Weak beauty o dribbling the ball to find his wife

Shui Yingyu takes Mu Xing to the concert hall to listen to Guqin performances.

Because there are friends who are pregnant with children, it is said that the doctor will recommend listening to some soothing music, which is beneficial to the baby and mother.

It just so happened that her idol's tour came here, so it's not hard to get tickets in her capacity.

Shui Yingyu's idol is a guqin player who is a famous teacher and the favorite student of a contemporary master.

Leaving aside the first encounter or anything else, she is currently in the stage of a secret crush. The goddess' glance can also make the innocent little fish hold his beating heart and slow down for a long time.

Mu Xing and Shui Yingyu were the last ones to take their seats, because Shui Yingyu repeatedly adjusted her clothes, touched up her makeup, and stopped hesitantly when she stepped on the line and was about to start.

In the hall, more than [-] people sat sparsely in two circles. The two sat in the middle of the first row, very close to the goddess. Shui Yingyu was even more excited, and didn't even notice the dazedness of the little sister beside her.

Mu Xing was led by his cousin to sit on the stool all the way, and most of the people around him were dressed formally, sitting upright, with serious expressions, and the atmosphere was very serious.

Kind of scary.

She looked up to the stage, and there was a taller sister in white sitting on a slightly higher stone platform, with a tall figure and a light expression in her eyes, like a wisp of white mist slowly rising above a teacup in cold winter.

She first looked at the two people's positions, and quickly looked away, playing the piano with lowered eyes, the music rose and jumped, like a clear spring in the mountains, tinkling.

Accompanied by the music, Mu Xing knocked on the door of dusty memory, and vaguely saw the scene through the crack of the door.

It can't be seen clearly, it seems that you are facing a high-rise building at night, looking up and seeing the stars above your head, as if you can reach out to pick them up, but they are really far away in the sky.

The alpha who played the music was Jing Ying, who was born in a musical family. She played the bamboo flute for generations. She was probably an imperial musician. She was influenced by the nobles in the palace.

In Jingying's generation, they abandoned the bamboo flute and turned to the guqin, saying that they liked the gentle and cool sound of the guqin like jade, and gave up the resources at home to seek out teachers.

Fortunately, she is very talented and hard-working. She has won all the awards she can get when she is three years old to 30 years old.

Mu Xing had seen her before. When she was young, not long after she became a teacher, she traveled with her master to collect materials and passed by Shuangshui Town.

Just passing by, they didn't even stop in their footsteps. They walked on the ancient streets across the entire town, dressed in white clothes, and headed eastward.

At that time, Mu Xing happened to be passing by holding Shen Shen's hand, and passed by them. He was wearing shabby gray cloth clothes, facing the west of the setting sun, which was a sharp contrast.

At that time, Mu Xing didn't know whether the emotions that filled his heart were jealousy or admiration, maybe there were envy and unwillingness, and they all turned into helplessness in the end.

Looking at it now, even the memory has been lost in the distance, only a vague shadow can be seen in the distance.

She only remembered the fluttering white sleeves and the inviolable Lengxiang like a fairy. The other party lowered his eyes and saw the child in the shabby clothes, pursing his lips and smiling slightly.

Mu Xing bowed his head and walked away quickly with an unclear mood. Not long after, he heard the sound of Lingling piano outside the town, spreading outwards, enveloping everyone, bringing peace and tranquility unhurriedly.

Mu Xing led Shen Chen to sit on the grass, and suddenly asked, "Aren't children like us really dirty?"

Even she herself thought the question was ridiculous after she finished speaking.

The older sister in the white dress shouldn't be sitting on the grass after the rain, let the rain wet the corner of her clothes, and shake her head indifferently like her.

Shen Shen looked at her, as if he didn't understand the dejected meaning in the words.

Just to vent, Mu Xing stretched out his other hand to rub the lamb's head, dumbfounded.

The sheep and sheep are still very clean.

At this moment, Mu Xing, who has forgotten this memory, listens to the familiar melody in his ears, and vaguely sees a looming figure in the mist.

But I can't figure it out, and the more I think about it, the more I get a headache.

The sound of the zither was exciting and soothing, and everyone was intoxicated by it. Mu Xing felt that something was about to sprout in his head, like a bamboo shoot in early spring, which would surely be like a bamboo shoot in the future.

Why would you forget that memory?

Seven or eight years old is not enough to forget everything.

Unable to figure out the reason, she hovered in the vortex of memory like a bewilderment. She saw the real world gradually blurred, and the spring bamboo shoot in her head gradually disappeared into the soil.

No one noticed Mu Xing's strangeness, everyone was immersed in the wonderful music, including Shui Yingyu, immersed in her goddess beauty and amazing piano skills.

His body trembled violently, his mind went blank, his hands were twisted together unknowingly, and there were pinch marks on the back of his hands.

Recently the onset is not very frequent, this time it seems menacing.

Mu Xing bit his lip and tried not to make an uncomfortable sound, his breathing became heavier little by little, hovering on the verge of suffocation.

Zheng——

Jing Ying in white and Mu Xing in gray looked at each other. When their eyes met, accompanied by the music in their ears, a sudden clear stream poured in, pushing the stagnant heart to flow again.

this sister......

Mu Xing's eyes were filled with tears, and he could only see the white figure of the other party in his blurred vision. His movements of playing the piano were graceful, like flowing clouds and flowing water, and there was a faint breeze in every movement.

She stared blankly at the performer, and together with Shui Yingyu, they were the only two people in the audience who stared at the luthier without hesitation.

Jing Ying had a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, but was not angry at their rudeness.

She even recognized Mu Xing at a glance. She is a very cute little sister. At first glance, she has changed a lot compared to ten years ago, but through those dark eyes, she can see that everything inside has not changed in any way.

After the performance, people packed up their things and left one after another. Only Shui Yingyu sat upright and pulled Mu Xing by the way, showing no signs of leaving.

"Xing Xing, my cousin and sister Jing have a few words, please Xing Xing to wait for a while, okay?"

After listening to the performance, Mu Xing was completely stupid, he nodded in a daze, stood up with his sore waist, walked around and moved his body.

Jing Ying walked down from the stone platform, "Little fish."

Shui Yingyu responded with red ears, and lowered her hands shyly, quite innocently.

"That's your sister?" Jing Ying sat beside her, bringing a cool fragrance.

Shui Yingyu couldn't hold back, and slowed down his breathing abnormally, seriously feeling that the two of them shared the same piece of air.

"Ah. Hmm. My cousin, isn't she cute? The stars are so cute."

Shui Yingyu turned back to look at Mu Xing who was strolling leisurely. The little girl walked to the place where the piano was placed in the back, and opened her eyes curiously to look carefully one by one. The harp hummed obediently.

It's fun.

The smile on her face deepened, and she was as happy as a child. She plucked the string again, and a melody of a little star popped out.

"Your sister...?" The relaxed smile on Jing Ying's face gradually disappeared, "Have you ever learned the piano?"

"Ah? No way? I don't know." Shui Yingyu didn't understand why the goddess was interested in this question, but who made this goddess, she waved to Mu Xing, "Xing Xing."

"Hey." Mu Xing hurriedly withdrew his hand and turned to stand upright, tilting his head, "Cousin?"

Shui Yingyu was successfully led away, proudly said to Jing Ying: "Isn't my sister super cute?"

Jing Ying nodded, "It's very cute."

She looked at Mu Xing and asked, "Xing Xing can play Guqin?"

In her impression, Mu Xing probably doesn't know how to play the piano, a precarious child, how can he have the time to learn this kind of hobby among rich people.

Facing Jing Ying's question, Mu Xing was stunned for a while.

This elder sister...call her Xing Xing, with such a gentle tone, it is like the breeze of spring in late winter, blowing away the frost all over the ground, it is not as hot as scorching summer.

"No, no, no..."

She doesn't know this kind of music that looks so elegant, like a child standing outside a shop window, full of yearning for the inside, but unable to take a step inside.

"That just now?" Jing Ying was a little excited and stood up abruptly, "The song just now?"

Shui Yingyu slumped on the back of the chair and looked at the tall and straight figure of the goddess, feeling a little strange about her slightly excited reaction.

The last time I saw her expression on picking up a big treasure was when she got the number one Qin Liuying three years ago.

Mu Xing didn't understand the reason for the other party's reaction, and felt a little inferiority and awe for this fairy-like sister, so he pushed back helplessly, and leaned against the edge of the piano platform.

"That's...a nursery rhyme."

She often hums to Ya Ya, which is Ya Ya's favorite song.

"Haven't you learned it?"

Jing Ying walked up to her and stroked the qin just now. It was one of his early collections. It was not bad, and the price was probably in the seven figures. He hadn't played it for a long time since he had Liu Ying.

Mu Xing replied with a "hmm" in a low voice.

After Jing Ying got acquainted with the piano, he flicked out a melody at random, pressed the strings and stopped, then looked up at her.

"Can Xingxing try to play that paragraph just now?"

why not?

Isn't it simple?

Mu Xing played the exact same melody with a question mark on his head, even the pause time of each note was almost exactly the same.

Shui Yingyu didn't understand what the two of them were doing.

Jing Ying held Mu Xing's hand even more excitedly, she didn't look like a cold fairy just now, but now she looks more like a music idiot.

"Absolute pitch!"

"Star!"

In the fleeting glance at the beginning, she really saw something from these eyes.

Absolute pitch, it's really a pity not to use it in music.

She will be a sensation in the piano world.

Jing Ying thought so at this time, and many things happened later, all of which proved her intuition was correct.

Is it great?

Mu Xing looked at his cousin in puzzlement.

Shui Yingyu is a typical case of tone insufficiency. Although he intends to help Xing Xing clear up his confusion, he really doesn't understand it at all and shrugs his shoulders helplessly.

On the other side, Jing Ying has already started to ask: "Do Xingxing like music? You should learn music, do you want to learn piano?"

Mu Xing was a little dazed, his head was dizzy, and his feet felt as light as if he was stepping on cotton.

The author has something to say: Sorry everyone.

I have been emotionally unstable for the past two days, crying all the time.

Maybe there is no other way but three thousand a day.

Wait for me to adjust and adjust (╥﹏╥)

It will be ready soon!