The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 1112 She Thinks I Don't Love Her Enough
The sound of the piano started slowly. Tang Nineteen had already heard the first half of the tune. At that time, she only thought the tune was gentle and simple. With the little appreciation ability that she had been trained by Murong Xi, she could easily appreciate Mr. Ai's profound playing skills.

It's just that I didn't expect at the time that this song was actually written by Mr. Ai to his wife who had a little misunderstanding with him and lived in two places.

The name of the tune is Li Shang, which really doesn't suit the tune very well.

The tone is very calm and peaceful, like a mountain and flowing water, slowly telling a story that even reveals a little warmth and serenity.

Now that Tang Nineteen listened to it for the second time, he still felt the same, and he didn't notice the slightest bit of sadness.

Otherwise.

In the second half of the song, the sound of the piano suddenly changed, becoming dull and slow, like complaints and tears.

This inheritance is not at all blunt and artificial, the whole piece is integrated into one, showing a scene of harmony between husband and wife, sudden disharmony, and separation between the two sides.

It really fits the name of the song - Li Shang.

The more it gets to the end, the more sad and desolate this song is, and there is an irreversible feeling that makes people sigh and lament.

Tang Nineteen suddenly felt that this song had unearthed some feelings in her heart that were well hidden and did not want to be discovered by others.

Feeling a little sentimental for a while, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and it also pulled her back from the imaginary space created by the illusory sound of the piano.

"Mr. Ai, this is, is it over?"

Through the curtain, a gentle voice sounded: "Actually, it's not finished yet, but now I have a misunderstanding with my wife, and I don't want to write too much while talking about the song."

Tang Shijiu understood: "I'm afraid, you and your wife must still have room for change. This last section can be left blank. You can fill it in later when you get back together."

"I'm afraid it will be difficult to reconcile."

Tang Nineteen laughed lightly: "Mr. doesn't seem like a pessimistic person, and it seems that you love your wife very much. Since you said that, Madam misunderstood you, it's fine if you don't solve it."

"Miss Tang thinks so?"

Tang Nineteen nodded earnestly and sincerely: "Is it a misunderstanding? If it is a misunderstanding, it can always be resolved."

"But Madam didn't give me a chance, and I really broke her heart."

How should Tang Nineteen comfort her?

She felt that this man seemed to be asking for help from herself. However, her own feelings were still in a mess, and she had never been so smart when it came to matters between men and women. As an excuse, tell yourself that there is nothing between Bian Chenyu and Qu Tiange.

"Sincere sincerity, gold and stone are the same, Mr. Ai, I don't know if there is any misunderstanding between your lady and you, I think..."

"She thinks that I don't love her enough. Miss Tang, how can a woman feel that a man loves him very much?"

Tang Nineteen originally wanted to offer a few words of consolation, but when someone hijacked her words, she just threw out this sentence, and she was a little confused.

"You ask me?"

"Yes."

"This is really not my field of expertise."

"It's okay, Miss Tang, just talk about it."

Talk casually, the key is that she doesn't know how to say casually.

Clearing her throat, this man was so humbly asking for advice, so she just said casually: "I think, if a woman thinks that a man doesn't love her so much, it must be because this man doesn't give her a sense of security. Don't get me wrong, Mr. Ai, I I didn't say that you are unreliable. I just thought that if you are such an elegant and romantic person, Mrs. Zun must also be a delicate and talented woman. This kind of woman is the most sensitive and worrying, and needs your company."

(End of this chapter)