The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

"Okay, I won't raid."

To drive away the inexplicable girl, Qianflu wondered that there was no one with integrity like him.

...... Lying in the bathtub, Dong Ma closed her eyes, her pale cheeks showed signs of improvement due to the warmth of the hot water, and after a while, when she heard movement outside, she moved her head and stared at the bathroom door. .

It was true that the door was not locked before entering, and now she did not know whether she was looking forward to it or was afraid, perhaps both.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, until the door, Dongma felt his heart beat faster, but finally the footsteps walked past the bathroom door, and the girl's heart was extremely complicated at that moment.

Disappointment, hope, relaxation... can't be described in words.

Alone, the self-defeating energy passed, and reason returned to the brain to take the upper hand. Dongma began to think about using that kind of thing to get angry with his mother. Is it really good to take revenge on his mother? Going to think about it again.

In the kitchen, Qianliu looked at the poor Shimei in the refrigerator. In addition to...a few boxes of milk, there were some eggs and tomatoes left, oh, and there were a few cans of meat inside.

That's right, Dongma doesn't like her mother's arrangements for her, or prefers a lonely atmosphere. She is a person who has "great people can't understand me".

Such a grievance, a girl who is out of date.

Soon, when Qianliu finished heating the milk and wanted to get something to eat, the noise in the bathroom disappeared.

After taking a bath, Dongma wore a pair of light blue denim shorts and a milky pine shirt, and the traces of the shoulder straps could be vaguely seen. She walked barefoot on the wooden floor and made a clicking sound.

"Hey, let's take a bath."

Dongma said to him with a cold expression.

"You can call me Hanasegawa."

Putting the milk on the table, Qianliu pointed to the noodles on the table: "Well, you just drink and eat nothing at night, try it when you're hungry, the taste shouldn't be too hard to swallow."

After he finished speaking, he entered the bathroom along the way Dongma came.

Watching his back disappear, Dongma's eyes shifted to the steaming noodles on the dining table. The bright red tomato sauce and the canned minced meat had distinct layers. The color and aroma could not be said to be outstanding.

Just after turning around and taking a step, Dongma hesitated for a moment, then regained his senses and sat down at the dining table again.

......"call!"

Lying in the warm water that Dongma used just now, Qianliu didn't have the heart to think about other things, the phone's battery was running out, and there was no way to inform everyone of Sakura Village.

The man took a bath very quickly, probably just a quick flush... It took less than half of Dongma's time, and after more than ten minutes Qianliu came out of the bathroom, wearing the bathrobe that Dongma had prepared in advance.

The girl's mouth was cold, but her heart was actually soft.

After coming out, he found that Dongma had put his soaked clothes into the washing machine, the machine made a slight humming sound, and when he approached the restaurant, the noodles on the table were clean, but he didn't know where he went.

Qianliu breathed a sigh of relief when he went to the phone in the corridor and called Sakurasou first to explain the situation.

Until I passed the stairs, I heard the faint sound of the piano from the stairs leading to the basement.

The footsteps paused, and then Qianliu went down the stairs. I have to say that the basement is soundproofed very well. If he went down through the circular stairs, if he hadn't had a keen sense of hearing, he might not have noticed it.

As the distance got closer, the sound of the piano entered the ear more clearly, different from the simple music in the school music room in the afternoon, listening to the sound of the piano, Qianliu seemed to see an early spring.

The leaves have budded, the flowers have grown buds, but the sporadic snowflakes are still there: gently falling, a person is walking alone in the vast snow, the snow is not very deep, this person is tilting his head slightly, looking at the distant woods , with a smile on his mouth.

When I walked into the woods, I saw a certain tree, I remembered the joy of climbing the tree and picking fruits with my friends in my childhood, I stood up, recalled the happy time, and then I continued to walk with a smile.

Walking gently, thinking of the beauty of childhood, sighing softly, feeling some regrets unconsciously, his heart is full of emotion, like lyricism, like contemplation, sighing at the passage of time, and sighing at the passage of time.

When I walked out of the woods and walked on the thin snow, my mood was not so relaxed, but became a little sad and melancholy.

Quietly stopping at the corner of the basement, Qianliu squinted slightly as he listened to the emotional, slightly sad sound of the piano. Unlike the etude that he played in the afternoon, there was already a tender and hazy emotion in this piece.

"Snow Dream" is the name of this piano piece.

It wasn't until the end of the song that Qianliu appeared from the corner: "So you are here."

Dongma looked up at him and said, "There is something.

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"No, I just came down and have a look."

Glancing at the various musical instruments in the basement, all of a sudden... come to the interest.

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Chapter [-] Piano and Guitar Ensemble

He hadn't touched the musical instrument for a while, and he suddenly had the illusion of itchy hands.

"The song "Dream of Snow" just now is good. If Yaozi... miss hears it, she will definitely recognize you."

Picking out a guitar, Qianliu tried to play it and said.

Dong Ma turned a page of the score and said, "You can also play other instruments"

Qianliu touched his chin and pondered: "I don't know as much as you, but I just picked a few kinds of musical instruments and learned it."

Piano, guitar, guzheng... There are also several unpopular musical instruments that Qianliu has practiced before, of course, steel is the most practiced.

Pluck the strings of the guitar, listen to the tone, and then adjust it again, making sure that it is barely satisfactory before stopping.

It hurts to just practice these few words.

After a few plucks, Qianliu started, Dongma temporarily stopped to play the piano and listened to his guitar.