It was just the most ordinary ding-dong sound, but it was like dropping a stone in Yun Tianhong's inner lake, causing a circle of ripples.

Li Xiuyuan's fingers pierced the flowers and willows, and the tinkling sound was like the ups and downs of spring water in the mountains, or like the moonlight shining on the water at night and the water ripples reflecting the moon.

The soothing and brisk sound of the piano is like the spring breeze outside the window, blowing into the hall, bringing a warm atmosphere.

After a bitterly cold winter, I look forward to the spring breeze. Small bud tips emerge from the sleeping seeds from the mud. The ice and snow on the snow-capped mountains are slowly melting, and new buds on the branches are growing in the wind.

The music of the piano swirled quietly in the main hall, with gentle ups and downs. The quiet sound of the piano passed through the main hall and flew around.

The West Palace is quiet at night and the flowers are fragrant,

If you want to roll up the beaded curtain, spring will be full of regret.

Holding the clouds sideways and seeing the moon deeply,

The hazy color of the trees hides the sun.

...

Yun Ziyi, who was walking in the mountains, suddenly heard the melodious sound of the piano in the wind. She looked back at Yun Lan and asked, "Senior sister, who is playing the piano? Why does it sound like a little thief?"

Yun Lan looked at her and said quietly: "Junior sister didn't say that the piano played by that guy was terrible."

In the sound of the piano, Yun Tianhong has fallen into the artistic conception of a young man's piano music.

As if she had returned to her youth, the girl held her master's hand and walked in the spring breeze, but from time to time she looked back at her senior brother who was not far away...
Chapter completed!