"I...where am I..." Xia Lan sat up and looked around. There were still antique furniture and antique doors and windows, but these girls were standing here wearing modern and ancient clothes, like

The acting team looked particularly weird, "Did I leave Beiyuan? Which dynasty is this?!"

"Why did she ask that? Isn't she from Beiyuan?"

"Maybe he was abandoned by his lover and was stimulated. It's so pitiful."

"I almost died...Fortunately, my little sister found out in time."

Several women talked about it, and one of them came up, twisted the veil and handed it to Xia Lan: "Wipe your face. We saw you lying there at the door of the drug store, so we carried you in. Girl,

Don’t worry, you’re fine now.”[

Is she still in Beiyuan?! However, there is always something strange that cannot be explained.

Xia Lan's eyes finally fell on a wooden shelf in front of the window... To be precise, it was not a wooden shelf, but a wooden piano! Black and white keys, peach wood body...

Xia Lan pointed to the piano and asked in disbelief: "Is that a piano?"

Several women shook their heads. The woman who twisted the handkerchief for her said: "That is a thing made by Mr. Ling. It seems... he also calls it a piano, a musical instrument that makes sounds."

Mr. Ling, he must be the man at the door just now. They called him "Sir"?!

Xia Lan suspected that she was really dreaming, so she hit her head hard on the bed and it hurt.

"Girl, are you okay?"

Xia Lan shook her head, got out of bed, walked to the piano, stretched out a finger and poked carefully, "ding", and then poked carefully again, "ding, ding, ding"... Xia Lan's hands touched it obsessively,

Suddenly, a series of beautiful notes poured out in the room.

Several women gathered around: "Wow, she can play!"
Chapter completed!