Fast Transmigration Master God Recycling Plan

Han Liwan's mother died of depression, and the last thing left to him was an ebony guqin.But some time ago, a thief who specialized in collecting guqin made his mind on this guqin. Even though he found it at that time, he couldn't prevent the guqin from being stolen.

Afterwards, he found out that the thief was staying in Jiangcheng now, and he made such a stunt in order to lure the thief out.

Although I guessed that the other party had some difficulties to make this appearance, but hearing it with my own ears, I still couldn't help but want to sigh.Liu Wangcheng couldn't help but raised his eyes and took another look at the man in front of him. Compared with his usual black clothes, he was a little colder and less hostile now.

He had seen Han Liwan's hands, slender and powerful, but they were hands holding a sword, not hands playing the piano.

"This violin is ebony wood that my father found from many places, and it was made for my mother by himself, which is of great significance."

Under the moonlight, Han Liwan's voice was a little ethereal, and his eyes were dark, wondering if he remembered the past.Liu Wangcheng felt that the other person's experience was far more than that. There seemed to be many curious things hidden in this man, like a bright spot that attracted him to reach out...

His father obviously loved his mother, so how could his mother die of depression?

And his facial paralysis and taciturn character, it can't be born, right?

Perhaps the atmosphere at that time was really rare and harmonious, Liu Wangcheng said softly, "If you don't dislike it, I will play a song for you when my hand is ready." Although he is proficient in music theory, he would not easily take it out.

His piano is only for confidantes, only for close relatives.

What is cold night?Maybe even Liu Wangcheng himself couldn't figure it out, and wanting to play for the other party was just a momentary idea.He should have been excited about this precious guqin, but now he only hoped that the other party could take this precious object back properly.

Han Liwan looked at the other party's clear eyes, and replied softly, "Okay."

Then Liu Wangcheng went back to the other courtyard. It would be better for him not to get involved in such things as catching robbers.He is still very self-aware if he has no martial arts skills, if he is slowed down, it will be... very embarrassing...

In the next few days, he returned to his previous state. Liu Wangcheng continued to heal his wounds and occasionally watched Han Li Wan practice his sword.The difference is that now he doesn't have to worry about disturbing the other party, so he quietly walks away, and directly sits in the pavilion drinking tea and enjoying the sword.

Han Liwan is still facial paralyzed and reticent, and Liu Wangcheng is more often talking about it.He could talk about the delicacies of Linzhou and the beauties of Jiangzhou, but Han Liwan didn't seem to be very interested in the topic of beauties, so he talked more about anecdotes about Linzhou.

"I was lucky enough to meet Qinglei once."

Then Liu Wangcheng's chatter stopped immediately, he blinked and then rushed to Han Liwan's side in surprise, "You are serious! I always thought that the name Qinglei could only be heard in rumors... "

The distance between the two is so close that you can almost feel the faint smell of grass on each other's body, and the warm body temperature is transmitted through the thin clothes.Han Liwan felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't move, he just let the opponent's breath invade his own domain.

It took a while before he said in a voice without ups and downs, "My friend got it by accident many years ago."

Qinglei is the name of the zither, because its material and range are wider than ordinary zithers, and it is more suitable for playing magnificent songs, so it is named Qinglei.Liu Wangcheng learned about it by chance while chatting with his classmates in the academy, so he has been thinking about it all the time, and now he has the opportunity to meet him, so naturally he can't give up.

"Can you take me to meet your friend? I just want to see, if, if I can play a song..." He just raised his head like this, his eyes full of pleading and eagerness.

"Okay." Han Liwan's words were still simple and without ups and downs.

But this word brought the relationship between the two closer.

Han Liwan knew far more things than Liu Wangcheng, although he kept a low profile and stayed at Hanshui Villa for nothing.But when he was young, he finally gained fame in the world with a cold water sword, walked through famous mountains and rivers, and met heroes from all walks of life.

Since the topic of Qinglei started, the way of getting along between them has become Liu Wangcheng pestering him to ask some secrets about the world.They were all rumors he had heard in Linzhou, some were true and some were false, and some were exaggerated.

Although Han Liwan's face was paralyzed, he never showed any signs of impatience or boredom.Just quietly listening to his babbling, occasionally saying a few words or explaining.

Ten or so days had passed in such a peaceful day, and Liu Wangcheng, who hadn't slept at night, was sitting on the edge of the bed with his clothes on and reading the piano score by candlelight.This is the only fragment I found from rummaging through boxes and cabinets in Han Liwan's study room. It is not a particularly famous piece of music, but as long as it is a qin piece, it is worth studying.

Ben raised his eyes by accident, and from the corner of his eye, he saw a black figure standing under the long corridor outside the window. He stood up and walked to the door, and saw Han Liwan carrying something like a burden with a gloomy expression.

Liu Wangcheng had never seen Han Liwan so frightening. Although he usually had no expression on his face and would have a hostile look when practicing swords, he had never seen such a strong killing intent in his eyes.

But since Han Liwan was able to walk to his door, he didn't think he would lose his mind.Walking up to him and tentatively calling his name, Han Liwan still didn't respond.

After changing several names, there was still no response. Liu Wangcheng had a headache, and then he called out again, "Xiao Wan...?" Then he saw that the expression that had been rigid all this time loosened a bit.

Liu Wangcheng was a little pleasantly surprised, he tried to pull the opponent's hand, but it was cold.I don't know what Han Liwan went through to become what he is now, but the reason is not important anymore, he just walked into the room holding the other's hand like this.

After letting him sit on the chair, Liu Wangcheng wanted to finish making ginger tea for him.But Han Liwan grabbed his hand in turn, and when he raised his head to look at him, his eyes were full of confusion and pain.

Liu Wangcheng was a little helpless, because he was used to not having a maid in his yard, so it was difficult to get a bowl of ginger tea now.He poured a cup of warm tea with his other free hand, and then passed it to Han Liwan's lips.

Han Liwan also cooperated to finish the whole cup of tea.

Exhaling lightly, Liu Wangcheng stood up and carefully stretched out his hand to take the cold water in his hand.

The result was surprisingly smooth, but when it came to the burden, Han Liwan grabbed his wrist violently, and looked at him with a pair of sharp eyes.

Liu Wangcheng tried his best to keep his tone as soft as possible, "I'm not trying to take your things, but it's already late, and I think you need to rest."

Han Liwan's condition was so wrong that he could only hold his hand and bring him to the bed.Then he resigned to his fate and helped him untie his belt, and when taking off his coat, he had to take care of his bag so that he couldn't move, which really made him sweat all over.

It was hard for him to lie on the bed, but the man held his hand firmly.Gritting his teeth, Liu Wangcheng could only lie down on the bed together, and then they lay side by side on the bed like this.

When he was almost drowsy, Han Liwan suddenly said in a low voice, "The piano is ruined, all... all are ruined..."

When Leng Buding heard such a sentence, Liu Wangcheng suddenly regained his energy. He stood up and saw Han Liwan muttering to himself in a trance.

During this period of time, he was tracking down the whereabouts of the robber and recovering his mother's belongings.

The so-called Qin was destroyed, did he mean that his mother's relics were destroyed?But what does it mean to be ruined? With Han Liwan's character, even if it is the last thing left by his mother, it shouldn't be...

But Liu Wangcheng had no way to directly ask about this kind of thing, it was like digging out an old wound again, it was too cruel.

He could only tightly hold the cold palm, put his head on his shoulder and said slowly, "It won't be destroyed, it will definitely not be destroyed, as long as you believe in it, you can do it."