agricultural doctor

Chapter 3202
After the song was over, Long Yintian turned around slowly, and saw the little girl he had been dreaming of sitting under the steps.

When he sneaked into the Valley of the Medicine King, he could only look at her from afar.

Now, close at hand, I can see more clearly.

After Ling Yun said goodbye, his little girl grew up a lot.

"It's cold in winter, why are you sitting on the steps?"

Seeing Long Yintian finished stroking the song, when he stood up and was about to turn around, Yue'er was about to suffocate.

After seeing clearly that it was an unfamiliar face that turned around, Yue'er's eyes were filled with a deep sense of loss.

"who are you?"

"Cloud ink!"

Looking at the dim light in the little girl's eyes, Long Yin's eyes felt that his heart was hit hard. He walked down the steps and sat side by side with her.

Sitting side by side like this, he was very close, a breath as light as green bamboo poured into Yue'er's nostrils.

Yue'er's disappointment was swept away, and his eyes were full of light: "Mr. Yunmo, your voice of playing the piano is really nice. Can you teach Yue'er to play the piano?"

Did Yue'er recognize him?
Long Yintian was stunned, a little unbelievable.

He knows Yue'er too well, his Yue'er has talking eyes, when he was in Xiushui Village of Daze Lake, Yue'er didn't need to speak, just look at him.

With the tacit understanding between their father and daughter, he can know what Yue'er is thinking.

When he turned around, he clearly saw the disappointment in Yue'er's eyes.

Originally, Yue'er was like an eggplant beaten by frost, with no expression in his eyes. When he sat beside Yue'er, Yue'er's dim eyes were filled with brilliance for a moment, and the wings of his nose moved, as if he was smelling his breath.

"Your name is Yue'er?"

Long Yintian stretched out his hand towards Yue'er, Yue'er was stunned for a while, and couldn't help but handed his little hand into Long Yintian's palm.

When his big palm wrapped Yue'er's small hand, Yue'er touched the rough calluses in his palm, looked at him reassuringly, let him lead her, and walked step by step towards the piano on the stone table past.

Huanyan told Ye Ran that Yue'er had left the small door to watch the young man next door play the piano.

She asked Ye Ran: "Young master, will this servant bring Xiaoyue'er back?"

Do you want to bring it back?
Yue'er, she misses her father.

She woke up in the middle of the night last night, and heard Yue'er talking nonsense, and she didn't know what she was muttering in her mouth.

Later she leaned her ear closer and heard that Yue'er seemed to be talking about her father.

There is nothing wrong with an eight or nine-year-old girl who hears such a moving piano sound and follows it.

Ye Ran shook her head: "Mr. Yunmo is playing the piano, let her go!"

"No wonder you can hear the artistic conception from the sound of the piano. It turns out that it is Mr. Yunmo playing the piano?"

Before Duan Muze left for Lingyun, when he returned to Yunju to burn incense and play the qin, he told Huan Yan, who was waiting by his side, that he was not the best at playing the qin.

Mr. Yunmo should have entered the palace with the old lady of the Duanmu family, right?
For a master of piano skills like Mr. Yunmo, if he taught him the art of piano, wouldn't it be the little master's blessing?

Hearing the single-string plucking sound from the courtyard next door, her eyes lit up with joy, thinking that her little master is really blessed, knowing that the person living in the courtyard next door is the old lady, so she doesn't care about Yue'er, and follows the night Dye to Zhongcui Palace to deliver medicine.

Not long after Yeran and Huanyan left, a gray-clothed shadow came out from under the courtyard wall, looking at the scene in the pavilion from a distance through the small door.

He was about to step into the small door, but he didn't know what to think, so he turned and left.

In the gazebo, following the method taught by Long Yintian, Yue'er was seriously plucking the strings of the piano, she felt that Long Yintian seemed to pause holding her hand, she raised her head, winked at him and smiled.

(End of this chapter)