Chapter 1927

In the dark, there is a spotlight on the stage, a man sitting in front of the piano, smooth and with a bit sad piano sound on the stage.

Petals made of various light effects fall from the ceiling.

It seems that it's just a routine performance tonight. People don't take it seriously and continue to talk business with people around them.

Mu 17 looked at the stage, but recognized the man at a glance.

Under the light, his face was hard and delicate.

In Mu Shiqi's impression, he is a rough old man, even can play the piano?

Jiang Hangzhi stood beside ye Fanxing and said, "wocao, what's Dongzi doing? I haven't seen him play the piano except when he was at school, OK? "

Ye Fanxing looks at the man on the stage. His face is magnified on the screen. He plays the piano seriously, only in his eyes, with a touch of sadness.

The sound of the piano seems to represent his mood, which makes people's heart calm down.

Of course, mu17 also saw all this.

She played this song for him before, but she didn't expect that he would play it here.

……

"Huo Zhendong, this song is my favorite. Do you know why? "

"Why?"

"Because the composer likes a person, but he doesn't dare to tell him. Every time I play this song, I think, what kind of beautiful love can be worthy of this song! But... I probably won't meet this kind of love

Huo Zhendong and she were not married at that time!

Sometimes I would go out to play with her. Mu17 would like to accompany him and coax him.

With her, his mood will become very relaxed.

She would also tell him a lot of things.

But she didn't expect that he would play this song now.

……

Every syllable is like a pat on her heart.

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It's a little cold in the garden. Huo Zhendong wears a black coat and stands beside the flowers. Because of the cold, the flowers have long been covered with deep snow.

It was snowing at night, and he stood there, with white flakes falling on his shoulders and head.

There was a lot of noise around. There was a party in the house.

However, he felt that everything seemed very quiet, because at this moment, it seemed that he was the only one in the world.

Mu17 put his hand in his pocket, stood on the side of the steps and looked at him. Remembering the way he had just played the piano, he turned on his mobile phone, which had the message he sent her: "come outside."

She turned off the light, bit her lip and said, "what's up?"

When she spoke, her mouth was white. It was really cold outside.

Huo Zhendong looked back and saw seventeen standing there, with a touch of light in his black eyes. "I thought you wouldn't come."

"I want to see if your brain is broken." Mu Shiqi stepped down the steps, followed his footprints, like he came over, "do you know how much it is outside now? Here, do you want to get sick? "

"Would you be sad if I was ill?" Huo Zhendong looked at her, with a trace of hope.

Mu17 said, "no way."

Huo Zhendong raised his eyebrows and looked disappointed. Then he laughed again.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I will try my best to make you sad for me one day." He said something that mu17 didn't understand.

Mu17 looked at him, "you are really sick."

In the face of her personal attack, Huo Zhendong does not care, he looked at seventeen, "that song, do you like it? It's for you. "