What is the Richest Man in Halongmen?

Thinking about how he would be in a dilemma at that time, Mingdu couldn't help but want to laugh, but he couldn't.

Finally, he grinned as if he had laughed.

Before Nightingale lost her memory, the relationship between the three was intricate.You can even write a complex essay question about who greened me and who I greened.

"very beautiful."

Nightingale commented.

"Want to go in and take a closer look?"

Mingdu asked.

"...No need. The doctor also said that it is only for brides at weddings. I don't need it."

"If you think it looks good, you can take a look."

What a ghost, Mingdu added another sentence.

"No."

Nightingale shook her head.

Mingdu didn't force it, but nodded and continued down the road.

In front is a piano shop.

There are various musical instruments hanging in the window.

Nightingale looked at the window and saw the violin hanging on the wall at a glance.

"...very familiar."

"what?"

Mingdu asked subconsciously.

"When I saw that instrument, I suddenly felt very familiar."

Ming did not speak.

"Doctor, can you play that kind of instrument?"

Nightingale used the affirmative question method.

"......meeting."

Mingdu told the truth and nodded.

"I don't know why, but as soon as I saw the instrument...the Doctor appeared holding the instrument. Did the Doctor ever play it to me?"

"Ah."

"What was my reaction at the time?"

Nightingale asked softly.

"...I don't know. Only you know."

"Really? I'd like to hear the Doctor play, okay?"

"......sure."

Mingdu only hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and nodded heavily.

Like Wanjun.

Mingdu brought Nightingale into this piano shop.

Mingdu was polite, and bought the best piano from the boss in an understatement.

Mingdu picked up the violin.

He has touched the strings countless times.

He has played countless tunes.

After coming to this world, this is his only entertainment.

Logically, he shouldn't panic.

However, at this moment, his hands trembled a little.

To relieve the pressure, he swallowed.

When he picked up the violin, Ming Du didn't know what song to play for a while.

Suddenly, Mingdu remembered the decorations he had just seen, nearing Christmas.

"...this is one of my favorite pieces."

Mingdu looked at Nightingale and said softly, "This song is called "Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence."

If it was someone else, be sure to ask who Mr. Lawrence was.

But Nightingale would not, she just quietly looked at Mingdu.

"I give it to you...Merry Christmas in advance, Nightingale."