"Why are we here at Mirabell Palace again?" Jian Anning was a little surprised, but Yu Zexiao smiled mysteriously and held her hand: "Follow me."
The two walked into Mirabell Palace and walked through a beautiful angel corridor. On the corridor, there were countless cute little angels, naked and sliding up and down naughtily, as if they were thinking. Wrinkled.
Frowning, he looked at everyone walking up the steps. It seemed to be asking people passing by: Have you thought about it? Is this really the person next to you? Will you not regret it?
When she came here, Jian Anning knew why.
Sure enough, we walked up an angel corridor and went upstairs, which led directly to a room and came to a "marble hall", which is also the most romantic and sacred wedding hall in the world!
The white tripod piano is placed in the center, and the Baroque-style architecture is beautiful, just like a fairyland.
When Uzakatsuki arrived, he had already booked this place without telling Jian Anning. The staff had already cleared the other tourists out of the lobby, and they were the only two people in the whole room.
Uze Xiao held her hand, walked slowly closer to the white piano, and asked her with a smile: "An Ning, what song do you want to listen to?"
Jian Anning was still shocked by this wedding hall. She looked at him, tilted her head and thought about it, then shook her head.
"Then I'll play a song for you."
Jian Anning nodded, and Yu Zexiao sat in front of the white piano. He had indeed prepared carefully today, wearing a black suit and a white piano, plus his handsome and unreal appearance, it was simply intoxicating.
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Then, soft and beautiful notes flowed out from his fingertips!
And then, his voice, along with the sound of his piano, sang melodiously!
But it is a very classic old song: "Oh, my-love, my-darling. (Oh, my dear, my love)
I've-hungered-for-your-touch(I'm eager for your touch)..."
This is a classic scene in the movie "The Love of Ghosts". Sometimes it is as calm as water, sometimes as weeping, sometimes as loud as a mountain and a tsunami, and sometimes at the top of its lungs. It completes a unique classic in the ups and downs of emotions.
But now, Uzawa Akatsuki is sitting in front of the piano, his slender fingertips flowing up and down with his singing, just like the most beautiful river flowing into his heart.
‘Wait-for-me, wait-for-me!’ (Wait for me, wait for me)
‘I‘ll-ing-home-wait-for-me(wait for me, I’ll be right back)”
Unknowingly, the solemn and sacred marble hall, the magnificent Mirabell Palace, and the angel corridor that seemed to lead to heaven were all echoing with the sound of his piano and his singing. People outside,
The more we gather, the more we gather, and the more we gather, the more we gather.