Lu Yi took Shen Qingqing back to the mansion, but was stopped by Lu Yan, and Shen Qingqing slipped away quickly. She didn't want to get involved in the quarrel between father and son.
lutingI heard that you got into trouble when you faced the saint. Shouldn't you explain it to your father?
Lu Yan looked at Lu Yi, and his eyebrows were very calm.
In terms of appearance, Lu Yixiao resembles his mother, and he is very handsome, but his eyes look exactly like his father, and he is a little colder than that.
luyiIt's my poor hammering skills, so it's time to practice well.
Lu Yi said lightly.
lutingHow many times have I told you that if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan.
lutingYou are just because you are too casual in doing things on weekdays, and you will suffer a loss if you go on like this!
luyiI have my own measure, don't worry about my father.
Facing Lu Yan's reprimand, Lu Yi suppressed his emotions and said as calmly as possible.
lutingYou still haven't forgotten, do you want to remember it for the rest of your life!
When Lu Yan saw his appearance, he finally couldn't help but get angry.
Lu Yi mocked:
luyiLike a father, like a son, the father is cold and thin, do you still expect the son to be affectionate and righteous?
Lu Yan raised his hand to hit him, but was stopped by Lu Yi.
luyiYour slap hurts you, not me.
After Lu Yi finished saying this, he left indifferently.
Lu Mansion Backyard - -
Lu Yi played the harp harp, dressed in white clothes to beat the snow, his long black hair was tied up, and it was as loose as ink. The subtle and clear sound flowed from his hands, like a spiritual spring washing stones, and it was pleasant to the ear.
In this music, the memories of the past poured into my mind like a tide, stinging the heart that should be as plain as water.
The music is getting more and more sad and hurried, symbolizing the restless heart of the player.
Ding - -
With a screeching sound, it stopped abruptly.
Lu Yi looked indifferently at the fingers that were scratched by the strings because they were too hard, and the blood dripped on the strings, which became more and more dazzling.
Attracted by the music, Shen Qingqing couldn't help but come forward when she saw this scene.
luyiWhat are you doing here?
Lu Yi's expression was cold and light, as if nothing had happened just now, and those sad emotions had never happened before.
shenqingqingI... heard the music you were playing, so I came to see it.
Shen Qingqing hesitated and said.
Lu Yi must have recalled the past when he was young, thinking of his dead mother, and so sad...
Shen Qingqing took out the Band-Aid from her sleeve and gently attached it to Lu Yi's injured finger.
There is no doubt that the fingers of the person who plays the piano are very important.
When she crossed over, she brought a small satchel. Because of her habit, she likes to put some spare cold medicine Band-Aids in the bag.
Later, I changed the clothes here, and it is no longer suitable for carrying a bag, so I put some simple small things with me in case of emergency.
Lu Yi asked.
shenqingqingThis is called a Band-Aid, and it's great for these little wounds.
shenqingqingI bought it at a place I went to when I was in business with my father...
Hearing Lu Yi's question, Shen Qingqing had no choice but to say this.
Lu Yi gave her a thoughtful look, but unexpectedly remained silent.
shenqingqingThe sound of the piano is pregnant, and there is a story in your sound of the piano.
shenqingqingNo matter what kind of story it is, it must be very important to be remembered all the time.
shenqingqingWith this treasure, you can walk more firmly, isn't it?
Shen Qingqing finally said.
Although she didn't know if these words were useful, if it could make him less sad, even if it was only a little bit...
Lu Yi gave her a deep look.
