The scumbag's little ancestor hasn't fallen off the horse

Chapter 188 His Resonance
The lyrics of "Cool Moon" are not tragic, but sadness has always been the keynote throughout the front, but it appears melodious and joyful at the end, and finally there is a lingering sound, which makes people think about the ending.

She didn't consider so many thoughts and feelings, she just created them and let the listener feel them.

"This song is really nice." Feng Zhiting once again praised in front of her.

"Are you playing this song on a loop?" Fu Xiuyao asked with a slight frown.

"En." Feng Zhiting nodded slightly, and added at the end, "I have listened to all the songs you sent me before, and they are also very nice, but I think the emotion of this song can resonate with me."

resonance?

"What resonance does it have?" She felt that someone like Feng Zhiting would not have the same resonance as her. Her emotions were actually very complicated, and she couldn't even tell what it was like.

Feng Zhiting lowered his eyes slightly, but did not express his inner thoughts.

He felt that this resonance was born from his heart, and it was difficult to describe it in words.

Looking at his tall body, she wondered what his past would be?

The feeling Feng Zhiting gave her was very simple, but very mysterious.

His routine is simple, his hobbies are simple, and his emotions are only indifferent, but his behavior and past reveal a mysterious flavor.

The original 400 million news told her that Feng Zhiting appeared in Country M 11 years ago, and it was at the place where she escaped and was captured by those people.

He was also a teenager at the time, with the appearance of a countryman, and there were several strong bodyguards around him. This is the news from the x intelligence organization.

Now Lin Feng has entered the X intelligence organization to help her re-investigate, but the result has not yet been given.

At the end of the song, the automatic loop playback made "Cool Moon" sound again. She listened to the familiar beginning, her heart was complicated.

This person can't play this song all day, can he?
Listening to her own voice from seven years ago, she still felt a little awkward.

"How did you write this song?" Feng Zhiting was enjoying the song with his eyes closed, but suddenly opened his eyes and asked.

She thought for a while, "I was very complicated at the time, and I was a little irritable, so I wrote it down."

"But there is no sense of turmoil in the song, everything is in harmony."

"Yes, I went back and forth and revised it many times, using several instruments to try which expression is the most comfortable for people to listen to."

Feng Zhiting remembered that this song was released seven years ago, what did she experience seven years ago that made her write this song?

She couldn't help but think about the past, her eyes narrowed unconsciously, and her right hand clenched slightly.

She shook her head, trying to make herself forget about these troublesome things.

Now those people can no longer control her, and that person still relies on the medicine she developed.

"Let's drink tea." Feng Zhiting thought of the good tea outside, which he specially brought, including the tea sets, which were carefully prepared.

"It's not good to drink when it's cold."

"En." Fu Xiuyao walked outside, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a white piano standing in the next room with the open door. The piano was white and elegant, like an elegant goddess waiting quietly.

"You still have a piano here?" She was slightly surprised, because she knew that Feng Zhiting didn't like music, which didn't fit his elegant image at all.

In her memory, these people who like to read books, play chess and think like music, especially piano music.

Although this is a stereotype, Feng Zhiting is indeed one of the outliers, he has no interest in music, he only likes a quiet environment.

So she was surprised that he played his favorite "Cool Moon" on loop, and could understand that he only played the resonant "Cool Moon" and no other songs of hers.

Feng Zhiting glanced at the piano, looked away disinterestedly, and said calmly, "This belongs to Wen Shaoquan."

(End of this chapter)