Xi Ming looked at the clothes in Qing Yan's hand and was in a daze, "This clothes... are so familiar... I seem to have seen them somewhere, but I can't remember them for a while. Uh, seeing these clothes, I suddenly felt so upset...
…”
Qing Yan suddenly felt suffocated. How could Xi Ming not be familiar with these clothes that Huangfu Shi had worn? It seems that although he had lost his memory, the image of that person left indelible traces in his heart.
Immediately, she smiled, "That's natural. You still recognize your own clothes. It's good. Maybe in this familiar environment, you will slowly remember what happened before!"
"Is this? These are my clothes?" Xi Ming looked at Qing Yan in confusion. Although the clothes in front of him were familiar, they could not bring him a sense of belonging. On the contrary, there was a faint sting.
Seeing Xi Ming's frowning look, Qing Yan also noticed something strange. She smiled, "What are you so sad? When your injury heals, it's not too late to wear it again."
"Yeah! Oh, by the way." Xi Ming lowered his eyes and showed an embarrassing look on his face, "That, uh, I'm so sorry, can you tell me what your name is? Sorry, I really can't remember it
.” At the end of the day, his voice was almost inaudible.
Qing Yan stepped forward and patted his shoulder, "Don't you blame yourself. You fell down from a very high place and were seriously injured. It's normal that you don't remember what happened before. My surname is Liu, and my name is Liu Qingyan
,This time, you must remember it, don’t forget it!”
"Liu Qingyan, Liu Qingyan!" Xi Ming muttered silently several times, then looked happy, "What a familiar name!"
A wry smile appeared on her elegant face, right? Do you still remember this name in his heart? I'm afraid, it may not be...
Xi Ming was originally a martial arts practitioner, and his body was particularly strong. In addition, the plasters passed down by Ling Xiao's family were very effective. Within a few days, his injuries were healed, but the memory seemed to be
A rusty pendulum clock can no longer be called back. What made Qingyan even more annoyed was that she had another title - "Brother Liu".
He was so close to Qing Yan all day long, and Brother Liu was so embarrassed that he acted very close, but this behavior made her feel like her head was about to explode.
He stared at the innocent and mellow young man with anger and amused look. What else can Qing Yan do besides helpless? He could only kill his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.
Poor her, a woman who is in love, faces her beloved husband and has to deliberately conceal her identity and even her gender. I am afraid that only she can understand the pain and torture in it? And, deep down,
She seemed to be more willing to accept her current state of life.
Think about it, how did Xi Ming treat her before?
Although he now treats himself completely as a man, at least that kind of sincere emotion that comes from the heart is many times better than his previous indifference and alienation.
Therefore, she seemed more willing to immerse herself in the illusion world she created. She was even more silent about the past and evasive. In a vague way, she was not willing to Xi Ming to restore his memory and return to the past...
However, after all, the paper cannot contain the fire. The fact that she is a daughter is believed to be discovered by this "Xin Xi Ming" soon, which makes her feel more and more impetuous. When it is late at night, it is
, alone, carrying huge pressure and crying silently.
One night, the moon was in the sky, and Xi Ming had already gone to bed after dinner, while Qingyan was filled with excitement. Although he was always with him, who could understand the loneliness and desolation in his heart?
She walked into Huangfu Shi's room quietly.
A guzheng is placed on the wooden table.
She stepped forward, brushed away the thick dust from the guzheng with her sleeves, and then sat in front of her. She reached out and flicked her hand a few times, and found that the tone was pure and there was no need to debug.
Qing Yan smiled indifferently, raised his eyes slightly, and a trace of melancholy tenderness flashed in his eyes like water.
As soon as the first note was released, my nose felt sour, because the song she wanted to play was the "Dongfeng Po" she brought from modern times, and it was also the song she played the piano for Xi Ming in the Dayuan Women's Kingdom that day. Recalling the past,
It is still vivid in my mind, but tonight it is different things and people. Your words can't help but feel sad, and tears appear in your eyes, fluttering under the candlelight, making you more and more charming.
Qing Yan lowered his eyebrows, stretched his emotions, raised his fingers, and slowly started playing. The sound of the piano was melodious, continuous, like gurgling water in his ears. Gradually, he integrated himself into the unextinguishable piano mood.
Just as she was playing intently, she felt a manly breath entering her nose. Her heart jumped quickly and looked back. Xi Ming had already gotten up and was walking towards him.
A look of confusion and intoxication flashed on his handsome face. He approached Qing Yan step by step, and the steps under his feet had already closed the rhythm of the music.
When he walked to Qing Yan, Xi Ming's face was full of intoxication and watched the plucking of the strings affectionately.
Qing Yan's fingertips gently fell on the strings, and played the classic and elegant song "Dongfeng Po". What surprised Qing Yan was that Xi Ming not only closed the rhythm, but also hummed slowly in his mouth.
Tone...
The voice is pure and the words are clear...
This made her feel cold sweat suddenly. The elegant song ended abruptly.
"You can hum this song? Have you heard it?" Qing Yan stared at the person in front of him in surprise.
Xi Ming shook his head in confusion, "I don't know... I feel a little familiar, I seem to have heard of it... Huh? Seeing you playing it for a while, I seem to be fiddling with this thing too!"
After saying that, he unconsciously stretched out his fingers, plucked the strings a few randomly, and played a tune that was quite rhythmic. He then smiled foolishly and showed his white teeth, "This, I can
Try it?"
Qing Yan stood up and made a gesture of asking for help.
He smiled slightly, held up his knee-length robe with both hands, and sat upright in front of the guzheng. He took a deep breath, not knowing what was going on. Although no notes popped up in his mind, he
The moment his finger touched the strings, a sound naturally made, and then the fingers also swam rhythmically. The skillful piano skills immediately made Qing Yan look at him with admiration.
You know, at this moment, the song he played was called "Preface to the Imitation of Metaphys", which was arranged by Xi Ming himself. For decades, he has played a song in front of Metaphysic Pavilion almost every day to talk about it.