Top Giants: Rebirth of the Black-Bellied Wife

"Where did he leave the imperial capital?" In the quiet piano room, only Leng Yiyao's voice faintly sounded. Her gaze fell on the keyboard, seeming to just ask casually. Teacher Qin's face changed slightly, and finally, he shook his head helplessly: "I don't know very well, he just asked me to take care of you."

M's identity is too special, and only a few people knew it back then. Now, those who know the details are either dead or never speaking again. She really doesn't want to involve this little girl in danger.

What's more, she really doesn't know where M is going. After leaving, he just entrusted her to take care of Leng Yiyao and avoid possible dangers as much as possible.

As she is getting older, she has gradually lost her mind about the past over the years. Now that she is not performing on stage, it is not a good thing to be a piano teacher.

"In that case, let's start." Leng Yiyao measured the probe, and Deng Ying showed her face, drawing a calm smile.

What exactly is M's identity? In fact, she has vaguely guessed. However, now that everyone is talking, there is no need to hide the head and show the tail. Originally, Shengde High School stipulated that there should be club activities. Now that she has chosen, she simply doesn't bother to change.

Besides, for now, M is indeed protecting her.

Since the purpose is clear, why bother to pursue his methods, after all, he wants to return to the imperial capital, right?

When the two women looked at each other and smiled, M didn't know how it would be when Teacher Qin and Leng Yiyao became teachers and students in the true sense.

Now, in the dark night, he is standing in a wilderness and deep mountains.

The extremely cold temperature difference stained this highland with white snow and frost. He has silver hair, draped around him, and a white fox cloak is casually put on behind him, standing between the heaven and the earth, as if it blends with it. There were no obstacles in the silver eyes, and he stared at this piece of land quietly.

Here, there is no light, no fire, everything is shining starlight to see the way ahead and the boundlessness.

From the imperial capital to here, it is actually very far away, as if not in the same country, but very close, clearly, as long as you want, you can get there by air in one day.

M lowered his head and glanced at his palm. It was not that he was unwilling to come, but was haunted by dreams. Too much of the past had blocked his footsteps.

Leaving the imperial capital this time, his first destination was not here, on the contrary, it was a city far away from here. There is the madness that the people of this world have chased for a long time, and it is a magic capital that makes people addicted once they step into it. Beautiful and wonderful.

For men, it is a supreme and beautiful enjoyment. Approximately, it is the extreme desire of any ordinary man in this world.

The most beautiful dancer, the most lingering love, if you want, there can satisfy all your hopes.

From this point of view, his "relatives" are actually very good to him, so good that they are willing to offer all the enjoyments that men in this world like with both hands.

He smiled coldly, and a sneer flashed in his calm and unwavering eyes, his eyes winding along the snow-white ground all the way, gradually looking into the distance.

That posture was solemn and peaceful, strong and shocking, and seemed to instantly become the **** of this world.

The wind, Ling Ran's icy cold, hit his face, like a needle piercing his skin, making his whole body painful. He lowered his eyes, but smiled slightly...

Those brawny men in black who had been "protecting" his whereabouts on weekdays, at this moment, one by one hanging upside down on the branches beside him, with terrifying and desperate expressions on his faces, as if he hadn't had time to resist, he had lost his voice. Looking hollowly at M's back, it seemed that when he died, he didn't know how it would end like this. Judging from their bodies that have gradually lost their body temperature and become stiffer, they are all killed by one move without warning.

"What are you doing?" On the deserted white mountain, there was a voice of vicissitudes and aging. The voice of the speaker seemed to be nostalgic and sighing, full of incredibleness. Obviously it should be a question, but when he blurted it out, it seemed to become self-questioning and self-answering again, as if he didn't expect M to respond at all. So, after only saying this, he fell into silence again.

In the weird environment, the storm is rising and the snow is spreading. He looks around clearly and can't see anyone, but M doesn't seem surprised that someone will suddenly speak.

He raised his head and looked at the sky densely covered with stars. There was no change in the expression on the face of the people behind him being killed one by one. Only when the old man's voice fell just now, the surroundings seemed to respond, and there were many more voices in an instant.

"Sa Sa—Sa Sa—"

It was the sound of struggling forward in the snow, the sound of footsteps touching the thick snowflakes on the ground, slowly approaching him. In this dark night, it looked extremely gloomy. In less than a moment, he was surrounded by groups.

He didn't even turn his head back, but his eyes fell quietly into the scenery in front of him, as if they were arousing something, and as if they were calming down.

"Boom"——

Finally, there was a sound of footsteps behind him at the same time. I don't know how many people fell to their knees at the same time and knelt together. The thick snow almost covered the small half of their bodies, but the expressions on their faces were very peaceful: "After eight years, you are finally back."

M suddenly turned around and looked at the group of people who had become one with the snow, his eyes flowed slightly, the expression that was originally called a cold and freehand expression, for a moment, seemed to break the ice.

His face finally showed a **** color, and it was no longer invisible to any emotional fluctuations.

The line of sight flicked across the face of the kneeling man, and finally fell on the old man who was kneeling on the nearest place.

For a long time, he rushed over in a swift stride, and helped the old man up: "I thought you were all gone..."

No matter how prosperous you are, there are always places and people in the world where your soul belongs.

For him, the hustle and bustle of the imperial capital is just a prison. He has long been disgusted. Only the person in front of him, the person in front of him who is integrated with the world, can truly find peace in his soul. .

It's like walking all the way on a dark road, through the middle of the night, through despair, and finally, I saw a trace of clarity.

"Just come back, just come back." The old man patted his palm and seemed to be smiling. With such a cold outdoor temperature, when the palms of the two of them intertwined, it was warm as spring.

All the kneeling people smiled warmly at the same time, stood up, rushed up, surrounded by M, as if the missing piece of soul was finally found back, repaired, and intact.

The northern sky lit up slightly, and that was the kind smile of the brightest stars in the sky.

In this vast land, abandoning the disputes and past of the empire, M has smiled like a lost child for the only time in so many years.

At the same time, Leng Yiyao ended the first special piano class.

The difference between a pianist and a player is the same as the difference between heaven and earth. The latter is just getting started, while the former is already at its peak.

Teacher Qin’s class seems simple and easy to understand, but it integrates all the profound thoughts and emotions and the skills that are difficult to express. It has to be said that it is completely different from the first time that the music played in front of many elective students. .

This is a sincere desire to give her precious things to her, so she doesn't hide her privately.

Leng Yiyao knew that her physical skills still existed. After all, the Leng family had hired many famous teachers to train Leng Yiyi since she was a child. At that time, she was incidentally attached, and took classes together to cultivate her sentiment. Nowadays, in front of real everyone, no matter how good the qualifications are, she will find that without high-intensity performance training, her distance from the pianist is more than a little bit.

Fortunately, she didn't care about it, just to pass the time. Teacher Qin still speaks softly with an unrelenting attitude. After a class, the two got along quite harmoniously.

When they said goodbye and left the school, a car that had been waiting for a long time at the school gate suddenly honked its horn.

Looking back, Zhai Mu got out of the car, smiled at her, and gently waved.

Leng Yiyao glanced at the license plate and couldn't help but smile deeply...

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Dear friends, it was 11 o'clock when I went home because of a temporary incident at my work unit last night. The space available for uploading this chapter in the morning is limited, and there will be another update at 9:30 in the evening.