Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Wen Hui came in.

Glancing at Zhang Xuan, who had pulled up a stool and sat beside the piano, Wenhui closed the door habitually, but after closing it, she subconsciously wanted to open it again.

But after thinking of something, the hand touching the door handle finally let go and did not choose to open the door.

Sitting in front of the piano, Wen Hui calmed down a little, and moved her tender fingers on the black and white keys.

As soon as the first rhythm came out, Zhang Xuan clearly felt that her piano skills surpassed Richard Clayderman's.

In his previous life, he and Mi Jian went to hear Richard Clayderman perform live, and this feeling was unmistakable.

But think about it, Richard and Maxim are somewhat similar. They prefer popular piano music, and their status in the classical piano world is actually not high. It seems natural that Wen Hui will surpass Richard with his current status.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xuan's eyes couldn't help but look at Wen Hui who was close to Chi Chi.

At this moment, Wen Hui, who felt the emotion, raised her head and looked at him, and instantly understood his thoughts.

Looking at each other for two seconds, both of them were very quiet and made no sound. Zhang Xuan continued to listen, and Wen Hui continued to play with her head down.

Slowly, the old man's emotions were completely carried into the world of piano music.

The piano piece is divided into three parts.

The first part is presentation, showing the encounter and love at first sight between Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.

The second part is the expansion, mainly expressing plot stories such as "anti-marriage", "party on the balcony", "crying souls, accusing, and throwing themselves into graves".

The third part is the reappearance part, which mainly describes "Butterfly" once again making up the love theme song.

It's like singing, like crying, like complaining, like complaining. After the song is finished, the lingering sound lingers

As the piano sound stopped, the two people who were still immersed in the world of the music met and looked at each other.

"You play so well." Zhang Xuan said from the bottom of his heart.

"Yeah." Wen Huiqiao smiled and hummed softly.

After looking at each other for a long time, Zhang Xuan couldn't help but move. He first reached out and pushed the right strand of Wen Hui's hair behind her ear.

After waiting and seeing that she didn't resist too much, he stood up and reached over.

Wen Hui remained motionless, sitting upright and looking into his eyes the whole time. She did not avoid or cater to the head that was getting closer and closer. Her eyelashes flickered, and the two of them were firmly in contact.

At this moment, she was completely infected by "Butterfly Lovers" and felt that it was like a fate, the fate of the piano room.

The corner of her mouth was warm and she was kissed. Wen Hui's clean and bright pupils reflected the person in front of her.

The waxing moon was being kissed, but Wen Hui still looked at him intently, having never felt his movements so clearly before.

Tenderness, delicateness, satisfaction, affection, reluctance.

These are the emotions Wen Hui felt from his intimacy.

Is he reluctant to let go of himself?

She thought so while still immersed in the world of "Butterfly Lovers".

Wen Hui, who was originally extremely scared, entangled, anxious, and wanted to escape, unexpectedly closed her eyes when she realized what he was thinking.

The moment she closed her eyes, she felt the fluctuations in her heart. Her eyelids drooped, and she felt that she was completely led astray by him. She didn't want to be like this, but it happened to be like this by accident.

Who is this old man? In his tenderness, he discovered Wen Hui's inner fear. Without any explanation, he inserted his right hand from the right side of her neck to the back of her head and hugged her hair. Then he slowly leaned over, and their souls blended together.

Three minutes later, the two paused and then continued to be intimate.

Eight minutes later, the two people who had a good understanding opened their eyes and looked at each other at the same time, and then closed their eyes together.

In this way, I don't know how long it took, when Wen Hui's consciousness gradually woke up from the world of piano music, she opened her eyes and looked at the person who was so intimate with her, her heart beat hard, and her right hand instinctively raised, but from the air Halfway down, she stopped, and her right hand fell down weakly.

Later, Wen Hui inserted her hands between the two of them from the side, and the person pulled away from his mouth. She closed her eyes and turned her head, and the black hair on her head shook like a flower in the air.

In the end, ashes return to dust, and the piano room falls into silence again.

Feeling a pair of hands supporting his body with resistance, Zhang Xuan was stunned. He lowered his head and glanced at the white catkin with bulging blue blood vessels, and then at the greasy white neck next to his mouth.

He resisted the urge in his heart, propped up the piano with both hands, and climbed up from her.

Standing up, my eyes slowly wandered over the bones of this extremely soft, natural, and comfortable body. I felt an indescribable emotion in my heart, a sense of accomplishment, and a hint of guilt.

He didn't know why, but his instinct told him that he should say something now. It seemed that if he didn't say something, the girl might be in a long-term cold war with him.

Zhang Xuan's lips twitched and he said to himself: "I like to hear you play "Butterfly Lovers" very much. This kind of artistic conception seems to be able to purify the soul and is good for me to accumulate emotions."

He said this partly sincerely, and partly to give the two of them a step down.

Wen Hui said nothing, still tilted her head and slumped on the piano, quietly, like a beautiful statue lying on the black and white keys, motionless.

"Ding...", there was a sound.

At this moment, a text message came in from the phone, from Zhao Lei.

Zhao Lei?

This is a very simple and pure woman who rarely takes the initiative to send text messages to herself. Zhang Xuan had a bad feeling and quickly opened the text message.

Text message content: Miss Du is back.

ah?

Are the two actors back?

Zhang Xuan immediately judged from the content of the text message: out of worry, Zhao Lei even omitted the word "boss" in her usual opening sentence, just to tell herself and remind herself as soon as possible.

Without any time to think about it, Zhang Xuan said to Wen Hui next to him: "Shuang Ling and the others are back."

Hearing this, Wen Hui, who was meditating, instantly sat up and left the piano room without even looking at him.

Zhang Xuan followed him out without saying another word. He walked straight to the door, put on his shoes, opened the door and looked outside. Seeing that the corridor outside was empty, he walked out.

Wen Hui stood in the living room and listened for a while. After no sound of greeting came from outside for 5 seconds, she breathed a sigh of relief. However, under the calm appearance, her blood was still flowing rapidly, and her little heart was beating rapidly.

Taking a deep breath, she entered the bathroom, closed the door behind her, then walked to the front of the bathroom, raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror.

The figure in the mirror is breathtakingly beautiful and has an extraordinary temperament. Wen Hui, who has been sought after by others since she was a child, has known for a long time that she has a lot of money, but she still didn't expect that such an outstanding Zhang Xuan would work tirelessly for her. And I actually...

This frightened her.

"Eh? Huihui hasn't come back yet?" Zou Qingzhu's voice came out.

"Hui Hui should be in the bathroom." Du Shuangling's voice followed.

"I'm washing my face."

Wen Hui responded as usual, then took off her towel, wetted it, and wiped her lips and face.

When she thought of the delicate thoughts of the two actors, Wen Hui no longer limited the towel in her hands to her lips and face, but began to wash her face seriously.

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