Bianjing female doctor has a melon-eating system

In the drizzle, a young man led a handsome piano player into Changning Square.

The violinist was in ragged clothes, pale and sickly. The most precious thing in his body was the mottled guqin. The boy in charge of purchasing happened to meet him. Thinking that there was still a vacancy for a guqin master in Changningfang, he took him back when he saw how pitiful he was.

The shop owner called her Aunt Yue, and she felt very unhappy when she saw that the servant had brought back a sick young man. He scolded the boy and glared at the piano player from time to time.

The violinist covered his mouth and coughed twice, then sat on the floor and set up the guqin. The flowing clouds and flowing water are completed in one breath, and the song "Autumn Moon in the Han Palace" is played to make people cry. Aunt Yue decided to keep the violinist on the spot and ordered someone to take good care of him.

The girls in Changningfang each have their own strengths, and each of them only has one talent that they are good at. Qinghe's dance is the most beautiful, but her piano is the worst in the studio. Aunt Yue worried a lot about this. In order to let Qinghe's piano skills be good, she found many piano teachers. The new piano player is the best, and Aunt Yue plans to let him teach Qinghe.

Qinghe can play the piano, although he is not a perfect piano player, he can barely listen. She didn't want to learn the piano, and she didn't want the sound to be tainted with luxury.

So when the violinist taught Qinghe for the first time, she sneaked away.

The double-petaled peach blossoms behind the small attic were dazzlingly red. Qinghe wore a red dress, found a low peach tree, climbed up and sat on the branch. The two are integrated into one, which cannot be found without looking carefully.

Aunt Yue couldn't find Qinghe, so she had no choice but to let the piano master go to rest. Of course, the violinist was very happy and found a leisurely place with his piano on his back. The place he went to was the peach blossom forest behind the small attic, and the place he sat was exactly under the tree where Qinghe sat.

The violinist was playing the piano, and before he finished the song, he heard a sweet laugh. A handkerchief fell down and fell into the luthier's arms.

The violinist looked up and saw Qinghe leaning on the tree and smiling at him. "Sir, he is the new violinist. He is a very good student."

The violinist blushed and said, "Girl, please don't...don't embarrass me."

Qinghe smiled and said teasingly: "Sir, please don't be humble. None of the girls in Changningfang can compare to you."

The violinist looked at her with shame and anger.

"Haha, sir, please don't stare at me like this, I'm afraid he will like me."

The violinist hurriedly looked away.

"Sir, you are shy." Qinghe snickered, "I am the student that you want to teach. I am Qinghe. Sir, we have a long way to go."

Qinghe jumped down slightly, looked at the piano master and said with a smile: "It's our first time meeting you, sir, would you like to break some peach blossoms for me?"

The piano master thought over and over again and picked the best large-petaled peach blossom for her.

Qinghe took it with both hands and murmured: "Sir, he forgot."

"Thank you, sir." Qinghe said quickly. The violinist was in a daze and looked at her blankly.

Qinghe smiled, looked at him tenderly, and said, "The flowers Mr. picked are beautiful."

After only two days, the peach blossoms in the vase were showing signs of decline. Qinghe reached out and tapped the few remaining petals, and said softly: "What a pity."

There were wisps of piano music drifting in, and what was playing was Oulu Wangji. The sound of the piano is indifferent, but it is mixed with endless sadness and is very strange.

After listening to half a stick of incense, Qinghe finally couldn't bear it anymore. She put on a gauze coat and walked out following the sound of the piano.

It was a peach forest with pink and white flowers. Qinghe saw the piano player leaning against the roots of the old peach tree at a glance. He wore a simple gray robe, and his hair was long and untied, hanging down to the ground.

There is no wind, and the petals fall slowly, fluttering like a butterfly with broken wings.

As he got closer, Qinghe saw clearly that his eyes were tightly closed. He frowned, pursed his lips, and lightly picked the strings with his slender fingers, revealing the thick calluses on his fingertips.

"If your heart is not at peace, don't play this kind of music." Qing He tightly grasped the handkerchief in his hand, and the corner of his mouth just raised a small arc, and then returned to his original coldness.

The violinist stopped playing with his fingers and slowly opened his eyes. His eyes are very beautiful, the kind of slightly round red phoenix eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, a petal fell on his long and curled eyelashes.

Qinghe leaned down and wanted to reach out to brush off the petals. The violinist leaned back violently, and Qinghe's hand just stopped in mid-air.

"Miss Qinghe, respect yourself." The piano master leaned stiffly against the tree, his hands pressed tightly on the strings, and his eyes looked straight ahead, never looking at Qinghe.

Qinghe looked at him blankly, and stood up straight after a while.

"I am Mr. Xinyue." Qinghe raised the corners of his mouth and looked at the piano master with a smile.

"Today is the second time we meet."

"I fell in love with you at first sight, and I fell in love with you again." Qinghe looked at the piano player with a smile, "You must be happy with me, you are just embarrassed to say it."

The violinist pursed his lips and sighed. He said: "Girl, please don't embarrass me."

"Sir, do you think my admiration for you is embarrassing?" Qinghe's voice sounded a little lonely.

The violinist was silent for a long time. "yes."

"Qinghe understands what the gentleman said." Qinghe bit his lip and quickly adjusted his mood. She brushed the broken hair around her ears and said to the violinist: "Sir, we have a long way to go. He will eventually understand my feelings for you."

Qinghe left slowly, and the violinist breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the old peach tree, closed his eyes and sighed.

In fact, the violinist had met Qinghe, but the violinist at that time had a distinguished status and there was no need to remember her.

At that time, Qinghe was not called Qinghe. She was still a carefree little girl, loved by her parents and doted on by her elder brother.

Just because of the frame-up by her enemies, Ruoda's family fell overnight, and she was reduced from a delicate girl to a dancer in a dance studio. That's how fate plays tricks on people.

The next day, Aunt Yue sent a little girl to invite Qinghe over. Qinghe was very worried. Sure enough, the violinist's injury was discovered.

Aunt Yue stared straight at Qinghe and said fiercely: "Girl Qinghe, don't get arrogant just because of your fame. We can't mess with the rules of Changningfang."

"Aunt Yue."

Aunt Yue raised her hand to stop Qinghe from talking.

"There is no room for maneuver on this matter."

Aunt Yue hated her for not arguing, "Girl Qinghe, how dare you offend the people of Prince Chen's palace? You still hurt someone for a little piano player."

Aunt Yue pointed to her face, "If it weren't for my old face, Aunt Yue, do you think you can still stay here well?"

"Aunt Yue." Qinghe shouted softly, tears falling down. "I also know that it's best to stay out of it, but I can't do it."

"Girl." Aunt Yue sighed and wiped the tears from her face. "I can see clearly, you are really stupid. That shabby luthier, apart from being good-looking, what else is good about him?"

Qinghe lay in her arms and remained silent.

Aunt Yue touched her hair and said, "Silly girl, isn't Prince Chen much better than him? He has money and power, and he treats you well, but his appearance is just a bit lacking."