Ning Miao is not a person with a desire to share, and she cannot understand the joy of sharing. If she wants to say something, she will only tell others useful information.

But at this moment, the snow was vast and people were like dust. She stood in front of the window, and her thoughts had actually merged into the snow outside the window, falling along with them, and she could ride the wind at any time.

She could feel the lives of those ice crystals, even though they were silent.

She knew that others could not see these or hear them, and only she could see this diverse world.

But she wanted Qin Chan to know her world, but she didn't know if he wanted to know it.

Then she heard Qin Chan ask inside the receiver: "What kind of music is it?"

Ning Miao raised his lips slightly happily and said sweetly: "Do you want to hear it? I can play it."

"Okay." Qin Chan said.

Restaurant.

Qin Chan gave Qin Han a look to the following Qin Han. Qin Han understood and quickly took out the tablet he carried with him to bring it out, and handed it to the writing board.

Qin Chan held his mobile phone in one hand and took the pen in the other and wrote a few words on the tablet: Clear the first floor and borrowed the piano.

A grand piano is placed on the first floor of this restaurant, and professional pianists are invited to play music anytime and anywhere.

Qin Han glanced at the instructions on the writing board and hurriedly went to do it himself.

Ning Miao, who was far away in Jinyuan, heard Qin Chan's words and stepped barefoot on the soft and fine plush carpet and ran to the living room.

The living room also has heating, and it is not cold when stepped on the wooden floor.

There is a grand piano in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. This house was originally available, and Ning Miao didn't let anyone move it away.

She sat on the velvet piano bench, opened the cover, and asked again to the headset: "Will it not affect your affairs?"

"No, it's just some irrelevant dinners." Qin Chan said, walking towards the elevator.

"Okay, I'm already in front of the piano." Ning Miao gently placed his fingers on the black and white keys, and his slender pink and white fingertips made the keys look whiter.

She can play the piano and always knows it.

When she was a child, she learned piano with Ning Yu.

Ning Yu worked very hard and worked very hard. Even after the piano teacher left, he would sit in the piano room and practice for a long time until he practiced the homework assigned by the teacher thoroughly so as to get the teacher's praise.

When the teacher sees Ning Yu's excellence, the Ning family will know Ning Yu's excellence and care more about Ning Yu.

Ning Miao didn't care about these things at that time.

It should be said that in her eyes, playing the piano itself is just a very simple thing.

As long as she studies hard, she can learn the level 10 song in a very short time and practice professional level.

But she doesn't have this pursuit, she prefers to experience other fun in music.

After all, the world in Ning Miao's eyes is different from others. No one can understand that in her eyes, the notes are colored, warm, shaped, and picturesque, jumping happily and colorful, telling her a lot of information.

She likes to deduce other things by playing the piano, but in the eyes of others, she is playing the piano randomly.

At that time, Ning Yu would deliberately let Mrs. Ning see her playing the piano randomly.

Ning Miao knew it, but he didn't care.

After all, no matter how good the play is, what can it be changed? She never cared about other people's gaze unless she needed to use other people's attitude to do something.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the night snow outside the window.

The light strips in the living room soften everything.

The floor heating runs silently, very warm.

Ning Miao made a sound, improvised the verb, and the melodious and ethereal sound poured out from her fingertips, flowing quietly in this empty living room.

Thousands of miles away, Qin Chan put on his Bluetooth headphones and listened quietly.

It is a very new style, ethereal and vast, and it feels as small as a drop in the ocean, as if you are following a grain of snow across the vast world, and you will ride the wind at any time.

In the coldness, there is also a hint of ardent hope.

Qin Chan heard the happiness in the last world.

His black eyes were slightly curled and he accelerated his pace.

At this time, the hall on the first floor had been cleared, and no other idle people were present, and the piano was ready. Qin Chan raised his long legs and walked to the piano to sit down.

On the phone, Ning Miao continued to play.

This is an extremely beautiful song, and if it is released in the world, it will surely amazed countless people.

But this is just a song she made on a whim. She doesn't rely on this for a living, just to please herself, and today she is just to share.

There is nothing that everyone wants to know about, just want Qin Chan to listen to it, want to know his thoughts, and want to share his world.

If Qin Chan gave a positive evaluation, she would be very happy.

She didn't know whether this was like or love.

After Ning Miao finished the song, he heard Qin Chan's quietness and could only hear some faint sounds, which were the sound of the wind echoing in the empty hall, and it seemed that there was a faint fragrance of food.

"Um?"

Ning Miao didn't hear Qin Chan's words and squeaked.

Immediately afterwards.

She heard a familiar piano sound coming from the headset.

That was the song she had just played.

Qin Chan only heard it once and played it out without any fault.

With a very mature piano-playing technique and great attainments, there are more emotions in the piano sound. Qin Chan is like a person who has experienced thousands of sails and looks back at him. He has been walking forward all the time, holding Ning Miao's hand.

Ning Miao chuckled softly, smiling happily.

She said seriously and seriously: "Thank you, Mr. Qin."

She raised her hand and touched her eyes, not knowing why she had tears, she was obviously a person who never cried.

But at least this shows that Qin Chan is different for her after all.

Qin Chan continued to play, his slender fingertips with clear joints slashed across the black and white piano keys, just like a communication between works of art.

"No need to say thank you."

"But I'm very happy, I...I don't know if this emotion is called happiness, but I've never experienced it." Ning Miao said softly.

She said anything and did not hide it.

Qin Chan patiently explained to her: "You like this kind of life very much. If you feel happy and meaningful, that is happiness."

Hearing this, Ning Miao bent his lips and smiled, and said with a brow and eyes: "We will definitely be happy."

Sure will.

She doesn't have to think about those empty and meaningless things, and she doesn't have to think about whether she is good or bad. In this way, she can still live a good life, right?

Happiness alone is enough to make people look forward to tomorrow.

This phone call solved all Ning Miao's current confusion. To be more precise, Qin Chan quietly enlightened her and made her no longer confused.

The next morning, Ning Miao was about to go to the office building of the Brain Association to continue training. When he got off the floor, he saw a black car parked downstairs. Qin Han stood at the door of the car, standing straight in the cold wind, as if waiting.

For a while.

Ning Miao was slightly stunned and walked over: "Qin Han?"

"Madam, I'm waiting for you in the car."

Qin Han took two steps forward and respectfully opened the back seat door for her.
Chapter completed!