The male god pretends to be deep, 100 misses

Chapter 458 475: Just thinking of you will make you sad (7)

The sound of the music was melodious, and the score he chose was extremely brisk, but it hit Song Manxi's heart directly, making her dare not even breathe too heavily.

The person in front of her is the white moonlight in her heart, and it has always been, no matter it was many years ago or many years later.

And the music played by his hands made her even more addicted and loved.

Now, all of this has become a thing of the past, but no matter how incongruous the music is, it looks terrible to outsiders.

Song Manxi still felt that no matter what tone it changed into, it was still the same as it was seven or eight years ago.

She didn't bother, just stood there quietly, watched quietly, and listened quietly to the piano sound he played, which might pierce the eardrums.

He hadn't touched the piano in seven or eight years. Even when he was giving lectures with Qin Zixia, Jun Xiao was on the sidelines giving advice, trying to avoid the opportunity to touch the piano.

It’s hard to say that it’s unfamiliar, because these scores have never been forgotten in his mind, maybe this is also his obsession.

If, if...those things hadn't happened back then, he might not be who he is now. He didn't need to fall into the business world, but just used as a signboard for the Jun family to show off.

He doesn't have to intrigue and scheme with people in the business circle against his will, even if he doesn't have a loved one by his side.

He will also wander the world alone.

However, this is only the person he wanted to be at first, but now, he has become the person he once hated the most.

Jun Xiao's slender fingers were still dancing on the piano keys. He closed his eyes and quietly felt all the sounds of discord.

It was as if seven years ago, he was on a strobe stage, the lights were hitting him, and he was wearing a glamorous tuxedo.

The people in the audience were silent, whether they understood his piano or not, but his audience was listening.

And he seemed to be still the Jun Xiao surrounded by halos, as if he was still the famous "Jun", and the girl in front of him was the girl he wanted to engrave in his heart the most.

The music crossed the most joyful part, turned to the end, and has slowly become lower, and the notes are nailed to the keys one by one.

Jun Xiao put away his right hand again, and only used his left hand to play the ending. Slowly, the last note fell.

He stopped his movements, but one hand was still on the piano, and an inexplicable sadness exuded from his whole body.

The shadows under his eyes were still deep, but his breathing was very calm, as if he had gotten used to it.

I'm used to admitting that my hands are useless, I'm used to admitting that I can't go back to the past, I'm used to admitting that all this has become a dream.

He lowered his head slightly, and silently put his left hand back into his pocket, where Song Manxi couldn't see, trembling sadly, even his fingertips were inexplicably tingling.

What broke his sorrow was an echoing applause that seemed to penetrate from the depths of old times, tearing open the darkness, breaking through barriers, and hitting his heart.

Jun Xiao raised his head sideways in disbelief. The girl in front of him, whose eyes were red at some point, was still clapping tenaciously.

Song Manxi mustered up her courage and looked straight at him without any cowardice: "Brother Jun Xiao, can I tell you something from my heart?"

Jun Xiao looked at her with deep eyes, but there was an unspeakable anger in the cold pool.

(End of this chapter)