Kuaiwen: Trust me! The boss is very gentle

Taking advantage of the good spring weather and a moment of leisure while the waiter went to get the piano, Zhou Jiangyan asked Shen Lan to hum a few lines of a ditty.

Shen Lan smiled and sang a few verses, then stopped when the male waiter brought the piano over. He set up the piano, took a gentle breath, and made a sound when his hands fell.

The sound of the piano flowed out from the fingers, and the brisk melody suddenly sounded in the Jiaofang Hall. It flows through the heart like a clear spring, clean and clear, making people relaxed.

After the song is over, the lingering sound lingers.

Zhou Jiangyan narrowed his eyes, smiled and floated to Shen Lan's side. He supported his body with his back hand and lazily picked up the silver string.

Bang~~ The simple yet melodious syllables are like the clouds and mist floating in the long river of history. The sound of the piano is long and melodious, drifting away with the wind.

Surprised that Zhou Jiangyan came to his side, Shen Lan looked back at Zhou Jiangyan. Suddenly she met his deep and ethereal eyes and was stunned.

Zhou Jiangyan smiled and straightened up.

Just when Shen Lan thought he was going to play the piano too and stood up to give way, Zhou Jiangyan's hand came up from behind him and touched the piano.

Shen Lan was frightened and stunned, because this posture looked too much like Zhou Jiangyan holding him. He was so stiff that he didn't dare to move, so he was carefully held in Zhou Jiangyan's arms, glancing at him from time to time.

As if sensing something strange about Shen Lan, Zhou Jiangyan asked in a warm voice, "What's wrong with Shen Shuoguang?"

After saying that, he was about to take his hand back.

Shen Lan didn't know why, but he quickly shook his head. He glanced at Zhou Jiangyan quietly and said quickly: "Go back to your highness, your servant is fine..."

A faint fragrance surrounded his body, and his face felt a little warm. Shen Lan felt confused and looked at Zhou Jiangyan again.

Your Highness the Queen is worthy of being Your Highness the Queen. This face is truly stunning to the nation...

Zhou Jiangyan chuckled lightly, and plucked the strings with his jade fingers. The crisp sound seemed to remind Shen Lan: "Then Shen Shuoguang, would you like to hear a piece of music from me?"

Shen Lan's eyes lit up, she came back to her senses, nodded, and said: "I am honored to be honored..."

The slow sound of the piano accompanied by the breeze opened Shen Lan's heart, as if a clear spring began to flow slowly in Shen Lan's world and dispersed in all directions. The streams, large and small, are so clear that they are looming.

The sound of nature lingered in Shen Lan's ears, and gradually, he became obsessed.

The sound of the piano flows and begins to change its tone.

He was telling a story, which was too long to be read at a glance. In that eternal story, there is a person who plays with time and leaves his history everywhere.

The sadness between his brows made Zhou Jiangyan even more mysterious. The sound of his piano was far away, but lingered around Shen Lan.

An unknown piece of music, from light and simple to simple and heavy, as smooth as silk. The story of vicissitudes of life is recited softly, and the understatement makes people have a long aftertaste.

The breeze blows through the water, the sound of the piano stops, and everything is silent.

As if the pause button had been pressed, Shen Lan was still in another world. The bridge and flowing water were still reflected in his eyes, but the birds had already begun to sing.

After Zhou Jiangyan's call came back to his senses, Shen Lan still had a melody echoing in his mind. He smiled brightly, his eyes sparkling a little.

"Your Highness the Queen..." His voice was still a little erratic, "The piano skills of my young servant are not as good as those of Your Highness. Your Highness's piano skills..."

After thinking for a long time, Shen Lan couldn't think of a suitable adjective, so he could only say softly: "I am deeply involved in the art of piano."

Zhou Jiangyan put away the look in his eyes, smiled as if he was mocking himself, shook his head and said, "No, I didn't like to play the piano before. It's just because when I was learning the piano when I was young, my husband once said... the sound of the piano is harsh."

The voice was very magnetic, and it made Shen Lan's heart tremble a little.

"I haven't touched the harp since then, and the master refused to let me do it until I entered the palace. However, the sound of the harp still makes people feel unhappy..."

Zhou Jiangyan lowered his eyes, and the ink-like blue hair lightly crossed the thin vermilion lips. It was vaguely unclear, but it also made Zhou Jiangyan look extremely thin.

He was fragile and precarious in this breeze.

"it's not true!"

The aftertaste was still lingering in Shen Lan's heart, and his voice was a little higher, causing ripples in the lake in his heart.

"The music played by Your Highness the Queen is the most beautiful sound I have ever heard! I...!"

Halfway through, Shen Lan choked. He seemed to have forgotten to call himself "Little Attendant" just now. He knew that this was a taboo in the palace, and the title had to be clearly defined.

He froze and his voice stopped abruptly. He bit his lower lip and looked at Zhou Jiangyan, wondering if he was angry.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Jiangyan didn't seem to hear the mistake in Shen Lan's sentence. He raised his eyes, and the water in his beautiful and narrow eyes was rippling.

"This is true," he said with a slight smile on his lips, and his voice was just right and gentle, "I haven't touched the piano for three years. Today, I got a whim because of the wonderful sound of Shen Shuoguang."

Shen Lan pursed her lips, nodded, with a somewhat reserved expression, and said in a coo, "Then Your Highness is a unique genius."

Zhou Jiangyan chuckled softly and said calmly: "There is no heart in the mountains, but there is love in the flowing water. Where is the genius? It's just that the high mountains and flowing water meet a close friend."

Shen Lan's lips parted slightly, and he was stunned, staring blankly at Zhou Jiangyan's smile. It's more elegant than winter snow, more brilliant than spring flowers, like the breeze of summer, and even sweeter than the freshness of autumn.

"Bosom friend..." He chewed these two words repeatedly, broke them up, crushed them, and finally swallowed them, "I understand."

"You and me, soulmate."