Peerless luthier

In autumn, the bamboo forest seems to be still green from a distance, but when you get closer, you will find that the bamboo leaves have turned yellow.Under the shade of the bamboo forest, Ah Li picked off a bamboo leaf and put it on his lips.

Zhong Yi was lying on the recliner lazily enjoying the afternoon sun with the full-fed flower field in her arms. Each person and cat were squinting, very comfortable.

The autumn wind is refreshing, mixed with some bleak music.

Zhong Yi opened her eyes slightly, looking at Ah Li who was sitting by the pool with her eyes closed and playing.

After listening to it for a while, I always feel that the music is a bit bleak, as if the sun and the bamboo shade separate them in two worlds.

So Zhong Yi turned her head and shouted to Ah Li: "A Li, come here."

He ignored Zhong Yi and continued playing.

Zhong Yi pouted.

The trembling sound of the bamboo leaf was caused by the trembling of a whole bamboo leaf. Zhong Yi felt that the bamboo leaf was a bit painful as the object to be played.

Zhong Yi continued to shout: "Brother Ah Li!"

He opened his eyes suddenly, the music stopped, and he looked at Zhong Yi with dark eyes.

Zhong Yi was suddenly stunned.

Perhaps Zhong Yi will never forget the complexity and silence in his eyes.

The young man under the shade of the bamboo has long black hair and a dark long coat, holding a green bamboo leaf in his hand.

At that moment, the desolate music stopped abruptly.

At that moment, Zhong Yi felt that he was preoccupied, and she seemed to see another strange Ali.

Later, Ah Li smiled and walked towards Zhong Yi, his figure gradually became clear from the shade of the bamboo, and the dazzling and warm sunlight unscrupulously splashed on his body, Zhong Yi felt that he seemed to be relieved.

Hanada let out a sweet cat meow comfortably.

Because of that heavy feeling, Zhong Yi sat in a daze in the afternoon.

Master Zhu walked up to Zhong Yi and studied the music notation just taught.

Zhong Yi was a little panicked, but still sang in full.

He allowed Zhong Yi to sit down, and Zhong Yi saw a hint of warning in his always gentle eyes.

Zhong Yi bowed her head in shame.

During the temporary break after class, the person on the left who "smiled but didn't smile" suddenly introduced himself to Zhong Yi with a smile on his face.

Of course, his smile is still a smile on the surface.

He said, "Zhong Yi, do you know who I am?"

Zhong Yi smiled: "I don't know."

He rolled his eyes: "You don't even know me?!" He kept rolling his eyes, but glanced at Zhong Yi's expression again and again.

Zhong Yi's face remained motionless.

He finally showed surprise: "You really don't know?!"

His voice was too loud, and it was still noticeable in a classroom that was still somewhat quiet after class.

Zhong Yi was a little embarrassed.

He coughed twice, and said pretendingly: "I am Liu Fu, Liu beside the sharp knife, Fu of poetry and Fu."

Zhong Yi hurriedly imitated the way the adults greeted each other and said, "It turns out that it is Liu Fu, who has been admiring him for a long time."

Liu Fu enjoyed it.

There was a chuckle from Zhong Yi's right.

Liu Fu raised his neck sensitively, and shouted at the person on the right of Zhong Yi who used to ignore people: "What are you laughing at?!"

Zhong Yi turned around and looked to the right.

The person on Zhong Yi's right didn't even raise his head: "Liu Fu, who hasn't heard of it, the great talent of Wuhe Academy."

Liu Fu's face flushed suddenly, and he stared at him.

After a while, Liu Fu suddenly slapped the table and stood up: "Okay! So it's you, Chen Cheng!"

Chenchen?

Called so kindly?

"Chenchen" closed the pages of the book and looked at him sideways, also with a haughty look.

The weird atmosphere made the other four people silent in a tacit understanding.

At this moment of urgency, Master Zhu entered the door with a smile on his face.

The red faces of the students turned back to normal in an instant, and they opened the books and put them in instantly with their sideways glances.

Students with an onlooker attitude: "..."

There was no fight until we went downstairs after school.

Or go back to one-on-one?

They look like old enemies.

Daddy stood in the hall to pick up Zhong Yi, and Zhong Yi hurried over.

Dad took Zhong Yi by the hand and walked slowly on the way home.

Zhong Yi and her father talked about the "new acquaintance" Liu Fu and "Chen Chen".

Dad smiled: "Could it be a former competitor?"

In Zhong Yi's mind, they had a red face and a white face incompatible and aggressive.

The tense atmosphere is indeed not very good.

Zhong Yi couldn't understand: "The relationship between competitors is so stiff?"

Dad looked sideways at Zhong Yi and stood still.

Zhong Yi also stopped.

Daddy said, "Do you know why?"

Zhong Yi shook her head: "I don't know."

Zhong Han looked at the sunset in the far east that dyed the surroundings red.

Zhong Yi heard her father say: "Xiaoyi, in this world, competition often forces people to have no choice but father wants you to remember that if you really want to get it, no matter how difficult it is, you have to overcome it. There will be a lot of sacrifices, and it’s up to you to measure whether it’s worth it.”

Zhong Yi always felt that what her father said meant a lot, so Zhong Yi looked at her father with a distant gaze and a calm face in a foolish way.

When he reached the door, Zhong Yi saw a black figure with his back to the door, stopping to look up at the sky.

The evening sun cast the last rays of light, and his face was handsome, half in shadow and half in light.His long black hair was tied up meticulously, and his face was serious, showing abstinence and indifference.Just looking at him from the side makes people afraid to approach him easily.

Zhong Yi felt that her father's hand holding Zhong Yi trembled slightly.

Zhong Yi looked up at her father, but didn't see his eyes.

After that, Zhong Yi was led by her father and walked behind him.

He stood with his hands behind his back, with an emerald ring on his index finger.

Daddy and he have been silent.

don't say a word?

Zhong Yi looked at Dad strangely, and Dad seemed to be planning to drag him in directly.

A deep voice sounded, and he called Zhong Han's words: "Qing Zhi."

Zhong Han's footsteps stopped, and Zhong Xiaoyi also stopped.

The man turned around and looked at Zhong Han's back, the corners of his black clothes slightly raised: "This king... will not mention today's matter again."

Zhong Han turned around and looked at him fixedly.

After a long time, Zhong Han said, "You don't have to do this, Prince Han."

Han Yi pursed his lips: "If this king doesn't come, Qingzhi will cut off contact."

Zhong Han's lips moved slightly, but he didn't speak.

Han Yi waited for his words.

Zhong Xiaoyi didn't understand the situation, and looked at the handsome Han Yi in a daze.

Zhong Han forced a smile: "I don't think so."

Han Yi smiled, his eyes bright: "I wonder if Qingzhi would like to invite this king to a dinner party."

Zhong Han refused: "How can a humble house..."

Han Yi raised his hand to interrupt Zhong Han's words, and the emerald ring on his index finger shone brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Han Yi walked straight into Zhong Han, who involuntarily took a small step back.

Han Yi stopped and smiled wryly, "You're scared."

Zhong Han's eyes moved slightly, and he bowed his head in silence.

Han Yi stared at Zhong Han's long and drooping eyelashes.

After a while, Han Yi stretched out his slender fingers and pinched Zhong Han's snow-white earlobe.

Zhong Han instantly looked up as if frightened.

Han Yi smiled happily, and his laughter was light and sweet: "Your appearance has not changed for so many years."

Zhong Han showed a hint of panic, looked down at Zhong Xiaoyi, and found that Zhong Xiaoyi was still staring at Han Yi in a daze.

Zhong Han pulled Zhong Xiaoyi's hand: "Xiaoyi, you go in first and tell mother that Prince Han is coming to visit tonight."

Zhong Xiaoyi nodded and looked at Han Yi reluctantly.

Han Yi smiled and stroked the top of Zhong Xiaoyi's head.

Zhong Xiaoyi blushed and ran away.

Zhong Han took a deep breath, slightly sullen, and said, "Han Yi, don't act foolishly in front of Xiaoyi."

Han Yi lowered his head and laughed muffled.

Zhong Han frowned slightly: "What are you laughing at?"

Han Yi coughed lightly: "It's nothing, it's just that you haven't called out my name like this for a long time, and I feel happy."

Zhong Han was silent.

Han Yi looked at Zhong Han tenderly: "Still angry?"

Zhong Han thought for a while, finally swallowed his words, shook his head and said, "No, let's go in."

He turned and walked inside.

Looking at Zhong Han's thin back, Han Yi suppressed the churning emotions in his heart.