My sweet wife won again

Chapter 468 Recalling Some Memories

I thought we could be very good friends.

In the end, it was just wishful thinking.

Feng Lingling felt inexplicably guilty, did she unknowingly hurt Bai Mojiu?

Feeling Lingling's sadness, Tian Muxin tried to comfort her and said: "Time can heal everything. When he comes out slowly, he will return to his original state."

"walk out?"

"Yeah, things like feelings will fade away over time."

The girl nodded, "I hope."

"I can tell, Lingling, you really want to be friends with him, right? After all, he is handsome and gentle, and in acting, he is still a senior, so he can help you."

"I feel so selfish."

"What's the matter? Why are you belittling yourself all of a sudden?"

Feng Lingling murmured, "Because you are right, I want to be friends with him, because he always helps me, enlightens me, and is a very beneficial friend to me."

"What does that have to do with selfishness?"

"Because it shouldn't be like this between friends, right? Since the first time we met in the bar, I have been helped by him, and I have never helped him..."

"It's all said to be friends, who cares about these?"

Tian Muxin laughed softly, and then said: "Lingling, don't put yourself in a bad trap."

"Hey, anyway, I'm feeling a little depressed now."

"Understood, if I had a good friend like Bai Mojiu and suddenly disappeared, I would be depressed."

is it?

Is it because of lost friends?
Feng Lingling's chest was a little stuffy, and she felt a little lost.

What kind of existence is Bai Mojiu to her?
From the first time they met, she felt that he looked familiar. Now, although she knew that they knew each other when they were children, she couldn't remember it.

Feeling is a very important existence...

After Hetian Muxin hung up the phone, she remembered that there was a white piano in the hall under the spiral staircase.

From a distance, it looks like a decoration to match the overall decoration of the apartment.

The girl approached and slowly opened the piano cover.

Lightly pressed a button, and a pleasant voice came.

"So it's a real piano," she said with a slight smile, "But I also know that Murong Chenghan is not short of money, so how could he put a fake one here?"

Sitting on a square white soft leather chair, Feng Lingling was wearing a loose light blue home clothes, and her long black hair was scattered casually.

A "Remembrance of Love" followed.

The piano score gradually came to mind, she remembered those notes, and a ray of sunshine...

Feng Lingling closed her eyes.

Along with the sound of the piano, some vague pictures appeared in her mind.

I saw a little boy about ten years old.

The sun was shining on exactly half of the boy's face.

He closed his eyes leisurely, his long eyelashes trembling like wings, his expression was gentle and peaceful.

His slender fingers deftly slid across the keys, and at this moment he seemed to be isolated from the world.

"Why did you run away when you saw me?" There seemed to be a slow voice coming to my ears, "Lingling, let me teach you how to play the piano, okay?"

"Okay." The girl playing the piano murmured to the voice in her head.

Not far away, Murong Chenghan, who had just put down his coat, looked at Feng Lingling tenderly.

Lingling used to be able to play the piano.

Just as he was thinking of this, he saw her eyes closed, switching from "Remembrance of Love" to "Twinkle Twinkle Twinkle".

After singing with a smile, she still closed her eyes and asked the air like a demon: "Brother Amo, do I sing well?"

(End of this chapter)