The wealthy bride of the cold CEO

Chapter 37 Piano Ensemble

If the cloud knows, the harp and the harp.

If you know, is it too late to meet.

Is it a confidant or what role?

After Xia Qing settled the deal, she left the gallery and returned home. She didn't know if she should prepare dinner today, and he didn't know if he would go home. He was hungover last night, so he didn't know if his stomach was better. Seeing After his vulnerable side, he found that he is not so hateful.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when I returned to Leng's house. The somewhat tired Xia Qing walked to the piano room silently, sat on the piano bench, facing the window, and stepped on the scales. The huge mahogany harp was leaning on her thin arms. There are 47 strings, forming a wonderful tone under her plucking.

Leng Lie finished work early this morning and drove home. He wanted to see what the little wife at home who disappeared early in the morning was doing.When she got home, she was told that she was in the piano room, and Leng Lie had heard about it for a long time. Xia Qing played the harp very well. The harp was rarely touched by anyone because it was very difficult and painful to learn, but she played alone in the instrument. Chose this alone.

Going up to the attic, the piano room was prepared by my mother when she was alive. I remember coldly that when I was a child, my mother played the piano so well that even the birds in the forest stopped. He often sat beside her and was lost in thought. Childhood was really beautiful things, but it all fell apart at the age of ten.

Opening the door, the beautiful note followed by the very sound-insulated piano room, the lingering sound is Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake", the piano bench is facing the window, she played it engrossed, obviously did not notice his arrival, Leng Leng approached the aged piano, opened the piano, slender fingers moved on the black and white keys, a kind of empty tone entered the original monotonous harp music, Xia Qing looked back and found Leng Leng on the piano He was playing on the piano, and that piece was Swan Lake, which matched his own harp. After entering the state so quickly, Xia Qing discovered that his piano was also a gifted talent. He did not stop abruptly, but followed his deep voice, Continuing, Swan Lake mingled under their hands.

At the most intense part of the climax, that is, the arrival of the black swan, the tone turns sharply downward, and the wandering hands are like a canary that has been imprisoned for a long time trying to break free from the bird cage. His piano sound is getting thicker and full of mystery. , the low-key and soft timbre of the harp is integrated into it, and the two kinds of music fit perfectly.Turning to the fourth act, the lonely and sad tone means that the white swan is still not happy in the end, and the prince has never been able to be with his white swan.

The last note ended, and then the harp and harp stopped abruptly.

"You also know Лe6eдnhoeo3epo" Xia Qing stood up from the chair. She likes to draw and also loves music, especially the song Swan Lake, which is just sad every time she plays it.

"Лe6eдnhoeo3epo, so you have read Russian, it's not easy, Swan Lake is a good opera, if there is no excellent performance and soundtrack, then this famous opera will lose a lot of color!" Leng Leng discovered that Xia Qing knew quite a lot .

"Yes, I have always wanted to go to Moscow to see this opera with my own eyes. I always regret that the kind white swan did not get happiness in the end. The prince will always be confused by hallucinations. If the prince can be with the white swan, he will see through the black and white swan earlier. The trick of the swan is complete!" Xia Qing's tone is full of loss and sorrow, which is a kind of sadness that is rarely seen in coldness, but on her face, he can always see a warm smile, so it turns out that she also has Sentimental time.

"Shanghai is about to be staged, and I will arrange it for you when the time comes. This is just a fairy tale. Fairy tales can never be compared with reality. If sentimentality is useful, then Lin Daiyu will not die of illness!" Although his words were still cold, he could be found comforting she.

"Really? Thank you. I didn't know you were going home, so I didn't prepare dinner. I'm sorry!" Xia Qing lowered her head and heard him say that he would arrange for her to go to the opera. A gleam of joy flashed in her heart.

"Last night..." Leng Lie hesitated to speak, he didn't know how to speak.

"If you want to thank me, then there's no need, this is what I should do!" Xia Qing broke the cold embarrassment with a single word.

One sentence that should be done made Leng Li think of his warning to her again.