I love you for a long time

Cong Huan's complexion finally changed, but he still didn't speak.

Standing in front of Cong Huan, Han Zhan tried to persuade him expressionlessly, "Ah Huan, please speak out on your own initiative so as not to make your mother angry."

Cong Huan shook his head: "I told the truth!"

Dean Ni: "It seems that I still need to let you think about it calmly."

He said and looked at Han Zhan: "Don't take her there. If you don't obey orders, I won't need a security captain like you."

Still unable to see the expression on Han Zhan's face, he looked at Cong Huan: "Let's go!"

Cong Huan stood up, followed the chill to the first floor, and then to the basement on the first floor.

The entrance to the basement on the first floor is very secret, except for a few people, no one knows that this is a large ice cellar.

The large ice cellar is divided into two entrances, the outside one is cold, but it is not frozen, and contains all kinds of wine, and the inside is covered with frost on the walls, empty and nothing but ice.

Cong Huan seemed to have been here countless times, and went straight into the ice cellar inside.

Han Zhan sighed: "Don't be stubborn with your mother Ni, figure it out as soon as possible and press the red button on the wall to notify, I will let you go back!"

Cong Huan rubbed his arms to let himself adapt to the coldness of the ice cellar as soon as possible: "I have said everything I need to say, I don't know what Mama Ni is referring to? Anyway, every time I come back, Mama Ni always rubs me into the ice cellar for various reasons. Come on, let me carry it."

Cong Huan had thought about it a long time ago. It was impossible for her to say that she had taken the initiative to pursue Lu Yi two years ago and had been Lu Yi's underground lover for two years so far, otherwise she would only be punished more severely.

There is no Cong Kuan in Dean Ni's dictionary of confession, but anyone who does not follow her heart will be dealt with strictly regardless of whether she confesses or not. The more you confess, the more severely you will be punished.

Han Zhan glanced at Cong Huan: "This time is different from any other time in the past. I can only remind you to come here and think about it yourself."

"Thank you, Uncle Han." Cong Huan smiled, rubbed his arms and began to trot on the spot.

……

after an hour.

Standing beside Dean Ni who was watching the monitoring of the ice cellar, Han Zhan said, "It's been an hour, it's time to release it!"

Dean Ni glanced at the cold war lightly: "You seem to be getting softer and softer. She is now an adult, and her cold resistance will be better than when she was a child."

Chi Zhan was silent for a while: "But she is just an older child! She has listened to you very much these years, and now she has some thoughts of her own when she grows up."

Dean Ni picked up the crystal glass and took another sip of the bright red wine: "The children I teach, naturally I want to teach her the best! ——Why, now you actually want to teach me how to teach children?"

"Don't dare." Han Zhan said expressionlessly, stood aside and said nothing more.

two hours later.

During the monitoring, Cong Huan's speed of running around the ice cubes in the ice cellar was obviously weakened, and his already pale face appeared paler and weaker under the reflection of the translucent ice cubes.

Shivering said: "I'll bring her a cup of hot water!"

Dean Ni cast a cold glance, his eyes were colder than those ice cubes.

The cold war instantly stood upright, just like when he was standing guard, but ruthless.

Three hours later, during the monitoring, Cong Huan gradually lost strength because he ran for three hours to keep out the cold without drinking any water. He broke off a piece of ice from the ice cube and put it in his mouth. He slowly sucked it into water and swallowed it. But it seems to be shrouded deeper.

After another half an hour, Cong Huan finally couldn't move anymore. He hugged his knees and curled up in a corner of the wall, curling himself up in a ball, trying to keep warm from himself, trying to prevent the cold from invading his body.

The shiver finally moved: "It's time for dinner, I'll go get you some food."

Dean Ni said lightly: "I'm not hungry, you go and eat!"

Shihan's lips moved: "If you don't give Ah Huan something to eat, she won't be able to resist the cold."

"It's her who wanted to be stubborn and never pressed the red button. I still don't know what she did wrong, let alone change it."

"Maybe it's different from what we think. Shall I remind her?"

Dean Ni glanced at the chill, and said lightly: "Did you tell her something?"

Shivering instinctively said: "Never. You know that I have never violated your wishes."

Dean Ni nodded: "You don't even know how to measure."

Another hour passed.

Dean Ni watched the head pecking and pecking in the surveillance, as if he was about to fall asleep in the next second. Cong Huan finally said: "Bring her up."

……

After four and a half hours, Cong Huan appeared again in the piano room on the second floor.

You Zi still had a touch of light frost on his body. As soon as he arrived in the room at room temperature on the second floor, his clothes instantly became damp. It didn't look like his whole body was drenched when he was fished out of the water, but it was wrapped in wet and greasy. Visible makes people uncomfortable.

Cong Huan didn't seem to feel it, and greeted Dean Ni obediently: "Mother Ni, I'm back!"

Dean Ni's expression was calm, as if she was not the one who locked Cong Huan in the ice cellar for four and a half hours just now, pointing to the guzheng on the red sandalwood platform: "Play "High Mountain and Flowing Water"."

"Yes."

Cong Huan obediently sat down beside the red sandalwood table, and when he wrapped the armor around his fingers, his fingers were still a little stiff because he had just been in the ice cellar for a long time, so the speed of binding was obviously slower than normal people.

With a "snap", a ruler was slammed on the back of her hand, accompanied by Dean Ni's faint voice: "It's so slow to wrap a armor, have you gone back after practicing all these years?"

Cong Huan didn't say a word, ignoring the red and swollen ring marks on the back of his hand, he quickly picked up the dropped armor, endured the stiffness and cold of his fingers, quickly wrapped it around, and plucked the zither string.

When the sound of the zither sounded, Cong Huan's temperament changed greatly, as if he had been immersed in the performance of the zither for many years, plucking the zither casually, with a detached temperament like a fairy, classical and elegant.

It's as towering as a mountain, as vast as a river..."

"High Mountain and Flowing Water" is a famous guzheng song with freehand painting. It is based on the famous story of "Bo Ya throwing the piano and thanking his bosom friend" in history. It is extremely difficult to play its true meaning, not to mention Cong Huan, who was cold and hungry in the ice cellar for four and a half hours.

It's just that even though Cong Huan's fingers were hurting from every pluck, she didn't frown. The zither sound sometimes monologues, sometimes tells each other, and sometimes blends between her stiff and cold fingers. Full, or lingering and sad, or spring water ding dong, or ringing bells like a galloping horse...

Suddenly another sound of "pa" broke the rhythm of the famous guzheng song like a breeze. Cong Huan looked at another red mark on the back of his hand indifferently, and did not make a sound.

Dean Ni's faint voice sounded: "The shape of the zither is simple and elegant, noble and beautiful. How many times have I taught you that playing the zither is not only about moving people with sound, but also that the person playing the zither should be in harmony with the shape of the zither and keep it high and clean. The image of beauty, you have a serious face now, without a smile on your face, how can you achieve the unity of form and spirit in playing the zither?"