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His movements were not very coherent. He tried the intonation on the top. He tried it with his left hand, and the piano sound poured out from between his fingers.

The notes, which are not very gorgeous, are beating and disorderly.

Song Manxi stood and looked at him, obviously aware of the disharmony between these piano sounds, but he used his left hand alone. She didn't know the reason for him to do so for the time being, but she always felt that he had something to say.

Song Manxi took a few steps forward, and his tone was a little dumb: "brother Junxiao, do you want to play the piano? Here?"

Jun Xiao's left hand tuning movement stopped and didn't answer. His broken hair covered his side face and couldn't see his expression clearly.

The man sitting upright put his hands squarely on the keys. The wind outside blew the gauze curtain, and the sun sprinkled on him. The picture was as beautiful as an oil painting.

And she prefers to indulge in such a beautiful picture.

Song Manxi choked and pulled out a flattering smile: "you haven't talked about the piano for a long time. I haven't asked you. I'm afraid you're uncomfortable. Now I can ask you why you chose to quit the music world?"

Jun Xiao bit his teeth and felt a little tight. He hung his head and still didn't answer, but he took his right hand out of his windbreaker pocket.

Two hands painted with oil and wax are placed on the piano keys. It seems that they really want to play the piano here.

Song Manxi doesn't understand why he suddenly wants to play the piano, but she has a hunch that what he wants to do next will make her very sad.

A sound of "Ding" broke the long silence. At first, Jun Xiao just pressed a note on the middle finger of his left hand.

After a pause, his ten jealous fingers danced on the keys, but the action was very strange.

The pouring music is slowly intertwined, and it is even more messy, as if someone had knocked a big bell and drum.

Just at the beginning of the score, Jun Xiao's right hand couldn't stop shaking, and the watch specially used to cover was emitting dazzling light.

Song Manxi only felt that his heart was empty and his mind was empty. Before he could figure out what was going on, his eyes began to turn red.

He played the notes without any mistakes, and the speed of his left hand was ok, but she once seriously studied the piano for him, and the score was also learned for him.

So she could hear that although her right hand was trying to cooperate with her left hand, the tone played by her right hand could not keep up with that of her left hand.

Her thoughts did not last long. As soon as she raised her eyes, she looked at the bottom of her eyes at his right hand, which was still beating on the keyboard but slightly trembling.

It turned out to be his right hand. It turned out to be because of the difference in his right hand. Therefore, he chose to retreat bravely in the peak period.

In fact, others say so. He chose a very good time to quit. In this way, he added mystery to his legend. Only with regret can more people deeply remember it.

She always thought so, but just now, she was surprised that it was not that he didn't want to play, but that his "jealous hands of God" had long existed in name.

Song Manxi, who was gathered by this idea, bit his lower lip. He only felt bitter in his mouth, and a tear fell from his side face to the ground.

Jun Xiao didn't force himself to play, but slowly crossed every key.

Every note reverberates in this not particularly large confined space.