C12

The rain came quickly and with great momentum. The wind was so strong that it was almost impossible to stand on its own. Large drops of rain came flying down like beans.

The dark clouds roiled and rolled. It was a very low pressure. As the sky darkened, thunder rumbled.

Looking from this height, it seemed as if he was standing at the highest point.

However, the three of them did not take the rain seriously. Instead, they treated it as a kind of scenery.

I didn't want to get wet, so I ran into the pavilion.

Lin Luoshui instead raised his chin, one hand blocking the pillar. "You want to go in?"

"Not your home." No matter how good his temper was, he would still be driven mad by him.

I walked over to the side, but he stopped me with his long foot. "How can I let you in a place with an elder?"

I raised my head and tried to breathe. Endure, Mother is still waiting for him to save her? Otherwise, I would have pushed him away, pushing away the arrogance and arrogance in his eyes. The rain got heavier and heavier. It hit his face and flew into his eyes. It was a bit painful.

"So what if I let her in?" The man called Tang turned his face. "It's raining heavily outside. It's bad for the girl's health if she gets wet."

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that Xia Junchang, who was always indifferent and emotionless towards women, would actually care so much about women."

He was like a hedgehog, he would stab anyone who pitied me.

However, Xia Junchang stood up and walked to the fence on the other side, saying, "Miss, come in from here."

"Yes." He was so nice. I turned to the side, grabbed the railing, and jumped in.

"Miss, have a cup of tea." He sat down on the side, washed his tea, and poured me a cup.

Dense air floated before my eyes. I raised my head to look at his gentle and handsome face. He lightly smiled. "Drink."

His features are really good, I thought. This is the warmest man I've ever seen.

The way he made me feel, that was it. His face was getting more and more red.

It was so delicious, I had never tasted such delicious tea before. It was sweet and refreshing, and the fragrance wafted into my nose. Even this cup was made of top-quality white porcelain, and the green bamboo that was drawn on it was very exquisite.

Xia Junchang, his name is very beautiful, just like his gentle and elegant personality. He seems very familiar, as if I've heard of him somewhere before, but I don't recognize him.

"The rain is pouring down, and the sound is very beautiful." The man in blue said, "Bring the piano."

A servant with an umbrella respectfully brought in a zither from an unknown place.

"Jun Tang, play a song." The man in blue smiled. "Look, I'm not happy."

He still had a faint smile on his face, but he didn't refuse. He put down the zither, thought for a moment, and then began to play.

The rain fell, his melody was not like other melodies, elegant and exquisite. Rather, it echoed with the sound of the rain with great vigor, creating endless clanging sounds.

The blue-clothed youth smiled as he listened, while that Lin Luoshui narrowed his eyes in enjoyment as if he was a great lord.

The beautiful sounds, the gentle rain, the lingering rain, even the pain of the rain, the coldness of the rain, and the anger of the rain could all be felt by him.

I am also a student of the zither. Listening to these familiar sounds, the feeling of my heartbeat also lightened by quite a bit.

Usually, when the rain was coming to an end, the rain would fall in intermittent bursts, like a man who was in love with another person. The air would be sent out in a majestic manner and the faint sadness would disappear.

I couldn't help but say, "It's not like that. If you use your pinky finger, it might be picked up, but if you want to leave, you have to make the last sound. That would be beautiful."

"You can understand my zither?" He looked up at me with his dark eyes.

I smiled shyly. "I've learned some things. You used to have a light tone, but that was a kind of excitement. Later on, you would be happy, angry, and the last rain would be filled with feelings of loneliness. That would be nice."

He turned the piano to me. "Girl, I've never been able to play this one."

I smiled and lifted my finger, starting with the sadness and ending with that sigh, and then I stopped and sighed, and the aftertaste was endless, like raindrops falling from the eaves of a house, and it made a slight sound.

However, when he looked outside, the rain still continued to pour down endlessly.

Playing the zither depended on a clear heart. The zither followed the heart, and the person followed the sound.

"Wonderful." He clapped. "I, Xia Junchang, have never heard of such a moving zither in the capital."

He smiled lightly, "Young Master Xia, you're too kind."