When Luo Ziling was hesitating to go over, Yang Qingyin, who was talking to the tall boy, turned around.
It was as if she knew he had arrived.
The distance between the two was not close, but Luo Ziling could see the smile that instantly appeared on Yang Qingyin's face when she saw him.
This smile was like a shot of stimulant, making Luo Ziling instantly put aside his worries and strode over.
The boy standing with Yang Qingyin also turned his head and looked at Luo Ziling, who was striding over.
As he got closer, Luo Ziling, who had been looking at Yang Qingyin, finally turned his attention to the man.
This is a man with impeccable appearance and temperament, similar to those handsome male stars seen on TV and movies. He can also strongly feel the aura of your noble family, which makes Luo Ziling feel ashamed.
Feel.
Luo Ziling's eyes looked at the boy for a while, then fell back to Yang Qingyin, smiling slightly shyly.
Yang Qingyin's expression was not strange, and he did not look embarrassed because there was a handsome man standing next to him. The eyes he looked at Luo Ziling still had an intoxicating smile.
The handsome boy next to Yang Qingyin saw the smile on her face, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
You know, Yang Qingyin, who is known as the goddess of Yan, usually shows a haughty look in front of people. It is rare to see her smiling, let alone such a bright smile.
He rarely saw such a beautiful smile on her face, and he was momentarily absent-minded. But Yang Qingyin's smile was not for him, but for another boy, and he felt unhappy. It was just his self-cultivation.
Excellent. Although I felt very uncomfortable in my heart and even felt hostile towards Luo Ziling for no reason, there was no expression on my face and she even smiled slightly at Luo Ziling.
Luo Ziling also smiled back, but it was a little forced.
He was not used to smiling at people he was unfamiliar with and unfriendly to.
"I want to hear him play a piece of music," Yang Qingyin didn't seem to notice the unfriendly glances between the two men, or she didn't want to pay attention to it at all. With a faint smile on her face, she said to the handsome boy:
"Do you want to listen together?"
Seeing Yang Qingyin ask this, Luo Ziling couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat. He could hear that there was an eviction order in her words.
What it means is that I want to hear him play a piece of music alone, so you'd better avoid it.
He felt happy for no reason, just like when his grandfather praised him a few words and then gave him a reward when he was a child.
"I have no research on flute and flute, so I won't bother you to discuss the joy of sheng and xiao." Of course the boy heard the meaning of Yang Qingyin's words, and couldn't help but feel a little angry, but he still said knowingly: "I also
I have something to do, so I’ll leave now and we’ll make an appointment someday.”
With that said, he nodded slightly to Luo Ziling and strode away.
Luo Ziling didn't expect that the other party would just leave like that, and was a little stunned.
He wanted to ask Yang Qingyin what was going on and who this man was, but he swallowed the words as he spoke.
Since the other party was so free and easy, and Yang Qingyin had no intention of explaining or introducing him, it would be too tacky for him to ask.
"The flute that my grandfather made for me was made from acacia bamboo at the foot of Tianshan Mountain." Luo Ziling smiled and raised the flute in his hand, "This is the first time I have taken it out since I came to Yanjing."
Luo Ziling didn't ask a word about what happened just now. Yang Qingyin was a little surprised, but she was also very relieved. The shy little boy in front of her was indeed a bit different. She smiled again and whispered softly.
Said: "Your flute is very precious."
"It's true emotionally, and it's true in terms of texture," Luo Ziling said with a proud look on his face, "The material is taken from the foothills of the Tianshan Mountains and soaked in snow water for two years before production. The sound quality is very rich and mellow."
"My little girl has blessed ears," Yang Qingyin smiled sweetly, looking straight at Luo Ziling with bright eyes.
Luo Ziling also showed her a bright smile, licked his lips, and put the flute to his lips.
Soon, a soft song began to float around the lake. It was smooth and soothing, like the wind in the night.
What Luo Ziling played was the song "Mountain Residence in Autumn Mist" performed by Yang Qing last night, but the "Mountain Residence in Autumn Mist" he played was smoother and more flavorful than Yang Qing's. As long as you listen carefully, you can feel the music.
The lingering autumn mood flows through the music room.
At the end of the song, Luo Ziling had put down the flute from his lips, while Yang Qingyin was still immersed in the charm of the music.
"It sounds so good, I'm crazy about it." After a while, Yang Qingyin turned his head and smiled brightly at Luo Ziling, "You can be my teacher!"
This smile was so beautiful that Luo Ziling lost consciousness for a moment again.
Yang Qingyin also saw Luo Ziling's brief gaffe, and couldn't help but feel a little proud.
"It's embarrassing," Luo Ziling responded with a natural smile and added, "I'm really afraid you'll laugh at me."
Yang Qingyin smiled again, and there was still indescribable tenderness and charm in his smile, which made Luo Ziling feel that his body and mind were sinking.
"I have gained a lot from listening to your song today," Yang Qingyin looked at Luo Ziling with a hint of mischief and said softly, "It's time to go, the little lady hasn't had her dinner yet."
"Eat on time, have three balanced meals a day, and your body will be less likely to get sick. You are not in good health, so you should pay attention to your health," Luo Ziling breathed a sigh of relief.
The feeling was so wonderful that he felt a little worried about gains and losses, fearing that he would say or do something wrong. In the beautiful feeling, it was really the best choice for the two of them to part ways. But when facing Yang Qingyin's beautiful eyes, he
Still couldn't help but remind her.
When he saw her yesterday, he felt that there was a slight morbidity in her expression. When he heard her say this today, he roughly understood what was going on.
"Eat when you want to eat, and don't bother to eat when you don't want to," Yang Qingyin smiled mischievously.
She herself didn't know why she said this to Luo Ziling.
"My grandfather is a Chinese medicine doctor," Luo Ziling stretched out his hand to Yang Qingyin.
Yang Qingyin was stunned for a moment and glanced at Luo Ziling strangely, but he quickly understood what was going on.
After hesitating for a moment, he reached out his hand to Luo Ziling.
Luo Ziling grabbed her delicate and soft wrist with three fingers, and then took her pulse.
Seeing Luo Ziling's serious look, Yang Qingyin couldn't help but want to laugh again. While chuckling, she asked in a low voice: "Is the little lady infected with disease?"
Luo Ziling nodded, almost without hesitation.
"You will have stomachaches from time to time, which is caused by irregular diet. There is also moderate anemia, which is the reason why you are too picky about food, so you often feel sleepy, which is more obvious when you squat down and then stand up. Also
…”
Luo Ziling hesitated for a moment, but did not say the next words.
Yang Qingyin was quite surprised by the diagnosis Luo Ziling made for her.
Did he specifically inquire about her situation, or did he just come to the conclusion based on the pulse?
"What else?" She was quite curious about what Luo Ziling didn't say.