On that day, Youmeng went to Gaotang Platform in person. After climbing the building, he passed by the corridor and heard the sound of gurgling pipas coming from afar, like a quiet spring flowing in the mountains and fields, moistening people's hearts.

She unconsciously slowed down. When the two maids who were left at the door saw her, they bowed respectfully and were about to spread it into the hall, but Youmeng gestured to stop them.

She signaled that the maids would continue to stay outside the hall, and she walked into the hall alone and stood quietly beside the hollow carved partition door, peeking through the half-closed veil-

Su Zhi was wearing a white shirt, like the moon and snow, sitting on the open circular terrace outside, lowering his head and lowering his eyes, embracing the green jade pipa, set off the shadow of the distant mountains surrounded by clouds and mist outside the building, and the light was bright, like a heavenly being.

Sometimes he lightly expresses his plain wrist, his jade hand gently picks silver strings, and the sound of the piano is melodious like a thread of fragrance, lingering among the white clouds and clear water.

As the song was about to end, she walked through the partition and walked towards him. He raised his eyes gently as if he was aware of it, and his eyes were sent over with affection. His fingertips turned around a few endings and quietly stopped them.

Youmeng was also full of tenderness and smiled sweetly: "Don't stop, continue playing."

However, Su Zhi only held the pipa and looked at her quietly. It was not enough to see her intoxicatedly, so how could he have the heart to play the pipa?

When Youmeng approached, his right hand left Qin to invite her, she naturally stretched out her hand to cover his palm, held it by him, and pulled it away with a gentle force until she was in front of her. The two of them looked at each other, and there was endless sweetness in their eyes.

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I dreamed at the desk at night, spread the flower paper in the soft light of the gauze lamp, and held the silk music score in my palm. I felt that this song of nature must be accompanied by a good lyric that will make it more perfect and moving when sang it in the future.

When the spiritual practitioner gave her the music score, he also suggested that she write lyrics himself in order to match Su's music with the best songs, which also fulfilled their "soul-faith" relationship.

Youmeng can't help but be shy, like pink clouds swelling in the face, holding the pen and concentrating. When climbing the Tang Dynasty platform during the day, the scene of visiting Su Zhi is vivid in my mind-

At that time, the two of them stood and sat down. She was standing tall, her cheeks were slightly red, and she lowered her peach blossom smile and acted coquettishly at him: "I haven't listened yet, can Su Lang play another song for me?"

When the love is so strong, he unknowingly changes his name.

Such a gentle expression and tone make the man's heart melt, how can he not rely on her?

Then he reluctantly let go of her hand, stroked the piano again, plucked the strings and plucked them, and plucked them coldly.

Before the melody could be floated for a long time, she could hear it. It was the song he gave her on the Apricot Flower Supa - this was the first time I heard him play it in full without distraction.

This is their tacit understanding. Only when they understand each other, he can only play it to her. Others have no chance, and she believes it deeply.

Youmeng squatted down obediently, with her hands crossed, and lay on the tip of Su Zhi's knees, like a clingy and obedient kitten, snuggling intimately to her beloved person, with her beautiful eyes lightly raised and her soft waves secretly. Now she is the one who looks up to him.

She saw Su Zhi's slender fingers dancing agilely on the piano surface, close and real, and every finger fell down, as if it touched her heartstrings. This song was already written in a lingering and touching manner, and at this moment it was filled with all his tenderness, graceful and graceful, and you can't wait to think about it.

Youmeng's gaze floated upwards, sliding over his sharpened soft chin. Looking at him from this angle, his delicate face seemed like a pearl dizzy and beautiful jade shining. I have to admire the ability of the creation that day. How could a man be so handsome? Youmeng thought in her heart that there was no flaw in her face, and it was really beautiful to the hearts of people.

She was vaguely drunk. At this time, Su Zhi seemed to have a sense of sensation and looked at her quietly. His eyes were bright, clear but bottomless, and there was a clear air of ethereal mountains and rivers between his eyebrows.

There is no woman in the world who can resist how long Su Zhi's eyes have been looked at. It is so tempting that Youmeng's cheeks are naturally red by his eyes. She smiled shyly and slanted, but her eyes are not tilted. She stared at him with confidence, no longer knowing what reserve is.
Chapter completed!