Chapter 82

Mingming heart full of curiosity, Murong Yifei or hard to stop the pace. Isn't it just a piece of music? If you want to listen, you can find someone to play for him every minute. This western Chu has never lacked a master in this field.

A woman's steps follow her heart. Where her heart is, her steps will cross thousands of mountains and rivers to follow her; but a man's heart wanders along with her steps. Where her steps stop, her soul stops. Unfortunately, Murong Yifei successfully controlled his own pace, this turn, and lengthened the original long distance.

Wen Ruo ruo's unhappiness has disappeared. Two people who are too proud are not suitable to walk together. She knows that an Wang is indifferent, but she doesn't think that Liu Xinmei is also proud and unyielding.

Onlookers see clearly, she saw that Liu Xinmei has never looked at Murong Yifei from the beginning to the end, and those who can't see into their eyes must not enter the heart. Liu Xinmei is not trying to make a mystery. It is women who know women best. The most hopeless feeling in this world is not hatred or forgetting, but her indifference and calm indifference.

The only way for two people to resolve their conflicts is to have one person willing to let go of their disagreements. But they are not people who can give in first. Murong Yifei can bow his head, but he will never bend down. Liu Xinmei's refusal time and again will only deepen the estrangement between them. He is not born to make women happy, but if she is different, she is willing to give up the so-called dignity for the sake of this man.

Once again, with a smile on his knees, Wen Ruo turned his back and walked forward. A deep eye followed her. On the road of bluestone, she grew lotus step by step. She is willing to show all the good things in front of this man, even if he can only remember a little.

Women who go in two directions also have different temperament. Murong Yifei took back his sight and recovered his chaotic mood.

However, it is separated by a screen wall and a gate. The world inside and outside the wall is a double sky of ice and fire.

Liu Xinmei in the suspicious eyes, gently lift the delicate hand, a string of coherent notes in her hand poured out. From the initial agitation to the later sword and gun, as well as the final solemn and sorrowful, it seems that a volume of picture unfolds in front of the public, allowing them to enjoy it. The sound of the piano stopped for a long time, but they were still in a state of infatuation. The music not only echoed in the ears, but also stirred in everyone's heart.

"Mother, that's very nice!" Extraordinary claps the small hand son to shout, this praise is simple but direct.

"That sounds good." Several little girls also nodded frequently.

Liu ye'er looks at Liu Xinmei again and again. Is this really her family miss? Isn't it fox fairy? She has been following Liu Xinmei since childhood, but now she dare not say that she is the person who knows her best.

In her memory, miss is beautiful and gentle. Her tenderness was almost cowardly, and her eyes were always so erratic. The young lady's upbringing is very good. The mother invited by the lady was once a poor worker in the palace. She repeated those words and actions mechanically day after day, and had no time to dabble in the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting that the golden lady used to show off. Although she has a rich collection of books at home, she really can't remember what she has read.

Liu Xinmei did not intend to explain her doubts. Who would believe such a bloody thing?

"If you like, I'll play it to you in the future. I can do a lot of it." Liu Xinmei is not modest at all.

"What's this called?" Extraordinary points to ask.

Er, is it Zheng? There is no need to mention the word "ancient".

"My mother will teach you a poem." Oh, no way. I'm so versatile.

"There are fifty strings in the Jinse, and one string and one column are missing Chinese years. Chuang Sheng is fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and the emperor's heart in spring entrusts azaleas. The moon pearl in the sea has tears, and the blue field is warm with smoke. It can be recalled, but it was lost at that time. " Since ancient times, the word "love" hurts people most! Fortunately, she hasn't fallen.

Small hands keep sliding, ruddy little mouth on the doodle up: "mother cheat, where there are 50 strings?"

Er! That's not the point, OK? In this way, all the sad beauty was defeated in front of the innocence.

"When you get older or read more books, you may understand." Such a young child would not understand the pain. However, she did not know whether the child had a chance to read the poem. Whether Li Shangyin was born in the former dynasty or later generations of Western Chu, she has no way to understand.

"What tune did your mother play just now?" His little hands couldn't help playing with the strings, but only made a few strange sounds, like playing cotton like "bang" and "bang".

"That's terrible." "Extraordinary disgust says:" why does mother's hand put up, be different? "

"Ha ha..." one sentence made everyone laugh.

"The words in the book are not all the same, but the people who read them have different understandings." It's troublesome to reason with children. It's obvious that it's very profound, but it should be explained clearly in easy to understand words.

"Can I learn that, too?" The child is curious about everything, always eager to try."Of course, but my mother still wants you to learn how to play the flute." Liu Xinmei's favorite is under a peach blossom tree. A man in white wins the snow. His hair is 3000, and the jade flute is in his hand.

"What is a flute?" Extraordinary start the curious baby mode, no way, the world has too many people and things he does not understand.

"It's also a kind of musical instrument, just like the zither, it can play a wonderful sound. Besides, in the eyes of my mother, the man who can play flute is the most handsome Liu Xinmei said without hesitation.

"Will father be able to?" He asked with his head askew.

Liu Xinmei shook her head awkwardly. Where would she know? However, such a cold person is not worthy of jade flute company. That guy should hold an iron flute in his hand.

"Is there a general association of the four emperors?" His persistent questioning.

"My mother doesn't know. You can ask him yourself next time." Liu Xinmei has some pity on the child. He knows these two men in his life, right?

"He hasn't come to see me for a long time." The little man sighed heavily.

The light blue clothes seem to appear in front of you again, with gentle eyebrows and clear smile. If you match the picture just now, I'm afraid it will be no violation.

The smile on the lips of Liu Xinmei suddenly became gentle.

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