Too clear and particularly vague.

The sound of the piano is like water, gently wrapping the body, softening the tense nerves.

The song "See Wuxie" is played with lingering feelings, just like the person playing the piano, gentle and elegant.

Don’t talk about people, even stubborn stones should be moved - for the piano, for the human being.

Wen Zhijun was silent on the rhythm of playing the piano, his mind was empty, Gong Shang Jiaoyu jumped up and formed a melody step by step.

As the notes drifted, he frowned slightly, and there was nothing in his mind.

No music, no consciousness, no memories.

Space is exhausted...

His whole life was exhausted and he did not leave any marks. He could clearly remember everything about himself, and why, there was no fragment in his mind.

Does Wen Zhijun's life really exist?

Wen Zhijun...

Wen Zhijun...

The sound of the piano gradually changed, Xuanyuan Jing suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Wen Zhijun. His eyes were closed and focused on the rhythm of the piano, but this song... was no longer Si Wuxie.

His Si Wuxie was showing love to her, and the mountains and the world were in harmony, which was his promise.

Now……

No, the affectionate promise will become a deep-rooted hesitation, and the sound of the piano is far away, as if you want to find it and wait.

This song is called "Sweethearts Chang".

She is right next to him, what do he want to miss and who do he want to miss?

Her beautiful green eyes suddenly narrowed, and she suddenly said, "Zhijun."

When she said the word "Zhijun", the sound of the piano suddenly rose. It was the pain of longing for a long time to the extreme. She could not find the way, the person, the deep love she once had-

With a shiny sound, the strings collapsed, and the bright red blood quickly melted, flowing along the broken strings on the stage.

Wen Zhijun's fingertips dripping blood, and before he could wake up from the rhythm, he stared at the strings in a daze, looking sad.

Just now, a dense tingling pain came from the tip of his heart, and the lovesickness was traceless, which was eased by love.

And where is his love...

"Zhijun..." Xuanyuan Jing looked at him, and after a while, he came to his senses, grabbed the silk handkerchief and pressed it on his finger, feeling extremely distressed, "Why are you so careless? How can you be cured if you are injured?"

Wen Zhijun's eyes twitched, and his mind was in a mess. Looking at Xuanyuan Jing's panic, the corners of his lips slowly bent, and he gently stroked her hair with his other hand, "It's okay, it's just a small injury, it's a pity Feng Mingqin.

I can't control it, and I ruined the strings and ruined your heart in vain."

"Don't worry about the strings, let me see the wound. You have injured your right hand. How do you write and play chess, how do you play the piano and draw..." Xuanyuan Jing hurriedly wiped off the blood, carefully looking at the slender scars on it. That's it

Cut by the strings.

Wen Zhijun looked at Xuanyuan Jing who was extremely nervous for a while and chuckled, "It's okay, Hum? Don't worry, it's really just a minor injury. I didn't care about it at first, but you're so nervous, otherwise I'll just pass it on to the imperial physician.

When the imperial physician came, I said that the eldest princess said that my wound was larger than rice grains, and I lost too much blood. I was about to die. You should find a cloth strip to bandage me."

"...I'm talking nonsense again." Xuanyuan Jing looked at him disapprovingly, "What's the one who's not dead? You have to live well for me. Even if all the people in the world die, you have to live."

Wen Zhijun smiled without saying a word, allowing her to tear her belt and tie it to her fingers. While she lowered her head to treat the wound, he looked at Feng Mingqin in a blink of an eye, and a complex light flashed in his eyes...

[ps: Recently, the update is a little less. Will I say such a shameful thing as Liu Liu's paper report being beaten back by his supervisor? Please call me "Liu's mother" in the future, and add more updates next week, don't scold Lun.

It's home, huh~] It's too clear and particularly vague.

The sound of the piano is like water, gently wrapping the body, softening the tense nerves.

The song "See Wuxie" is played with lingering feelings, just like the person playing the piano, gentle and elegant.

Don’t talk about people, even stubborn stones should be moved - for the piano, for the human being.

Wen Zhijun was silent on the rhythm of playing the piano, his mind was empty, Gong Shang Jiaoyu jumped up and formed a melody step by step.

As the notes drifted, he frowned slightly, and there was nothing in his mind.

No music, no consciousness, no memories.

Space is exhausted...

His whole life was exhausted and he did not leave any marks. He could clearly remember everything about himself, and why, there was no fragment in his mind.

Does Wen Zhijun's life really exist?

Wen Zhijun...

Wen Zhijun...

The sound of the piano gradually changed, Xuanyuan Jing suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Wen Zhijun. His eyes were closed and focused on the rhythm of the piano, but this song... was no longer Si Wuxie.

His Si Wuxie was showing love to her, and the mountains and the world were in harmony, which was his promise.

Now……

No, the affectionate promise will become a deep-rooted hesitation, and the sound of the piano is far away, as if you want to find it and wait.

This song is called "Sweethearts Chang".

She is right next to him, what do he want to miss and who do he want to miss?

Her beautiful green eyes suddenly narrowed, and she suddenly said, "Zhijun."

When she said the word "Zhijun", the sound of the piano suddenly rose. It was the pain of longing for a long time to the extreme. She could not find the way, the person, the deep love she once had-

With a shiny sound, the strings collapsed, and the bright red blood quickly melted, flowing along the broken strings on the stage.

Wen Zhijun's fingertips dripping blood, and before he could wake up from the rhythm, he stared at the strings in a daze, looking sad.

Just now, a dense tingling pain came from the tip of his heart, and the lovesickness was traceless, which was eased by love.

And where is his love...

"Zhijun..." Xuanyuan Jing looked at him, and after a while, he came to his senses, grabbed the silk handkerchief and pressed it on his finger, feeling extremely distressed, "Why are you so careless? How can you be cured if you are injured?"

Wen Zhijun's eyes twitched, and his mind was in a mess. Looking at Xuanyuan Jing's panic, the corners of his lips slowly bent, and he gently stroked her hair with his other hand, "It's okay, it's just a small injury, it's a pity Feng Mingqin.

I can't control it, and I ruined the strings and ruined your heart in vain."

"Don't worry about the strings, let me see the wound. You have injured your right hand. How do you write and play chess, how do you play the piano and draw..." Xuanyuan Jing hurriedly wiped off the blood, carefully looking at the slender scars on it. That's it

Cut by the strings.

Wen Zhijun looked at Xuanyuan Jing who was extremely nervous for a while and chuckled, "It's okay, Hum? Don't worry, it's really just a minor injury. I didn't care about it at first, but you're so nervous, otherwise I'll just pass it on to the imperial physician.

When the imperial physician came, I said that the eldest princess said that my wound was larger than rice grains, and I lost too much blood. I was about to die. You should find a cloth strip to bandage me."

"...I'm talking nonsense again." Xuanyuan Jing looked at him disapprovingly, "What's the one who's not dead? You have to live well for me. Even if all the people in the world die, you have to live."

Wen Zhijun smiled without saying a word, allowing her to tear her belt and tie it to her fingers. While she lowered her head to treat the wound, he looked at Feng Mingqin in a blink of an eye, and a complex light flashed in his eyes...

[ps: Recently, the update is a little less. Will I say such a shameful thing as Liu Liu's paper report being beaten back by his supervisor? Please call me "Liu's mother" in the future, and add more updates next week, don't scold Lun.
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