On the Mortal Path of the Protagonist

The servant behind Qi Ming immediately walked towards Gu Yuesheng, making a gesture of invitation, but his attitude was so strong.

Gu Yuesheng ignored the smiling but contemptuous face in front of her, looked up at Qi Ming expressionlessly, and stood there motionless, she knew that no matter how proud these servants were, they were just servants and could not touch herself.

The silent flames of war are spreading, and occasionally a gust of autumn wind brings the fragrance of flowers and leaves.

"Presumably this is the second lady. I have heard that the second lady is gentle, and she really did not deceive me when I saw it today." The man sitting by the guqin stood up with a smile and said loudly, "I am young."

Just saying whether the word Wen Qing is too mediocre or too rampant, Gu Yuesheng looked over and saw his smiling atmosphere, which made her think of the continuous playing of the piano, Gu Yuesheng smiled at him, a polite person deserves to be respected treat.

Qi Ming stood aside without speaking, but looked at Gu Yuesheng abruptly, making Gu Yuesheng unable to guess what she was thinking.

The small incense burner on the table was still emitting light smoke faintly, spreading around, the faint smoke was ethereal, like a slender woman.

Gu Yuesheng looked at Qi Ming for a while, then walked towards Wen Qing, bowed slightly in salute, pointed to his mouth with a smile and waved his hands, and then pointed to the piano.

Flicking her fingers, she smiled sweetly, Wen Qing was slightly dumbfounded, and then reacted as if, left the seat, and made a gesture of invitation to Gu Yuesheng.

After Gu Yuesheng sat down, he tried the piano sound.Every time I touch the seven strings of the guqin, the words that the teacher said in the first class that the qin is three feet six inches long... and the teacher's distinction between the guqin and the guzheng, every time I think of it, it makes people laugh.

In the past, Gu Yuesheng didn't know how to play the piano, which the Gu family knew, because she learned the bamboo flute like Gu Yueming, but now Gu Yuesheng has no tongue and some skills can't be used.

A lot of contemptuous gazes fell on Gu Yuesheng, as if saying that no matter what, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape.

Seeing Gu Yuesheng's serious expression, Qi Ming waved his hands to let the people around him disperse, walked quietly outside the pavilion, facing the autumn wind, and put the bamboo flute to his mouth.

The water is bright, and occasionally goldfish can be seen shaking their heads and tails in the water, shaking leisurely, and the floating petals also fall on the water surface and do not want to sink.

The sound is ethereal and secluded, and the indescribable friendship in it is understood by those who don't understand it. Wen Qing watched Gu Yuesheng play the piano with great interest.

Hooking and hitting with the right hand... Gu Yuesheng looked at Qi Ming with a sense of feeling when he heard the continuous sound.

She suddenly understood why she was suddenly angry, because she cared.This feeling of not being controlled lingered again, but she didn't seem to be so resistant at this time.

The sound of the piano continued and stretched, and the left hand slid across it, making several plucks.

Gu Yuesheng seemed to be getting better and better, but in the end she was crying inexplicably, sitting on the seat and staring at Qi Ming's back with some absentmindedness.

Suddenly another hand appeared in front of her eyes, gently wiping away the tears from the corner of her eyes, Gu Yuesheng looked over in a daze, saw Wen Qing's gentle smile, and smiled warmly in her heart.

"You play very well." Wen Qing said with a smile.

Qi Ming turned around to see it, pulled Gu Yuesheng up, and said to Wen Qing without looking back, "It's time for sister She to take her medicine, sorry."

The author has something to say:

I am confused when I play games, but the short stories about online dating are settled.

Confessing to the man, I forgot that she couldn't speak, and kept dying.

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