The person who rushed up to save was blocked by the collapsed door face.

Wang Han sat on the chair, lost his mind and sniffed a puff of cigarette.

The exploding stones fell on the piano and made a crisp sound.

Wang Han looked at the sea of ​​fire.

His fingers fell on the keys.

The crisp and sad sound of the piano slowly flowed out from Wang Han's fingertips.

Recalling the life that the old man just mentioned.

A few words summarized the old man and grandma's twists and sad life.

A song lingers in my heart.

"Battle of Liang".

When the song sounded, many people were attracted by Wang Han.

A song carries too many joys and sorrows, and the melodious and sad song is like a tragic and thick ink drops in everyone's hearts, and everyone feels very depressed.

Good music can resonate instantly.

Everyone listened quietly to Wang Han's performance.

The whole world seemed to be left with only the sad and graceful Quluo at Wang Han's fingertips.

Someone wiped tears silently after a sore nose.

Lisa stared at Wang Han blankly.

I have heard a lot of legends about this man, but more of them are negative news.

With this contact, she found that this man seemed to be completely different from the legend.

While he is unruly, he also has a silent and delicate thought of moistening things.

A sad song passed through Lisa's heart, and an indescribable feeling was swaying in her heart.

This has made a huge improvement in this man.

In the past, I had no point in the Eastern Conference.

But now, Lisa suddenly felt that this Dongfang Kong had become handsome.

Those arrogant and unruly were also suppressed by the rules.

Many people took out their cell phones and took pictures at Wang Han.

The end of a song.

Wang Han smoked all half of the cigarette.

Thick white smoke arrows spewed out.

No one applauded, everyone forgot to applaud, and was still immersed in sadness and could not extricate themselves.

The whole world is quiet.

But this quietness was suddenly broken by a sound.
Chapter completed!