Mr. Yin turned his head and looked into the little girl's clear and bright eyes.
His eyes were bright: "Your playing technique is somewhat similar to hers."
Ye Youlan also looked at him: "So you think my mother might be the person you mentioned?"
Mr. Yin glanced at the little girl's face and sighed quietly: "Maybe this is just a coincidence. She is such a peerless beauty, and she is unparalleled in playing a piece of music. Even Yan Feng, who now has the number one piano player, is better than Yan Feng.
Not on."
At that time, that woman was so magnificent that she conquered many heroes in the world.
Since she left, how many people have followed her in their hearts.
This life... is full of love and obsession.
Her name is in everyone's heart from this moment on.
Including him, Yin Jue.
Then, he held up the tea, as if trying to hide his melancholy, but the hand holding the tea cup turned slightly white.
Ye Youlan couldn't understand the regret in his heart, and looked at him with pure and lovely eyes.
"The woman you are talking about must not be my mother. My mother has always been at home and has never been far away. She only watered the flowers and planted grass every day. Occasionally, she would mend clothes for my father, and she would also give me and her clothes.
Brother is a good sweetie."
When the little girl talks about her mother, her face is filled with sweetness and happiness. Those times are all warm memories.
"My mother only played the piano a few times when I was five years old, and then she never played again."
Never heard of it again.
The sound of her mother's piano was the most beautiful she had ever heard.
But I will teach her and my brother.
She plays the piano.
My brother knows Xiao.
"Well, I learned this piano slowly by myself. You are the first person besides the people in the village to hear me play the piano."
The little girl's tone was slightly arrogant, as if it was an honor for him to hear her music.
Mr. Yin couldn't help laughing.
"That's really Yin's honor."
The little girl was so funny, innocent and cute, and he loved her even more.
When the two of them had Qin, they had many more topics to talk about.
There were no barriers, and the conversation was very congenial.
It wasn't until the sun was setting that the little girl smiled and waved goodbye.
Mr. Yin smiled lightly and said: "If you like it, little girl, you can come anytime in the future."
The little girl said happily: "Okay, I'll leave first."
He nodded gently.
The little girl smiled, turned her head, and looked somewhere.
After just one glance, he didn't look at it again and left.
It wasn't until her figure disappeared that Mr. Yin stood up, stretched out his hand to caress a white lotus outside the pavilion, and the smile on his lips faded a bit.
"Yu Qingkuang, how long do you plan to hide? Such behavior is not like your behavior."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold snort came from the forest.
Then, a black figure walked out of the forest. His face could not be seen from a distance, but he had a cold and lonely feeling about him.
He jumped on his toes, flew from the forest, crossed the lake, and landed in the pavilion.
This man was tall and slender, like a strong bamboo standing in the wind, with a handsome face but a slight frost on his temples, and a willful and evil look between his brows.
When he saw Mr. Yin, he sneered: "Huh, Yin Jue, why don't you tell me about yourself? Your behavior is weird. Mr. Yin, who has never interacted with others, is so attracted to a little girl today. Why?"
Are you trying to find some shadow in her?"
The sarcastic laughter was particularly harsh.
Mr. Yin's face turned green and he rolled up his sleeves.
"Yu Qingkuang, shut up. It's not your turn to comment on what I do."