Deep Pampering: The Black Emperor's Bone Erosion Lingering

Until, she could clearly see his flawless facial features.

On that beautiful face, the red lips were lightly pursed, his eyes were closed, and his slender fingers were pressing on the keyboard.

As if the water came naturally, a smooth musical note poured out from his fingertips like jingling spring water, which seemed to be an understatement, more like a long stream of water, which instantly awakened people's hearts.

Lanya shrugged. "Didn't this kid smash the piano in the summer when he was 17 years old, and swore he would never play again in his life? He broke the precept for her."

"I said he was crazy, but you just don't believe me..." Qin Shou rolled his eyes.

Holding the wine glass, Fu Hong tasted it carefully: "It's been a long time since I heard him play the piano, but today I've had a good time."

Can you say that Chang Mian is versatile?

His grandmother is an artist, and he has cultivated his genius in this area by being familiar with him since he was a child. Dance and music are his specialties without hard study; but when he was 17 years old, after his grandmother passed away, apart from grief, he Never touched the piano again, and vowed never to do so again.

In his words: he will only play the piano for one person in his life, and that woman is his grandmother.

But now, there is a second woman who makes him interested in playing.

As soon as the pen was written, the applause was covered by waves like water waves.

Chang Mian opened his eyes slightly, and his eyes quietly swept over everyone present, like a dragonfly on water, and finally the one who stopped his eyes was the elf who was so beautiful that he was shocked.

She just raised her head quietly and looked at him adoringly, and her eyes only stopped on him, as if he was the only one in her eyes.

Chang Mian smiled, "The following song, "Dream of Love", is for my woman, and I wish her a happy birthday."

But he was in no hurry to play.

"I heard that pianists nowadays like to use apples to bring forth new ideas and tricks. They haven't played the piano for many years, and suddenly they became interested. Which lady here, can you give me an apple?"

"Me!" Immediately another hand was raised.

However, when the eyes of other people came over, she shrank her neck with a whoosh, shifted the direction of her fingers, and pointed at Changshang as if she had made up for it: "Of course it's not me for such an opportunity. We should give it to you for such an opportunity." For the only birthday person tonight, right?"

The audience burst into laughter.

A waiter took an apple and stuffed it into Shangshang's hand.

Shangshang smiled embarrassedly, stepped onto the stage gracefully, and handed the glowing red apple to Chang Mian's hand.

There was a burst of sweetness in my heart.

Her clear eyes fell on his face without blinking.

The man's warm smile, the moment she handed him the apple, turned into the most beautiful scene.

He not only caught the apple, but also held her hand.

Even on those flamboyant hands, fell on his shallow kiss.

A click.

This lingering picture was permanently fixed on the photo, and even later turned into a huge oil painting, hanging in her room, so beautiful, the intersection of fairy tale princess and prince charming.

For countless days to come, she will always look at that oil painting obsessively, with ups and downs, endless nostalgia and emotion.

The beautiful piano sound sounded again.

Standing on the left side of the piano, Changshang looked at the silhouette of the man performing passionately, watched his fingers flying over the keys, and watched the apples flow smoothly across the keys. She seemed to have entered into the beautiful dream created by him. .