Xu Ying invited the guest into the piano room, and the two sat facing the piano table.

The courtyard was dark and I couldn't see the other person's eyes clearly just now. I borrowed the lights to look at it. I saw that the man opposite was very young, dressed and looked unremarkable, but he was a heroic and wise man. He knew that he was definitely not a mediocre person and must have a background.

But for some reason, after he took the seat, although he was so arrogant, there was a look of depression between his eyebrows, as if he was worried.

In the past few years after leaving the palace, he has visited various visitors here. Those who learn skills, seek music, listen to the piano with fame, or invite him to a banquet to play the piano to entertain the music, everyone has their own characteristics, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. Even those who are absurd and weird have also seen them. They dare not look at them. After a few glances, they withdrew their gaze and carefully opened the piano score that the man had just handed over.

Before he could read the score, he recognized it at first sight. The paper used in this piano score was the porcelain green powder paper of Yugong, which was light and smooth, and the best among the paper. In addition to the palace, only in the study of the dignitaries can this precious paper be seen.

Xu Ying glanced at the man opposite again. After seeing him sitting, he couldn't say a word. At this moment, his eyes were also staring at the piano score in front of him, and he hurriedly looked at the font. The font was beautiful, lively and elegant, with the aura of a fairy-dewed pearl. When he saw it, it was written by a woman.

Xu Ying glanced at the man opposite him again and immediately made his own judgment in his heart.

In the middle of the night, a young man who did not show his identity and was worried came to him and asked him to explain the score. The person who made the score was obviously a woman from a boudoir of a considerate background.

What is the secret of this? No need to ask more questions, and you can see it at a glance.

He has been in the palace for many years and has learned to observe his words and expressions. After leaving the palace, in order to make a living, he is even more good at dealing with visitors and trying to figure out people's hearts. Every word and word is to please people.

Since he concluded that the young man and the woman who gave the brochure were both extraordinary, he seemed to be depressed, so he preconceived the idea and believed that he was trapped by love and had an indescribable relationship between men and women. The woman gave the brochure, which naturally had no connection with the lovesickness in the boudoir. Moreover, when he was in the palace, he had often heard of the private romances of men and women in the wealthy families of Jiankang, so he was used to it.

A visitor suddenly came tonight, and he was so generous. He said what he thought and liked, and he naturally knew it. So he concentrated his mind and tried the lead first with the piano score. After a paragraph, he felt that the tune was empty and light, and the rhythm was as clear as the sound of the rhyme, so he stopped, looked at the man opposite and praised: "Composition of music is like writing a poem, either chanting objects and expressing his aspirations, or using songs to express his feelings. This score is obviously written to express his thoughts. Just listen to the lead, and I can conclude that the person who composed the music is well versed in the rhythm. Such wonderful sounds cannot be obtained too much."

After he finished speaking, he saw the man smile with his eyebrows and his expression seemed to express his approval of his words, and he became more convinced of what he had just thought.

This man must be in love with the woman who composed the song.

The old musician smiled and said, "This is a guide, let me continue to listen to me."

He played another verse to the piano score, and heard the rhythm of the sound, and said silly: "This verse is like the bright spring light, the flowing orioles under the flowers, and the intimate reminder is to whisper to the innocent children."

Outside the window, a sudden sound of rain falling from the rain hitting the eaves. It started to rain at night.

He gradually immersed in the tune, and did not pay much attention to the man quietly stood up, stood by the window, looking at the night rain with his back to him. He gradually felt the tune turned solemn, as if there was worry, and then he felt moved by the scene and sighed: "The lonely geese roared outside the clouds, and dripped in front of the night rain steps. This worry and thought of falling in love, when I heard it, it was like a heartbreak."

The lonely lamp rained at night, and the man faced the window, his back was silent.

The old musician played again, and the tune turned into a grand and exciting way, like a warrior rushing to the enemy field. The strings of the piano were solemn, and he couldn't help but be immersed in it. He closed his eyes and sighed: "The sound of Shang is so loud, and the sound of feathers is bitter. Nuwa refined stones and broke the sky. This section means that love is stronger than gold, and fights up the waves. Wouldn't the heart and soul stir up for it and the blood is boiling?"

The sound of the piano gradually turned to the initial clear and light, but compared with the introduction, the rhythm was wide and far. When I heard it, the sky was wide and the earth was far away, the pine wind in the valleys, and the heart was washed with water.

The old musician was completely immersed in the curve, pointing out the last long tail sound, and closed his eyes for a long time amid the endless strings surrounding the beam.

Finally, he sighed: "This gentleman, the love that ends with the song will last, and the future will be long. Just as the zither says, you will be free from worries and relax your heart, and the heavens will pity you, and one day you will be able to get what you wish..."

After a while, no sound was heard, so I opened my eyes.

A night wind blew up with rain, and suddenly pounced into the half-open door. The door slapped the wall, and the candlelight was unstable.

The room was empty.

There was a golden cake left at the corner of the case, and the man just now, along with the piano score in front of the piano desk, disappeared at some point.

...

It was raining at night, and it was already the third update. Li Mu still didn't come back, and no one asked anyone to tell him where he was going.

Luo Shen stood in front of the window wearing a clothes, looking at the dark and heavy rain outside the window, his whole mood changed from the initial uneasiness to extremely anxious.

This is really abnormal.

There are mixed fish and dragons in Jiankang City, and he is now the focus of everyone's attention. The six Xu family must also have hatred for him. Thinking of the scene when Liu Huanzhi provoked on the street that day, Luo Shen's heart suddenly jumped fast.

6 Huanzhi she knew since childhood. If it were him alone, she would not think he would cause any major trouble to Li Mu.

But 6 Huanzhi is not just a person.

There are 6 people behind him, or others who are malicious towards Li Mu like him.

Could it be that something happened to him?

Luo Shen was shocked by the sudden thought, and was anxious and could no longer wait, so he immediately asked someone to get the rain gear.

She couldn't wait until dawn. She wanted to go over and wake up her parents immediately and ask them to send people everywhere to find people.

The servant hurriedly went to get the rain gear, and the god of Luo was already put on his clothes. Qiongshu was in front of him and carried a windproof lantern. She stepped out of the threshold and was about to go to her parents when she suddenly heard a servant in front of him say in surprise: "Langjun Li is back!"

The God of Luo also heard the sound of steps. Xun looked up. Sure enough, a figure appeared at the entrance of the yard, passing through the dark rain, stepping on the water splashing on the ground, and walking towards this place.

Without looking at his face, Luo Shen immediately recognized the familiar figure, which was Li Mu. He immediately sighed in a long sigh. Seeing that he had already stepped up the eaves, neither holding an umbrella nor a straw raincoat, and not even wearing a rain hat on his head. He was soaked from head to toe, and was surprised and heartbroken. He hurried over and was about to call him, but he saw a stiff face with a wet light on his face.

He had no expression on his face, as if he hadn't seen her, and walked past her and pushed the door straight into her.

Luo Shen knew that he clearly saw himself.

It's the first time he's been married to him so long that he's ignored him so much.

Luo Shen followed his back, and watched him disappear behind the door, and his steps stopped.

The surprise that just arose because of his return disappeared.

Because her mother was pregnant, Luo Shen asked Aju to go back to take care of her. But the servant and Qiongshu around him were all following her from Jiankang to Yicheng and then back here.

Obviously, they were also confused by Li Mu's abnormality, and looked at each other with doubts, and then at the God of Luo.

Luo Shen came back to his god and asked him to let everyone go and no longer need to follow him and serve him. Then he followed him into the house.

She closed the door gently and turned around.

A wet water stain on the ground extended from the door to the inner room.

When Luo Shen went in, he saw his back to him, silently taking off his clothes. He seemed to have just been fished out of the water, and even dripping water from his head.

His back was solemn, as if he had suppressed everything beside him, making her breathing even difficult.

Luo Shen had never seen him look like this before.

Never.

The outline of her back, which was very familiar to her, looked so strange now. She felt so silent that she was so nervous that she even felt a little frightened.

She guessed that because of those manuscripts of piano scores, 6 Kanzhi, and in the past few days, because of 6 Huanzhi, she mentioned 6 Kanzhi several times, and he was really angry about this?

She hesitated for a moment and continued to walk towards him, came behind him, spoke in a tone that sounded as usual, and said softly: "Mr. Lang, where did you go tonight? It was raining so heavily outside, and I was very worried that I couldn't sleep. I was just going to call Aye and Ah Niang..."

She said, reaching out to pick up the belt he had just untied. But he didn't get it, so he put it down by himself.

Luo Shen's hand stopped in the air, and he was stunned, slowly shrank back, and reluctantly said, "Then you go and take a shower first. Water has prepared it for you..."

Li Mu still couldn't say a word, took a clean set of clothes, left her behind, and headed towards the bathroom.

Luo Shen calmed down and stayed silent for a moment, suppressing the sadness that was gushing out of his heart as if he had been abandoned. He raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes that had turned red, followed him and came outside the bathroom.

The hidden worries that had been bothering her tonight emerged again.

Originally, she just guessed that the manuscripts that recorded her past relationship with Cambodia caused trouble.

At this moment, she was sure.

Because of the manuscript, and after returning, Li Mu misunderstood because of the provocation caused by the street provocation on the day of June Huanzhi, and his carelessness and negligence.

He really annoyed her.

But what surprised her was that his reaction was so great.

She really didn't expect this.

She waited outside for a while, but without hearing any noise from him, she went in and saw him leaning against the bathtub, with tired faces, eyes closed, motionless, as if she had fallen asleep.

She knew he was not asleep. She mustered up the courage to come behind him, rolled up her sleeves, took out the towel floating in the water, slowly wiped his back, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Lang, are you angry with me?"

He did not respond or move.

Luo Shen continued to wipe his body.

"Those piano scores are from a long time ago, and you can see that the paper is yellow."

"You know, Langjun, I have known each other since I was a child. He also plays with piano. When I write music, I will send him some comments and ask him to comment. At that time, I didn't know Langjun."

"As for the manuscripts, they are still stored in my house, it is not that I am obsessed with the past, but I have always had the habit of collecting them. Where the manuscripts exist, I forgot them myself and never put them away..."

"I'll take it all tonight, it's clean! If you don't believe it, you can go and see it yourself..."

He still didn't respond.

A hint of confusion surged in my heart again.

She suddenly felt sour and continued, "Langjun, sometimes I say good to you to brothers six in front of you, it's not because I think you are bad. I'm too careless. Langjun is a man who stands upright and is so nice to Ami. In Ami's heart, you are the only one..."

She threw away the towel, regardless of the water on his body wet her. She poked her jade arms from behind, hugged his shoulders and neck tightly, put her palms on his chest, and pressed her face over, gently kissed his earlobes, rubbed his ears with his ears, and prayed softly: "Mr., Ami only loves you. If Ami does something bad and makes you angry, just tell me. I will change it. Don't misunderstand Ami, let alone be angry with Ami, okay?"

He couldn't hear it. Behind her, there was a faint crying voice that was enduring.

He felt his soft and warm body pressing against his shoulder and neck skin, which was poured by the heavy rain, and his ears were gently brushed by her lips.

A trembling goose bump came out from the skin of the neck and shoulders that were close to her.

He felt his hair stand up and spread rapidly downwards, spreading all over his limbs and bones that were soaked in water.

The little hand gently stroked his chest like a soothing.

His covered eyelashes trembled, raised his hand and held the hand that was wandering in front of his chest.

"Mr., please..."
To be continued...