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The music was melodious, and the score he chose was an extremely light one, but it hit song Manxi's heart, so that she didn't even dare to breathe too heavily.

The person in front of her is the white moonlight in her heart. She has always been, whether years ago or years later.

The music played by his hands made her extremely addicted and loved.

Now, all this has become a thing of the past, but no matter how uncoordinated the music is, how bad it seems to outsiders.

Song Manxi still felt that no matter what tone it became, it was still no different from that seven or eight years ago.

She didn't bother, so she stood quietly, watched quietly, and listened quietly to the piano sound he played that might pierce people's eardrums.

I haven't touched the piano in seven or eight years. Even when I was lecturing with Qin Zixia before, Jun Xiao gave advice and tried to avoid the opportunity to touch the piano.

It's not strange to say, because these music scores have never been forgotten in his mind. Maybe this is also his obsession.

If, if those things hadn't happened in the beginning, he might not be who he is now. He doesn't have to fall into the sea of business. He just needs to be a sign for the king's family to show off.

He doesn't have to cheat with people in the business circle against his heart, and he calculates everywhere, even if there is no beloved beside him.

He will wander all over the world alone.

However, this is only the person he wanted to be at first. Now, he has become the person he once hated most.

Jun Xiao's slender fingers still danced on the piano keys, closed his eyes and quietly felt the sound of all this discord.

It's like seven years ago, he was on the stage of flashing lights, the lights hit him, and he was wearing a charming tuxedo.

The people under the stage were silent. Whether they understood his piano or not, his audience was listening.

And he is also like Jun Xiao surrounded by the halo, like the famous "Jun", and the girl in front of him is the girl he most wants to engrave into his heart.

The music crosses the highest joyful place and turns to the end. It has slowly become low, and notes are nailed to the keys one by one.

Jun Xiao put away his right hand and only used his left hand to pop up the end. Slowly, the last sound broke down.

He stopped, but one hand was still on the piano, and his whole body was emitting inexplicable sadness.

The shadow of his eyes was still very deep, but his breath was very calm, really like he was used to it.

Used to admit that their hands are useless, used to admit that they can't go back to the past, used to admit that all this has become a dream.

He lowered his head slightly, silently took his left hand back into his pocket, trembled sadly where song Manxi couldn't see, and even his fingertips were tingling inexplicably.

What broke his sadness was an echo of applause. The applause seemed to penetrate from the depths of the old times, tearing open the darkness, breaking the obstacles and hitting his heart.

Jun Xiao leaned and looked up in disbelief. The girl in front of him on the tip of his heart didn't know when her eyes were red, but she still applauded tenaciously.

Song Manxi summoned up his courage and looked straight at him without cowardice: "brother Junxiao, can I talk to you from the bottom of my heart?"

Jun Xiao looked at her with deep eyes, but there was an unspeakable anger in a Wang cold pool.