When the first note sounds.

Ling Luo knew that he was already quiet in his own music world.

The hinge plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune.

What she played was not any ancient song she had ever heard, but an extremely pure emotion.

Ling Luo was also born in a generous family thousands of years ago, and she was quite proficient in music, and she also boasted of her piano skills, but now she was ashamed of herself when she compared it in front of this young man.

The song of the robbery.

It is his pure heart, pure and innocent feelings.

The sound of earthly beauty, luxury and emptiness, compared to it, is simply the difference between cloud and mud.

Ling Luo leaned against the trunk of the tree behind him, slowly closed his eyes, and listened to the music very pleasantly.

Listening to the song of robbery, it is like being in a wonderful dream.

She felt that her whole soul had been healed.

I don't know how long it took for the piano to stop.

Ling Luo opened his eyes, it was so comfortable, the sound of his piano was really magical, and the fatigue of a whole day of cultivation was gone.

"That's good." This is the compliment she gave him.

"No, it's beyond the boundaries of what sounds good."

In the eyes that were a little abrupt, there were crystal colors, and the smile on his face was so bright.

"Sister likes it, Xiao Zheng will talk to you again."

Such a tempting invitation, she really couldn't say no words.

At this moment, Ling Luo was leaning against the trunk of the tree very comfortably, listening to the sound of heaven from the fingertips.

She forgot her troubles, her body and mind were extremely lazy, and she also forgot Xuanyuan Yu who was waiting outside.

Of course, someone is no longer there.

Listening to such a soothing piano sound, Ling Luo was so relaxed that he fell asleep like this.

He turned his head and looked at her elegant sleeping face, as well as her slightly rising perfect arc, and the piano in her hand, she was reluctant to stop.

Seeing her sleeping so peacefully, a huge sense of satisfaction filled her heart.

For the first time, he felt that he was needed.

He received her favors again and again, felt her warmth, and that feeling could not be described in words.

All her thoughts turned into the sound of the piano and accompanied her to sleep.

Tonight, he will build a dream for her.

The moon is beautiful, the silver light pours in this small courtyard, the snow maple trees sway the green leaves, and a young man playing the piano snuggles up to a sleeping girl.

After a long year of famine, the vicissitudes of life.

I don't know how many days and nights later, this scene has become a beautiful scene in his mind struggling in the dark.

In life, the dawn that will never be forgotten.

Throughout the night, the piano never stopped.

When dawn fell, the first rays of winter morning light were projected through the green leaves of the snow maple tree onto Ling Luo's fair and elegant face, her long eyelashes moved slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The sound continues.

The scrawny young man, dressed in a wide garment that did not match his body, wiped and twisted slowly.

Ling Luo's gaze fell on the red, swollen and bleeding ten fingers, and he was shocked. She lunged forward and grabbed his hand in disbelief.

"Are you stupid? Why are you still playing! ”

The sound of the piano came to an abrupt end.

The thin, ugly boy would turn his head, his face a little pale, and the corners of his chapped lips would hook up a satisfied smile.

"Sister, are you awake, did you sleep well?"

Sleep well.

It's just wonderful!