smiled faintly and sat back down. After what happened just now, no one dared to doubt Ye Shaohan's talent. What followed was a series of activities such as writing poems and paintings. Ye Shaohan was always watching from the side, not caring.
It was already late at night after the poetry meeting ended.
After exchanging a few words with Han Xiaoshuang and others, Ye Shaohan and Zhang Mingcai returned to the room, leaving Xiao Zi with a dull face.
As soon as he returned to the room, the invitation card in Ye Shaohan's hand was put into the necklace. Under Zhang Ming's strange eyes, Ye Shaohan jumped up with his feet and landed lightly on the bed. His eyes slowly closed tightly, as if he was entering into practice.
Today's incident was originally planned by Ye Shaohan. Through his talent, he attracted Han Xiaoshuang's attention and obtained an invitation to the banquet, thus launching a series of plans for tomorrow.
Ye Shaohan doesn't know how many children there are in the Han family, but tomorrow's banquet will be enough for him to remember those important children of the Han family, so that no one can be left behind.
Moreover, Ye Shaohan brought fifty Ye family troops this time, which seemed to be menacing, but at this moment, it seemed that the strength of the Han family was no less than our own.
It was late at night, and all the lights in heaven and earth were extinguished, and the originally noisy streets seemed extremely quiet at this moment.
But at this moment, Ye Shaohan, who was practicing, suddenly opened his eyes, took out two loose black robes and their area from the necklace, and gave one to Zhang Ming. The two of them put it on neatly. In an instant, the two of them were
The slender figures were all covered by black robes, and soon the two figures mysteriously disappeared into the house.
On the street, two figures kept flashing like ghosts. In an instant, they disappeared on the street. A few moments later, a dilapidated alley slowly appeared in Ye Shaohan's sight. After noticing that there was no other person behind him,
Only then did Ye Shaohan and Zhang Ming duck into the alley.
In the alley, under the dim light, fifty black figures suddenly appeared, each wearing a loose black robe, covering their bodies. Suddenly, two figures appeared again in front of the fifty figures. Ye Shaohan looked at them.
Fifty figures swept past fiercely. Only after realizing that they were all Ye Jiajun did they relax their vigilance.
"There are more than a hundred Han family descendants in the west of the city! These Han family descendants will not participate in the feast tomorrow!"
"There are more than a hundred Han family descendants in the south of the city! These Han family descendants will not participate in the feast tomorrow!"
"There are only about thirty people in the east of the city who have not participated in the feast! Ten of them will be responsible for the logistics of the feast!"
"More than fifty people from the north of the city did not participate in the feast! However, there are many peak spiritual warriors among them!"
"Team one! Head to the west of the city!" A deep voice slowly floated out from Ye Shaohan's mouth, and dozens of figures in front of him suddenly turned into phantoms and disappeared.
"Team 2! Head to the east of the city! Team 3, follow Brother Zhang Ming to the south of the city! Team 4, follow me to the north of the city! Team 5! Responsible for support and cleanup!"
Ye Shaohan's deep voice floated throughout the alley. The breeze blew by, stirring up the dust on the ground. A chilling air slowly filled the air, and dozens of figures suddenly disappeared.
In the north of Tianfeng City, compared to the noisy streets of Tianfeng City, this place is as quiet as death, with the occasional sound of dog barking coming out.
The surrounding famous residences were all dark, but there was still a pavilion with bright lights, from which bursts of loud laughter and the sound of water flowing could be heard.
In the pavilion, the leader was a big man named Han Liangde, who was considered a Han family steward in the north of the city. Beside him were two enchanting young women. The two young women were naked, like water snakes.
Generally wrapped around Han Liangde's body, under the spiritual energy of the spiritual master's peak, the two young women stepped on Han Liangde's body, letting out bursts of moans and groans.
Han Liangde smiled quite proudly, holding a wine bottle on his side and moving his body continuously.
At this moment, a sudden gust of cold wind blew, and Han Liangde couldn't help but tremble. His eyes were horrified and he looked at the black figure standing in front of him in disbelief. Immediately, his eyes blurred, and a blood mark appeared on Han Liangde's neck.
And out.
The two young women who were moaning were about to scream in surprise when a cold silver light flashed in front of their eyes. Their eyes were wide open and lifeless.
Looking at the three naked corpses, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but whisper: "Unlucky!"
Before the words were spoken, the figure disappeared. In the next few moments, this kind of scene continued to be played out everywhere in Tianfeng City. In this dead-like night, dozens of figures kept flashing back and forth in the pavilion.
Moving, the breeze swept over Tianfeng City, and the entire Tianfeng City seemed to be shrouded in blood at this moment.
A few moments later, more than fifty figures appeared in the originally empty alley. Ye Shaohan stood at the forefront, his eyes narrowed, listening to the reports of several Ye Jiajun.