Chapter 4287

Qin Xiaobao opened the wooden box with big eyes. He saw an ancient Qin lying quietly inside. In the dark, the strings even shone cold. He didn't know that he thought it was a killing weapon.

But Qin Xiaobao was not afraid of the piano. He stretched out his little hand and touched it again and again. There was confusion and indifference in his little face.

In his mind, he remembered that one day before, it was such a dark night. He was sleeping soundly, but he suddenly heard someone calling him in his ear. In a daze, Qin Xiaobao seemed to be guided. He got up and walked all the way to the balcony along the sound, and then he saw a wooden box.

Qin Xiaobao didn't know that the thing in front of him was called the piano box, but subconsciously opened the box in front of him, like a voice shouting at him again and again: "open it, open it quickly..."

Qin Xiaobao's eyes were confused. He opened the box uncontrollably and looked at a long ancient Qin. The body of the Qin was white, like white jade. Qin Xiaobao raised his hand and randomly fluctuated a string. He saw a gentle white light pop up in the air. Although it was still dark around, it was invisible to Qin Xiaobao, The snakes, insects, rats and ants are all dull for a short time, but the expression is that kind of enjoyment, but no one can understand the expression of snakes, insects, rats and ants

After the gentle white light appeared, Qin Xiaobao also changed. The most obvious thing was that his eyebrows and eyes became softer, and the whole portrait was integrated with everything around him.

This feeling confused Qin Xiaobao. He didn't know whether he didn't wake up or whether everything in front of him was a dream? Soon, when the soft feeling disappeared with the sound of the piano, Qin Xiaobao woke up like a dream.

Not only because the piano body dissipates, but also because the finger that just touched the string is bleeding! The bright red blood fell on the body of the white jade piano, which was dazzling and painful, reminding Qin Xiaobao that all this was not a dream!

But Qin Xiaobao doesn't understand who put this thing on his balcony, and why only he can hear the voice next to his ear. He wants to ask what's going on, but he can't say it.

The lonely man opened his mouth and couldn't send out any scale. Qin Xiaobao was a little sad. In fact, he was used to being unable to speak, but when he was with his parents, he wouldn't be in a hurry to explain anything. Now no one can help him. He was full of doubts, and his heart was inevitably lonely.

Looking at the Guqin with soft white light in front of him, and then looking at the subtle wound on his hand, he was actually healing slowly. For this series of changes, if he were a normal child, he might have cried long ago, but in Qin Xiaobao's eyes, he was very surprised and full of questions.

When did he have the ability to heal himself?

"Zheng!"

The sound of the piano sounded again, and the soft white light appeared again. With the air floating in the distance, Qin Xiaobao looked at his little hand. This time it was even more strange. Was he not hurt?

And Qin Xiaobao keenly felt that the sound of the piano this time was clearer and more thorough than the last time, and his heart was softer. It seemed that his soul was being sublimated.

Although Qin Xiaobao was young, he also realized that this thing was not ordinary, let alone something he could own. He stood on the balcony and looked around. There was no one. For a time, Qin Xiaobao didn't know what to do. He was thinking of finding his father, but there was a childish baby voice in his ear, "don't go..."