When Ye Youlan arrived at Huo Mansion, she was greeted by a cute little face.
The little guy was held in Huo Yanfeng's arms, waving happily to Ye Youlan: "Lan... Lan..."
The little baby's babbling sounds are so cute.
Ye Youlan liked it when she saw it. She picked up Zhong'er and teased him, smiling.
The room was filled with the laughter of the two of them.
Unexpectedly, Zhong'er would be so happy when he saw the little girl. Huo Yanfeng was very happy and even more grateful.
He raised his hand and said, "Thank you Thirteenth Sister for saving me. Zhong'er took medicine today and his energy is obviously much better. He can eat and sleep. He is much better than before."
Ye Youlan lowered her head and saw that Zhong'er's face had turned rosy, his little eyes were full of energy, and his smile was adorable.
So she hugged the little guy and played the flying game.
Their figures, one large and one small, can be seen in every corner of the Huo Mansion, accompanied by laughter like clear bells.
Suddenly, a wisp of piano music reached her ears, and she couldn't help but become curious.
She curiously asked Lin Qingqing: "Who is playing the piano in your house?"
Lin Qingqing shook her head: "It's not the government, it's Mr. Yin next door. This man has lived alone next door for many years. He rarely interacts with others and his identity is unknown. However, both the government and people in the world of Yongzhou must respect him.
Three points.”
Mr. Yin?
Ye Youlan listens carefully.
The sound of the piano is clear to the ears, and the melody is very simple, but it has endless charm.
She handed Zhong'er in her hand to Lin Qingqing, then jumped up to the wall and looked over.
You can see it from a distance, it is a very wide lake.
I never thought that someone would make the place where they live so elegant.
Jade flowers are splashing on the lake, the fields are covered with green lotuses, and white lotuses stand in bloom.
The floating bridge leads to the lake, and in the center of the lake there is a small pavilion hidden among the green lotus and white lotus.
There was a simple and elegant wooden building standing in the lake, and a figure was seen sitting there playing the strings of a piano.
She quietly jumped down and hid in the bamboo forest by the lake to listen.
It's a song called "Drunken Moon".
The sound of the piano is elegant, refined and free of dust, making people feel as if they are on a light boat, the wind is flying across them, and they are singing together for the whole month. It is indescribably free and carefree.
Ye Youlan was listening intently, but the music had already finished.
Then a clear and gentle voice rang in my ears: "Little girl, come here if you want to listen."
Ye Youlan blinked, curious.
This person can transmit sounds from afar, and his skill is evident.
Ye Youlan smiled, moved her feet, and walked along the lake for a while, then stepped onto the pontoon and headed straight to the center of the lake.
The lake was so big that it would take her half a cup of tea to reach the center of the lake.
After arriving, I saw a man in green clothes in a small stone pavilion. He was as pale as the moon and his expression was calm and peaceful.
This man is sitting cross-legged with a qin on his knees, and it is he who plays the qin.
As soon as she saw him, she was sure that this person was the strange man she had met at Yaoyun Inn, Mr. Yin.
He raised his head, looked at Ye Youlan and smiled softly: "Sit down, there is tea and snacks next to you, little girl, help yourself."
His eyes are so kind and tender, just like his uncle's, which makes people feel good in his heart.
Ye Youlan didn't say anything. She turned her head and looked around. On the wide railing of the stone pavilion were teapots and cups, as well as several plates of snacks and wine!
She sat down with a smile and heard Mr. Yin's hand start to play the strings again.
Beautiful music came from his hands.
listen well.
At night, Youlan closed her eyes and sat leaning against the wall, as if listening to the piano or sleeping soundly.
Play once and listen.
It seems that they have a tacit understanding not to disturb each other, nor to disturb this dream that seems to be illusory and real.