He had been waiting for this day for so long, so An Xici didn't waste a moment and asked everyone to pack their things and get ready to go. But at night, the palace people suddenly came to report that Yun Xian wanted to see him.
An Xici was stunned and didn't respond for a moment.
The palace attendant had no choice but to remind him: "I am your violinist."
"Oh." An Xishui nodded: "Let him come in."
When Yun Xian came in, An Xijie looked at him and realized that this luthier who had always been unknown had a pair of eyes as calm as water. It is said that eyes are the windows of the soul, and one can see through a person's eyes.
When An Xijian saw Yun Xian's eyes, it was as if he were looking at a calm pool of water, with no sadness, no joy, no anger or joy.
This was the first time in so many years that she took a serious look at his appearance.
"Sit down, what's the matter?" An Xibi was not very particular about palace etiquette, so she asked Yun Xian to sit down before he saluted her.
Yun Xian was not polite. After all, he had played the piano for An Xishui for so many years. He knew something about An Xishui's temperament. She didn't like trouble, and she didn't like people who were verbose.
However, he did not sit on the chair, but sat cross-legged on the floor, putting his piano on his lap.
"I want to play a piece of music for you." Yun Xian sat down and looked up at An Xibi.
There was no need for him to be modest. It was really out of order to be so presumptuous in front of the Queen Mother, but this was in front of An Xibi, and she never paid attention to such details. Looking at Yun Xian's serious eyes, she
He nodded: "Okay."
Over the years, she had listened to him playing the piano, but in fact, she had never listened to a single piece of music.
An Xici thought that she was leaving and probably wouldn't see each other again, so she just wanted to listen to him play one more time.
Yun Xian raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a clean and clear smile. His fingers crossed the strings, and the melodious music poured out.
It's like a gentle and lingering whisper, soft and waxy, with a bit of shyness, a bit of joy, and a bit of secret joy and nervousness.
An Xijie listened very seriously, but it turns out that Huangfuyan knew An Xijie too well at the beginning, that is, no matter what you play in front of her, there is no doubt that you are playing the piano to a cow.
She still doesn't understand it at all. At most, the sound of the piano is clear and cheerful, which will make her feel happy. But if you ask her to feel the affection in the sound of the piano, forget it. She can't even feel it.
So when Yunxian stopped playing the song, I heard An Xishu smile and praise: "It sounds very good, thank you. The Ai family has to leave the palace for something, so I probably won't listen to you playing the piano in the future, so why don't you give it to me?"
Aijia has been playing the piano for so many years, and Aijia is very grateful to you. Do you have any wishes? Tell me, and if Aijia can do it, I will definitely fulfill it for you."
Yun Xian narrowed his eyes slightly. Nine years of companionship are enough for you to admire and fall in love with someone.
He also always knew that she was listening to the piano, but he never listened seriously.
So today he boldly turned all his thoughts into piano music and played it to her, hoping that she would understand something. Unfortunately, she still didn't listen. Only at this moment did he have to admit that he was in her eyes.
Here, I will probably always be just an ordinary luthier, never any different from other luthiers.
But in this long companionship, he has lost his heart.