Chapter 82: The two heavens of ice and fire

Clearly filled with curiosity, Murong Yifei still stopped stiffly. Is n’t it just a piece of music? If you want to hear it, you can find someone to play for him in minutes. This Chu has never lacked this master.
Women's footsteps follow the heart. Wherever the heart is, the footsteps will go through thousands of mountains and rivers to follow; the man's heart is following the footsteps. Where the footsteps stop, the heart stops. Unfortunately, Murong Yifei successfully controlled his footsteps, and this turn also extended the already long distance.
The unpleasantness in Wen Ruoruo's heart disappeared, and the two too proud people were not suitable for walking together. She knew that King An was indifferent, but she did not think that Liu Xinmei was also arrogant.
Bystanders were clear that she saw that Liu Xinmei had not faced Murong Yifei from the beginning to the end, and those who could not see the eyes must not be able to. This Liu Xinmei is not trying to make a false statement. The woman who knows the woman best is still the woman. The most hopeless feelings in this world are not hatred or oblivion, but her disregard and calmness and alienation.
The only way for two people to resolve their conflicts is to have one person willing to let go of their hearts. It's just that they are not the first to give in. Murong Yifei can bow his head, but he will never bend down. Liu Xinmei's refusal time and again will only deepen the gap between them. He is naturally not going to coax a woman to be happy, and if she is very different, for this man, she is willing to give up the so-called dignity.
Smiling again, kneeling, Wen Ruoruo turned back and walked forward. A deep gaze followed, and on the pavement of bluestone, she was growing lotus. She is willing to show all the goodness in front of this man, even if he only remembers a little bit at a time.
Women who walk in two directions are also very different temperaments. Murong Yifei regained his sight and recovered his chaotic emotions.
However, there is a shadow wall and a courtyard door, and the world outside the wall is a double sky.
Liu Xinmei raised her fibrin hand slightly in suspicion, and a series of consecutive notes poured out under her hand. From the initial excitement to the subsequent simultaneous use of swords and guns and the final sadness and mourning, it seems that a roll of pictures unfolded in front of everyone's eyes, allowing them to enjoy as much as they want. The sound of the piano stopped for a while, but they were still intoxicated. The music not only echoed in the ears, but also stirred everyone's heart.
"My dear, it's so nice!" Chao screamed with clapping hands, which praised simple but direct.
"It's nice." Several little girls nodded frequently.
Liu Ye'er looked at Liu Xinmei repeatedly, this is indeed her family? Would n’t it be Fox Immortal? She has been with Liu Xinmei since she was a child, but now she dare not say that she is the one who knows her best.
In her memory, the young lady is beautiful and gentle. Her tenderness is almost cowardly and humble, and her eyes are always erratic. The young lady ’s upbringing is very good. The grandma invited by the lady was a servant in the palace. She repeated the language and movements mechanically day after day. . Although the collection of books at home is rich, she really can't remember what the young lady has read.
Looking at her doubts, Liu Xinmei did not intend to explain. Who would believe such a thing?
"If you like it, I will play it for you in the future, I will know more!" Liu Xinmei was not humble at all.
"What is this called?" Chao Fan pointed and asked.
Uh, is it Zheng? There is no need to mention the word "ancient".
"Mother teach you a poem!" Alas, there is no way, I am so versatile.
"Jin Se has no strings for fifty years, a string of thoughts to reflect the Chinese New Year. Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, Wang Dichun heart cares for rhododendrons. The sea is full of pearls with tears, and the blue fields are warm and jade smoke. "" Since ancient times, love words are the most hurtful! Fortunately, she has not fallen.
The small hand kept sliding, and the ruddy little mouth murmured: "Why are there fifty strings?"
Uh! This is not the point, okay? All the poignant beauty defeated in front of the innocence.
"When you grow up, or read a few more books, maybe you will understand." Such a small child will not understand the misery. However, she really did not know whether the child had the opportunity to read this poem. Whether Li Shangyin was born in the past or in the future of Xi Chu, she still has no way to figure out.
"What kind of tune did the mother just play?" His little hands couldn't help but fiddle with the strings, but he just made a few strange sounds, and the sound of "boom" and "boom" sounded like cotton.
"It's so unpleasant." Chao Wan said disgustedly: "Why is the mother's hand put up, is it different?"
"Hehe ..." The words made everyone laugh.
"The words in the book are not all the same, but the readers understand it differently." It is very troublesome to explain the truth to the children. It is obviously a profound truth, but you must use plain and easy-to-understand words To explain clearly.
"Can I also learn this?" This child is very surprised to see everything, always eager to try.
"Of course it is, but my mother still hopes you learn to play the flute." Liu Xinmei's favorite is under a tree of peach blossoms. In the colorful scenery, a man in white clothes wins the snow, and he wears three thousand ink and jade flute in hand The melodious fairy music is looming.
"What's the flute?" Transcendence activated the curious baby mode. There is no way. There are too many people and things in this world that he doesn't understand.
"It's also a musical instrument. Like zither, it can play beautiful sounds. And, in the eyes of my mother, the man who plays the flute is the most handsome." Liu Xinmei said unobtrusively.
"Will the father know?" He asked, tilting his head.
Liu Xinmei shook her head awkwardly. Where would she know? But such a cold person is not worthy of being with Jade Flute, and that guy should be holding an iron flute in his hand.
"Four emperors will always meet?" He asked persistently.
"My mother doesn't know, you can ask him yourself next time." Liu Xinmei had some pitiful child in his heart, would he know these two men in his life?
"He hasn't seen me in a long time." The little man sighed greatly.
The pale blue shirt seemed to appear in front of him again, with a gentle eyebrow and a light smile. Such a gentle and jade-like person, if matched with the picture just now, might not be at odds.
The smile on Liu Xin's brow and lips suddenly softened.