Chapter 53: My little girl 45

A few warm draped in a bright red cloak, white as snow collar hair, lined with her delicate and delicate drama makeup, more and more white and moving.
She sat on a bluestone bench under a plum tree. Of course, those were some props on the stage, but they did not affect her.
Her cloak fell to the ground, and the white petals fell on it, dotted with her cloak, bright red, white and pure, so distinct and beautiful.
The number of warm sitting on the stone platform slightly bowed the piano.
Peace is not the same.
It's not the same.
I usually use a pair of green silk belts at random. At this time, the hair is very delicate and beautiful. She wears a delicate and gorgeous crown, interspersed with pearl lines and inlaid with jewels. The long, furry tentacles of the bends swayed behind her as she played the piano.
There are a few rounds of hair on both sides of the forehead, and the hair ring is also embroidered with red gems. The ear is combed down with a small amount of small hair, half hooked like a crescent. Beautiful and light tassels hung in front of the ear, and picked up slightly with the wind.
The number of warm eyebrows is a kind of very clear look. At this time, the makeup is painted, the eyebrows are more slender, and the beautiful peach blossoms are enchantingly opened by the peach red, and light. Kneeling red lips.
Looking at the past from the perspective of Qian Qianmo, I can only see the side of the person. It is different from the number of warmth I have seen in the past. How can I describe it as if it is a pure and clean person, so purely, It was spotless, but it was rendered a bit of glamorous and enchanting.
Pure and enchanting are together, it is a feeling that is difficult to describe.
The look of Qian Qianmo has been slowly falling from her delicate makeup to the fingers of her playing the piano.
The paulownia-colored piano, and the delicate white fingers that she plucked the strings, even the fingers of the little roots looked good.
It’s like a butterfly squatting on a string, flying and beating.
He knows how soft the little hands are in the palm of his hand.
But he never knew that the hands would play the piano.
And, very nice.
晟 Thousands of inks stood underneath, and the eyes did not leave the people on the stage for a moment.
He watched her and the people on the stage, watching her smile, listening to her soft voice, spitting out the finely curved drama, soft and lingering, like a kitten scratching his Heart palpitations, itching.
What he was thinking about at the time was that he went back and asked her to sing only to herself.
Also sing such a soft and lingering song.
Qian Qianmo didn't know how long he stood in the station until the end of the song. Several people warmed up and cheered. The audience gave a warm applause. After the warmth went down the stage, Qian Qianmo only returned to God. come.
When he walked back, Minnan turned his head and glanced at him. He took a sip of wine and said slowly: "Four brothers, you missed a good show."
晟 晟 御 眼 眼 微 微 , , , , , , , , , 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟A mischievous look, "Is the little the stage who is fascinated by the country, looking at a bit familiar? Four brothers?"
Hearing the words, Minnan Shen raised his eyebrows and looked at Qian Qianmo. "The four brothers still know the people in this academy?"
晟 墨 墨 墨 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡
晟 晟 哼哼 哼哼




















皇 皇 皇 皇 皇 皇 皇 皇 皇 皇 皇 皇 皇 皇 皇 皇 皇 皇 皇 皇 皇 皇 皇 皇 皇 皇 皇Say one more sentence!"
Weinan smiled and smiled, no expression: "It turns out."