Chapter 715

Yin Yijie was teased by everyone. It's not like kissing a dog or not.

Ran Hua tried to call Jie Jie. If the dog doesn't go, he won't go. He won't play with everyone.

When I have a headache. The dog also keeps watch on me; Now I'm more and more reluctant to leave. It seems that I can understand other people's kindness. Ready to bully them.

I can't cry for a long time. Everyone coaxed. As soon as they looked back, Yin Yijie disappeared. It's a waste of time.

Some of the guests on the stage did not move, but each table was probably changed.

The hostess and ran Hua continue to draw. Tan Baoming is playing allegro. The third elder brother called the twelfth elder brother and asked him to play the violin.

Twelve elder brothers are standing beside us, playing low music. Elegant and slightly melancholy. Adjust the atmosphere again very lyrical.

Not for a while. The central pillar rises again, behind us. The sound of the piano.

I'll look back and talk about Rakuten. After changing into a dress, the handsome and elegant Prince immediately compared the twelve brothers.

But talk about Rakuten prince. He will never get rid of the noble spirit of the crown prince of ShangBang; But twelve elder brothers, can only be small handle princes son of the world, partial to settle in own corner.

Actually, I don't know piano. It's too elegant.

Although brother 12 occasionally plays me all kinds of elegant things, from piano, concerts to all kinds of classical music; But I still don't understand. I can only hear it. It's more comfortable.

But, my head, it's a little uncomfortable.

Lowering my head, I heard the sound of water rippling in my mind.

There, there are naughty princess, and the prince, incomparable momentum.

Where they go, they dominate.

However, there is a person who has been careful to accompany me and not let me be hurt.

I'm not sure if his protection is effective, but he has been working hard, even if it's just holding my hand, let me not be afraid.

I know whose hand it is, and I also know that he has done a lot of things; I also know that my life today is closely related to him.

I also know that the past storm has passed, and we can look forward to the future.

Suddenly, the nose is a little sour, I want to cry... I think I should cry, although I won't.

"Baoming, don't be naughty, come on..." the voice of talk about Rakuten sounded faintly behind me, gentle and elegant, making people feel humble.

"Well. A song "love is blue" for make-up Keren's little sister. But, is melancholy, is the pure sky, and all embracing sea. Love the sky, love her sunny rain and snow; Love the sea, to accept her calm and evil waves. Love, very simple, simple notes, put together his heartbeat, beating in your ears, never false in front of you. Love is a hand, holding you, going to the place you never worry about, where is happiness. "

Tan Baoming's voice is very clean and bright. It's like washing out of an ancient well in the afternoon sunlight. It's shining and mysterious. It makes people feel happy.

She plays the piano very well. She feels that every time she hits the heart.

I lowered my head and the jade pot ice patted me on the shoulder.

I'm ok. I just feel that something familiar is creeping up in my heart. I'm afraid I'll be shocked. I'll have a headache when I look back and disturb other people's interest.

I like to be quiet in my own world and feel it slowly, from blank to dynamic.

Sea breeze gently blowing, waves gently shaking, salty taste of sea water.

I seem to be floating in the sea, bitten by fish toes; Someone touched my feet and comforted me.

It seems that the sound of Shua is the quiet breath of the sea after sleeping at night, just like his heartbeat.

His heart rate... I'm familiar with it. Close my eyes and I feel like I'm back in his arms.

His hand, very powerful, threw me into the ferocious sea and picked me up again. It seemed that it was just a game.

I think of the sea more than once, I must have been with him, or he is my sea, he is my blue.

Blue, very quiet, repeated over and over again, simple melody, with the wave of memories, beating, he gave me the sea, Shua... Shua... I no longer hear other people's voices, and the noise of the world.

I seem to be holding his hand - he is holding my hand, walking slowly on the silver beach, he walks in front, I walk behind... That's not holding hands, holding hands can't go before and after, that's, before he goes, after I go.

He left footprints, deep or shallow; Every step I take, I step on his footprints.

Looking back, there are no footprints of mine, not all of his, but the overlapping of our footprints

"If the waves overturn our ship, do you like the sea?"

"The sea is so big, I'm so small, she doesn't know how to avoid me, overturn me, hate it."

"But... It's going to be windy and high tide..."

"No wind, no tide."

"Ke'er..." he seemed to be asleep and told me to be sleepy.

"Ke'er..." he whispered, his big hand through my long hair“ Ke'er, my Ke'er... "He murmured, and between his lips and teeth, he was full of somniloquy“ Do you like dry seas and rotten rocks? "“ The sea is exhausted, so we don't have to come all the way by plane. " He loves me, and he knows all the storms; Our boat finally capsized... Probably, the sea also dried up, so our boat also ran aground. We survived by a fluke, so that we have what we are today. That beautiful girl, always affectionately called me "little sister", always full of smile on her face. However, she once said, "young people don't know what it's like to be sad. They fall in love with the story and the story. They express their sorrow for the new words." She also said: "I am also entrusted by others, and come to play by the way..." she must be a person with a richer story than me. It must not be accidental that she is here today. She is "entrusted by others"... She always understates things and does things lightly; But behind it... I seem to think that the events of that day are not worth worrying about; Because of my current situation, so many people are worried. However, I don't think it's necessary to worry about it. There must be a way for the car to get to the front of the mountain, and the boat will go straight to the bridge. Moreover, with him, I don't think I need to... I believe him, I know, "he" - that is, Yin Yijie, will always be! Between us, just like the sea, we can't simply judge by a little preference; Perhaps, no language can explain clearly. Even so, I can clearly feel that I like him and I like being with him. That's... Attachment from the soul“ Kor, is it hard? " His anxious greeting came from his ear. I looked up, leaned on his shoulder, turned off the wheat, and asked him, "I'm ok... Why are you here?" Yin Yijie shook my hand and touched my forehead. He didn't know why he could feel my headache, but he touched it seriously and felt it was OK. Then he said, "corundum, don't say you've been lowering your head, there's nothing moving. I'll come and have a look." I said, "does sister Yan accompany her brother to greet the guests? It's four o'clock. What time does it end here? When does it start over there? " Ah long just told me about his appearance and the situation here. Everything else is general. I don't know if there is any change. There are often temporary adjustments in large-scale activities. In my opinion, Yin Yijie knows best. Yin Yijie looked at me and said in a soft voice, "all the distinguished guests have gone to have a rest. Let's have a rest. It's ten o'clock in the evening here, the light is on at seven o'clock, the whole canopy is on, and it starts at seven thirty over there. We'll have a rest here at half past four, shall we? " I thought about it and nodded. He was busy every day and didn't know when to get up in the morning. He needed more rest than me. I said, "I think of the sea. Like, you walk in front, I follow you. I'll do whatever you say. " Yin Yijie's eyes brightened a lot. He looked at me and said, "I'll do what you want to do in the future, OK? As long as I like it, I will not restrain you or bully you in the future. " I said: "the sea dried up, our boat capsized, people did not drown, fell a somersault and got up again." Yuhubing came and murmured: "little Keren, your memory has not been restored, but the poetic flavor has been restored first. Is it a mistake to mix up with twelve? " I looked, and he put up a small stool next to us.