Her Heartless Evil Man

"Ruoqing, you're wrong. I'm not eloping with Li'an. I'm running for my life. If I stay here, I'll never have hope in the future. I've seen your affection for Li'an for a long time, but I'm also wrong. I always thought he married yuncaier, but I didn't. that letter, you should have told me. If you had told me earlier, I would make decisions about you and Li'an Yes. "

"I'm sorry, miss. I wronged miss's sincerity. I thought that as long as you stay with turdan, then I and manager Li..." she said quietly, and the tears in her eyes became more turbulent.

I got up, helped her up and sat beside me, "did he bully you?" otherwise, why did ruoqing cry so sad. But I don't believe it. I don't believe Li an will bully ruoqing. Now even the scene of Li'an and yun'er is doubting its authenticity. It seems that Mrs. 9 is making trouble. Her kindness to me has a purpose from beginning to end, but I know it too late.

"Miss misunderstood. No, manager Li has only miss in his heart. Yes, ruoqing, he doesn't look at it."

I finally understand that it must be in that small town that Li'an refused ruoqing, so she has been sad.

It's inconvenient to ask more about these words. Yu ruoqing is embarrassed, but ruoqing's heart for Li An is true. "Don't cry, see him again, I'll let him marry you." I said seriously.

"Miss, don't lie to me."

"No."

Ruoqing hugged me and couldn't stop crying: "Miss, if halal is wrong, I'll never do anything sorry for miss again."

I wiped her tears and was another miserable woman.

But she still has hope. At least I will help her. As for me, the road ahead is confused.

I finally forgive ruoqing, because I know the hardships and helplessness of love, but the seemingly empty separation between me and her can no longer be hidden.

I always think that Mrs. 9 values me too much. Now I can't even see turdan's face. Why can I complete her task in exchange for my mother's safety.

The days passed as scheduled. The pair of mandarin duck pillows had already been embroidered, but I didn't want to see them in the cabinet. I said I would give them to him, but I didn't want to give them. When I saw them, there was only more suspicion.

He hasn't been here for a long time. I didn't deliberately inquire about him. Maybe he was with him.

My days are idle and boring. Even my hair is just tied up at random, and the long waterfall falls behind me. I am lazy like a cat. Even Xueer is lazy looking forward to the past of winter.

The unused piano in the corner is full of dust. It gently wipes the dust. The dust flies like an elf in the sun. Even the dust is more free than me.

Randomly fiddle with the string, which has not been used for a long time. The string has already lost its accurate sound. It's better to be right one by one. Let the music quietly melt away the sorrow in my heart.

At night, after dinner, I sat behind the piano and rowed my fingers. The elegant music suddenly appeared in the Luoxuan Pavilion, which reminded me that the snowy bamboo outside my window was still green in winter, very beautiful and elegant.

It was an elegant and graceful song "three lanes of plum blossoms". On such a winter night, snowflakes were flying outside the window, the moon had disappeared, and the boundless silver danced wildly in front of us. The plum blossom in my dream suddenly appears, the frost is proud of the cold, and the beauty alone in the snow is leisurely released by the string music between my fingers. I was moved by the purity and fearlessness of plum blossom.

There was no flower shaking or tree shadow. There were only snowflakes flying outside the window. I focused on the piano on my finger. In a trance, there seemed to be a figure flashing outside the window. The sound of the piano suddenly stopped. I was surprised by the figure and flashed to the window, but there was only a piece of silver in front of me. Where are there people? Am I dazzled? But clearly I saw a figure. He flashed so fast that I had no time to catch it and disappeared without a trace.

When I opened the door, the snow drifted into the house and looked around in the snow. The two guards at the door were still standing upright, not afraid of the cold. Look at the thick layer of snow in front of the window. Where are people's footprints.

It seems that I was really wrong.

The snow and plum blossoms in my mind shook again, shook my head and stopped thinking about the startled figure. I turned and returned to my piano. My fingers played the song of plum blossom three lane again. The snow sea trembled and a pink branch bloomed. The plum blossom seemed to be in front of me, homesick and missing my mother.

The fingertips continued to play softly and slowly, sometimes high and sometimes low, as if the plum blossoms were floating with fragrance around me. I focused on this song "plum blossom three lane".

Suddenly, with the sound of the piano, it seemed that there was a sound of Xiao outside the sky. I knew from childhood that the sound of Xiao told all the desolation and warmth of the world, but the sound of Xiao was integrated into my song "three lanes of plum blossoms". In a trance, I was stunned, but the sound of Xiao remained the same. After a moment of stagnation, I welcomed the sound of Xiao and continued this unfinished song.

Feel the sincerity in the sound of the sound. When I am fast, he is fast, and when I am slow, he is slow. It goes hand in hand. Qin Xiao and Se are so consistent.

After the music is finished, the piano stops the sound, and the lingering sound curls up.

In the air, you can still feel the whistling sadness, as if endless thoughts are hidden in the whistling sound, like crying.

This grassland, this snowy night, I always don't believe that the sound is true. After stabbing in Balu for so long, this is the first time I have heard such a beautiful sound.

My mind was indulging in the sound of the Xiao just now. The Xiao suddenly played a song "Phoenix seeking a mate". This time, I'll use my piano and his Xiao sound.

Ten fingers played slowly with the music in my mind, and I sang in a low voice.

Meeting is fate, Acacia gradually entangled, but it is difficult to meet. The mountain is high and the road is far, but there are thousands of miles to share the beauty.

Because of dissatisfaction, the Mandarin dream became empty, so I took pictures and entrusted the wild goose to pass it on quickly.

I like Kaifeng, holding jade photos and looking at them carefully, but I see cherry lips red, willow eyebrows Dai, star eyes watery, and deeper love.

How can unlimited love be sued? Looking southeast, a phoenix seeks its mate.

After singing, my face is full of tears. No more music.

I got up in my clothes and went away with the still playing sound.

Outside the door, amid the snowflakes, on the wall, there was a man with white clothes and white hair. His face was like a crown jade. His clothes were floating, like an immortal who didn't eat human fireworks. He had a long Xiao in his hand. The song of Phoenix courtship that I hadn't finished playing sounded in my ear like the sound of nature.

I stood in the snow and looked at his long white hair. The white hair stunned me. Why did such a young and beautiful man have white hair? Listening to his Phoenix courtship, he seemed to have endless lovesickness and lamentation in front of him.

Feng asks for a Phoenix. He is a Phoenix. What about the Phoenix he asks for.

Life is like a dream, life is like a play, I think I am also an amorous man.

Trapped by love, just like me, just as clear.

Tears are more graceful.

At the end of the song, he still stood on the high wall and looked at the snowflakes for a long time. Standing against the wind, he is so lonely, with a taste of loneliness, which makes people feel sad.

"Who are you?" I broke the silence. His Xiao let me find a bosom friend, so independent, as if to wash the dirt in the world and make my soul comfortable. This is the feeling I want.

"Who am I... Who am I..." he suddenly roared up to the sky, "I am a forgotten person in the world." his words have no sentimental taste, but I listen to endless desolation.

This man is really a mystery. I'm curious.

"Your Xiao blows very well."

He stroked the broken hair on his forehead and said with a smile, "your piano and your song are also beautiful."

I am still blushing. How can my piano compare with his Xiao sound? My piano is a little messy because my heart is still uncertain, while his Xiao is pure and elegant, playing only with full words of love.

This song should only be in the sky. I heard it. It's my blessing in the ear.

"Are you the princess of tuldanxinna?" he asked suddenly when I was silent.

I was a little surprised. I thought he was an outsider who ignored the world, but I didn't want to be disturbed by the world.

It turned out that I was wrong.

I'm silent. I really don't want to admit that identity. If it wasn't for my mother, I really didn't have to stay here.

"The sound of your piano reveals your mind. Your heart is very chaotic." he said to me after the snowflakes.

I was surprised. He really said what was on my mind. Isn't he also trapped by love? After thinking so, I naturally said, "your whistling voice shows your loneliness, and your heart may be more chaotic than me."

He looked at me with a flash of brilliance in his eyes, and then said with a loud smile, "ha ha, no one dared to talk to me like this for a long time."

I looked at him, and the man was too sharp. "How do you like to talk?"

"I like you to talk like this, otherwise it's too boring. Why don't you follow me." his words were abrupt to me.

I just remembered the two guards in front of the door. I looked at them. At this time, they were standing there blankly, motionless.

"You, you ordered their acupoints?" the man was very brave, and his martial arts cultivation was not bad, because I knew that the two bodyguards were the most capable and the best martial arts around turdan.

"So what? Don't you want to leave this Baruch?"

I was suddenly moved. I really wanted to cross the two guards and let myself leave turdan's cage again.

My footsteps gently took a step in front of the gate, but in a moment I stopped again. What about my mother? What should she do?