Chapter 13

Chen Rong did not answer. She knew that she was born too low.

But what does it matter? I've come back! Chen Rong clenched his fist and said to Shang: "old man, come forward again."

Again, it is crowded into these young girls.

When Chen Rong's carriage came, several teenagers looked back at her. Just a glance, their eyes are a daze, infatuated there.

Chen Rong was originally delicate and bright. After she was reborn as a human being, she added maturity to her green and astringent beauty, which is not only the mature and gorgeous of a young woman, but also the green and astringent and tender style of a young girl, making her particularly prominent among the girls.

A young man with a surname of Luo stared at her cautiously and asked, "whose aunt is this?"

Without waiting for Chen Rong to open his mouth, Wang Wulang said with a smile, "she is the daughter of Chen family in Pingcheng, named Rong."

Chen family in Pingcheng? As soon as the name was published, the eyes of all the children of the Luo family were bright. Chen's family in Pingcheng is just a small branch of Chen's family. His daughter is not noble. Since their status is not high, it is not difficult for the beautiful girl in front of them, whether they marry her or ask her to be a concubine.

Chen Rong's face was always as calm as water when his children looked at him cautiously.

She stepped out of the carriage and stepped forward two steps. She looked up, her eyes as dark as midnight, and looked at Wang Hong, who was surrounded by girls.

Wang Hong is also looking at her.

Four eyes are opposite, this rare beautiful man suddenly smiles, this smile, his white teeth in the sun, shining with dazzling light. Unconsciously, Chen Rong, like the first meeting, turned his head to the side and looked away.

All the girls around Wang Hong suddenly saw this kind of beauty with a smile. First, they stayed for a while, and then, in a twinkling of an eye, there were four cheers.

He was a 20-year-old man with a long face, xuanmei like a sword, and a handsome face. When he heard the scream, he turned his head and looked at Wang Hong.

To the beautiful Chen Rong, the famous man of the Luo family giggled and said to Wang Hong, "it turns out that Qilang likes this kind of beauty."

Wang hongyisun, said: "she is I told you that Chen's a Rong."

As soon as his eyes brightened, he looked at Chen Rong again, and then took back his eyes.

As soon as Chen Rong appeared, he aroused the interest of the two beautiful men, which made the girls dissatisfied. They crowded in the direction of Chen Rong. In a short time, black heads, flying gauze shirts, and even several carriages crossed her. They occupied the view of Chen Rong, so that she could not see Wang Hong and his two.

Chen Rong takes back his eyes and goes back to the carriage.

As soon as she got into the carriage, she took out a lyre from the wall.

The appearance of the past life, at her age, is really a ignorant.

But since she met that person, in order to take off her "vulgar" hat, the seven string instrument has been practiced for several years. She is also very talented. After two years of practice, she has understood the Samadhi. Before her death, she had gained a reputation for being both talented and good-looking by virtue of this musical instrument.

Chen Rong lowered his head, put the piano on the table, and then gently plucked the strings with his right hand!

With the sound of a series of light and drifting music, the crowd's noise suddenly receded.

Chen Rong did not look up.

Her right hand is light, just like the sound of spring and breeze, like the bright moon in the sky, quietly coming, silent and overflowing, to the end of Qinghua.

The noise disappeared.

Fifty or sixty young girls turned to Chen Rong at the same time.

At this time, Chen Rong just looked at the collapsed piano, her bright features, like the quiet spring water at this moment, in the shade of the tree, rippling with the gorgeous light. This is a kind of beautiful scenery woven together with clear and quiet and gorgeous publicity.

Unconsciously, all the young people went to see and listen to the madness.

These Chinese costumed children, their origins, are doomed to their accomplishment. In normal times, even if you are not proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, you must have a chance to dabble.

At this moment, as soon as Chen Rong's piano sound came, they immediately felt that the music was extraordinary.

Qin has been popular in the world since Yao and shun. Its sound is pure and elegant. In this era, it is the most respected musical instrument by scholars. It can be said that at this time, few taxi officials can't play the piano. Not to mention others, Wang Hong, the Qilang of the Wang family, is an outstanding pianist.

As early as when we first met, Wang Hong knew that she also knew piano skills from Chen Rong's footsteps.

But he never thought that Chen Rong could play the piano so well! A 15-year-old sister-in-law, playing this piano music, played bright, smooth, magnificent, as if in his ear after another love talk, meet again happy. In addition, this kind of Acacia and joy, like the spring breeze, like the spring rolling around, in the intentional and unintentional, to the utmost.

Generally speaking, the piano sounds of scholars and celebrities are pure, elegant and ethereal. But in the sound of this little aunt's piano, there is another kind of magnificence different from that of all people.This kind of zither skill is not inferior to him.

Unconsciously, all the people raised their heads, Wang Hong and others closed their eyes and listened quietly.

I don't know for a long time, the sound of the water like piano gradually drifted away, and gradually turned to nothingness.

Chen Rong looks up slowly.

As she looked up, a wisp of mischievous fragments spread on her jade white cheek. Her eyes turned, midnight like eyes, very deep very quiet to see Wang Hong.

Four eyes are opposite.

Chen Rong, a little shy and a little joyful, smiled at him. Then, with her eyes down, she said slowly, "it's great to see a gentleman again."

After saying these eight words, she pulled down the curtain. With a low, sweet order from the carriage, Shang old drove the carriage back.

In whispers, Chen Rong's carriage drove back to the queue.

At this time, no matter Wang's children or all the people of Luo's family are looking to Chen Rong. But no matter how they looked, the curtain of the carriage had not been opened.

I don't know for a long time, a young girl of Wang's exclaimed: "this a Rong, but when did you learn these piano skills?"

Everyone was stunned.

Wang Wulang also recovered from dementia. He frowned, shook his head and said, "never heard of it."

Wang's seven daughters snorted coldly and said with a chuckle, "Chen's a Rong's piano is really beautiful. It's a pity that she's just a common daughter of a tribe. "

Her voice is not low.

As soon as the voice fell, several people nodded in agreement. The eyes of the young people with dementia are clear, unconsciously, with a look of disdain in their pride, they come back to their faces again - what about the extraordinary piano skills? What about good looks? The birth of a common daughter of a tribe shows that she will always be inferior to them. This kind of person is not worth falling over.

All the children who had come back to God quickly took back the look at Chen Rong.

At this time, a girl surnamed "Luo" called out urgently: "ah? Where is Honglang? "

Wang Hong?

At the same time, the girls turned their heads and looked for them. They found Wang Hong and Luo Zhi, two famous men, who had already returned to the carriage. All they could see was the rolling curtain.