But I'm still crying, remembering the way my mother was sitting next to me teaching me
She is as gentle and beautiful as an angel, and I can't help the longing in my heart.
"Why do you always play this song?" asked a nice voice.
I actually stopped for this sound
I turned around and saw a boy in pure white looking at me.
There is a little bit of obsession in his eyes, maybe he was moved by my music
"When I am lonely and sad, I will come here to play this song." I stared at his beautiful eyebrows and subconsciously fell in love with his look, "You are too, sad and lonely... What are you sad about?"
I felt the boy's brows tighten, his thin lips pressed together, and his beautiful eyes were simply intoxicating.
"My name is An Yiyang, what's your name?" He asked without answering my question.
"So you are brother Yiyang? Do you still remember me? My name is Leng Nuan. We met at the family banquet two years ago."
At that time, I stood on tiptoe to reach the wine glass at the top of the wine glass tower.
But it's too small, so he helped me get it off
I said thank you and he smiled, cute little white pig
He called me that. The strange thing is that I wasn't angry, but felt ashamed.