Peerless luthier

Han Yi's relationship with Zhong Han feels a little romantic like love at first sight.

At that time, Zhong Han was very young, seeing the aloof Han Shizi standing up, he couldn't help but restrain his smile.

He was easily nervous when something happened, and his thin fingers were tightly clenched together again.

Han Yi said: "You are the luthier my father recommended to me, come here tomorrow afternoon."

Zhong Han lowered his head and said in a polite manner: "Yes."

Han Yi nodded, then asked with a smile, "I don't know how to address it?"

Zhong Han raised his eyes in a hurry, and realized that he was getting close to Shizi Han, and hurriedly stepped back carefully: "My surname is Zhong, and I have a letter for each name."

Han Yi sensed that he was a little scared, and motioned him to sit down.

"I'm a bit tired of reading. It just so happens that you are here, why don't you chat with me."

"Talking? What are you talking about..."

Han Yi thought it was cute that he lowered his head and showed his slender chin, so he pulled him to sit on the soft couch.

Zhong Han hugged the piano, sat on pins and needles, raised his clear eyes and said: "This is not good, the housekeeper will tell you."

Han Yi smiled: "No," he turned his head and looked out the window: "No one cares here, how can you sit and have some snacks?"

Zhong Han did as he was told, Han Yi said something, and he made an action.

I don't know what I answered in a daze, but I just feel that this Han Shizi not only has a good face, but also a good personality. When talking to him, the feeling of alienation gradually fades away.

"Are you tired of holding the piano? Just put it there."

"it is good."

After an hour, Zhong Han was sleepy and yawned.

When his eyes were blurred, he saw Han Shizi smiling at him, with the corners of his lips curled up, his eyes were very dark, and he had a very handsome young face.

Zhong Han blushed all of a sudden—yawning in front of Shizi, he really lost his sense of discipline.

Han Yi approached him and asked softly, "Are you sleepy?"

Zhong Han's eyes were moist, and he looked at him defenselessly, a little dazed.

Han Yi smiled and stood up: "Go back first, remember to come tomorrow."

Zhong Han quickly stood up: "Naturally, naturally."

Zhong Han held the piano in his arms, walked to the door, and looked back strangely.

——I saw the young man in Chinese clothes standing upright by the door, the candlelight shone on his clothes, half dark and half bright.

"The clock letter."

"Ah?" Zhong Han turned around quickly.

"Call me by name."

"..." Zhong Han squeezed his fingers, and gently brushed his heart like a feather: "Han Yi."

As soon as the voice fell, he lowered his head.

His face turned red again.

After a while of silence, Han Yi whispered, "Go back."

Zhong Han raised his eyes.

Han Yi looked at him quietly and smiled gently at him.

The next day, Zhong Han got up early in the morning to practice the piano.

Servants occasionally pass by and come in to deliver some plates of refreshments.

"Carillon master, practice hard."

Zhong Han hurriedly thanked him, he actually knew what they hadn't said: practice hard, teach our son well.

The servants of Prince Han's Mansion are very loyal, even though Zhong Han has never stepped into the houses of other famous families, he can feel it.

From the housekeeper to the housekeeper who sweeps the floor, everyone respects Prince Han and his son very much.

Zhong Han looked at the snacks on the table and became more attentive.

In the afternoon, Zhong Han began to wash and change clothes, and before he stepped out of the courtyard, someone told him: "Master Zhongqin, the prince is waiting for you in the small garden, go quickly!"

Zhong Han hastily agreed.

There is still some distance from the small garden, Zhong Han was afraid that Han Yi would wait for a long time, so he ran over quickly.

Seeing the servant along the way, he asked for directions, and finally arrived at the small garden smoothly.

Although it is winter at this time, the wintersweet is blooming very well, and the goose yellow flowers are extremely fragrant.

Zhong Han walked in, thinking that he didn't know where Han Yi was, so he went deep, and there were some red plums planted inside, and some precious varieties.

Looking at it, Zhong Han couldn't move anymore.

gorgeous.

The bright red petals are as cold and arrogant as a beauty, leading the way in winter, and no one can match her fragrance and strength.

Han Yi came out from behind him and said, "How?"

Zhong Han was not frightened by him, but looked at him with shining eyes: "This place is so beautiful."

"You like it?" Han Yi smiled: "I planted it, but the wintersweet outside is not."

Zhong Han said: "I like it very much."

Han Yi said: "Play the piano, it's right here."

Not far away was a jade table, where Zhong Han sat upright and put the piano away, while Han Yi stood under the red plum tree and looked at him with a smile.

Zhong Han calmed down slightly, smelling the elegant fragrance.

The sound of the piano sounded like the sound of nature, but the person who played the music was right in front of you.

In Zhong Han's eyes, the young man standing under the red plum tree is cold and arrogant yet warm.

In Han Yi's eyes, among the disturbing red shadows, only the handsome young man with lowered eyes playing the piano is the peerless scenery in the world.

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