Chapter 784

In the room, there are a lot of dust, covering the original gorgeous carpet, so that all the colors are covered with a layer of gray.

On the wall, the beautiful European oil paintings are still vivid.

Song Yi Ren still remembers that when her mother bought the painting at a high price at the auction, she originally wanted to hang it in the study. However, both she and song Ziheng felt that it matched the decoration style of the living room, so they insisted on hanging it in the living room.

At the moment, the oil painting is also stained with a thick layer of gray, just because the original color is too bright, now it seems to have become the brightest color in the room.

Song Yi Ren and song Ziheng walked forward cautiously, and their eyes swept over everything in the room.

And behind him, Gong Ling night followed them silently and looked at the layout around him.

He remembered that he had loved her in the previous life.

He met her many years ago, even when she was a little girl.

This is the place where she lived since childhood. So, what was she like here?

In the living room, there is a photo frame with a group photo inside.

Song Yi Ren and song Ziheng walked over and their eyes fell on the photos inside.

They wiped the dust off it and the faces of the five people in the picture became clear.

That should be a group photo ten years ago, right? At that time, song Ziheng was only six years old and was held on his knee by song Yuncheng, while song Yiren and Chu Mingyao were standing in front of him.

In the back row, song Yuncheng and Xu Qing are smiling and happy.

At that time, how could they know that one day in a few years' time, the warm looking Chu Mingyao would show his ugly and vicious face?

Song Ziheng was afraid that the mood of Song Yi people was too excited, so he took the photo frame from Song Yi People's hand, and then he took her to the study on the first floor.

In fact, it should be called a piano room.

In the room, there is a piano, on the other side, there is an easel.

At the beginning, Song Yi people practiced the piano, but song Ziheng liked to sit in front of the easel and draw cartoons.

At this moment, the winter sun shines in from the landing window. During the light and shadow circulation, Song Yi people seem to see themselves many years ago, sitting in front of the piano playing.

At that time, her mother was still there. Although Haisheng was very busy with her work, she would stop and listen to Song Yi people playing piano quietly.

Song Yuncheng will also sit aside and say that Yi Yi plays well.

After that, song Ziheng will also lie down beside the piano stand, with his small head, and order music for Song Yi people.

It seems that thinking of the past, Song Yi's lips opened a smile, and then she went to the piano, naturally opened the chair, dusted it off and opened the piano cover.

The dust choked her and coughed a few times. When the dust dispersed, Song Yi tried a sound in front of the piano.

Maybe because no one has played it in years, the piano timbre seems to need to be tuned.

But Song Yi people did not care, but began to play.

On one side, song Ziheng stood quietly in front of the easel to listen. At the door of the room, Gong Lingye's eyes fell quietly on Song Yi people.

He had heard her play the piano more than once, and they had played together.

But at the moment, he knew that she was playing what he had never been involved in, her past life.

At the end of the Song Dynasty, Song Yi people played two more songs. Only then did they come back from the memories of the past.

She turned her eyes, then on the palace Ling night's eyes.

His body is straight, his eyes are focused on her, the bottom of his eyes is unabashed tenderness.

She had a sour nose and was moved. She felt a sense of loss as time went by and things were different. But there was also a sense of happiness when dust settled down and someone could join hands for the rest of her life.

She stands up and smiles at him.

He came over and held her in his arms.

On one side, song Ziheng did not speak, but opened the violin box hanging on the wall and took out a delicate violin from it.

When Song Yi came out of Gong Lingye's arms, her eyes fell on the violin. Suddenly, she remembered that she and song Yuncheng had gone to buy a violin. Obviously, another violin was better, but she insisted on buying it because of its beauty.

Finally, song Yuncheng couldn't resist her and bought her this one.

She took the violin from Song Ziheng's hand and said to the palace Lingye, "Lingye, haven't you heard me play the violin? Do you want to listen? "

The palace Ling night obviously wants to listen, the eyeground expectation is obvious: "well, must listen."

Song Yi people raised a smile on their lips and began to audition.

A little tune, she quickly started, suddenly, melodious music rose from the violin string, as if the water flowing through the mountain path, making people feel inexplicably relaxed.

Gong Lingye went to the piano and began to play the piano according to the rhythm played by Song Yi people.

Her music is melodious, his Ding Dong, different tone quality and together, tactfully low back, intertwined with each other.

Song Ziheng picked up his mobile phone and took a small video for them.His eyes were moved. At this moment, he only felt that although their brothers and sisters had gone through too much wind and rain, they were lucky to be able to get the present satisfaction and happiness.

Time slowed down in the sound of music, until the end of the duet, the whole room from just empty valley Qingquan feeling back to reality.

Palace Ling night stood up, lips with a smile: "wife, you have too much talent, I feel very pressure."

Song Yi people smile: "don't you also know how to play the piano?"

"The only instrument I can play is the piano." Gong Lingye smiles: "when I was a child, physical training tasks were too heavy, so playing the piano is the only leisure."

The second floor of the villa is a more private place. Song Yi people frowned when they passed Chu Mingyao's room.

On the other side, song Ziheng has directly passed over the Song Yi people and closed the door: "elder sister, I'll ask people to sort out the things in this room, we will deal with them directly."

Song Yi people nodded and went straight ahead.

Palace Ling night in her side asked: "wife, which is your room?"

Song Yi people rarely have a mind, she raised her eyes: "you guess?"

Palace Ling night vision one by one, finally standing in front of a room: "this."

Song Yi people couldn't help laughing: "how do you know?"

Gong Lingye picked up the robot model inside: "this is not simple?"

Because there are not only complete models in the room, but also half of them. He can even imagine that Song Yi people are still studying robots in their own bedrooms.

He couldn't help but look up. He rubbed her hair, but in his heart, he thought that it was an old saying to go back in time, but at this moment, he really wanted to go back and see her who had never experienced trauma.

At that time, she should be pure to her eyes, only her AI?

If at that time, he took the initiative to pursue her, would she agree?

Gong Ling yeyi thought so, turned to ask Song Yi Ren: "Yi Ren, if I chase you when you are in University, will you agree?"

What he thought of was his encounter under the eaves to hide from the rain. She took him as transparent completely.

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