Ps: This chapter is written by write slowly, which is somewhat sad. Xiao Wen is facing the biggest choice in life, and I see myself in the road of net writing from him. I have written for myself, played by accident, and finally made money by writing. In fact, the code word industry has always been faced with a choice, that is, what kind of text should I write? One side is ideal, the other side is reality. I have wavered, even all the time. Can I make my choice when Xiao Wen makes his choice? to be continued
Chapter five hundred and sixty-two Sublimation
A new song sounded in the breeze, but Xiao Wen couldn’t find the feeling before, so he stepped forward again and returned to the inn he had booked.
The inn and restaurant is a whole. Xiao Wen directly ordered the dining tables, sent Xiao Er to his room, and called 90 thousand out to eat and drink together.
When eating, 90 thousand couldn’t help saying, "haven’t you decided yet?"
"Anyway, it’s almost time to get promoted. Think about it more."
"Well, this can be our future." Ninety thousand said with a smile.
Xiao asked face also float a smile and take the initiative to ninety thousand food, wine.
90,000 people are flattered. After drinking the glass, they laughed and said, "The treatment is good."
At ordinary times, Xiao Wen really seldom has 90,000, because at the dinner table, his speed can never rival 90,000′ s own speed …
"I’m so used to it, but it’s rare to think that I’m still responsible for you. Hey, I’m making amends now. Don’t settle accounts with me if I make a wrong choice." Xiao asked a serious tunnel
"It’s okay, girls don’t care if it’s not much. It’s good to eat, drink and see your heart." Ninety thousand so-called tunnels
Xiao asked nods "well"
However, when Xiao asked quietly lying in bed that night and recalled 90 thousand words, he still felt distressed.
When a woman marries, it’s a lifetime commitment of 90 thousand. Is it a lifetime commitment for him? However, my younger sister has really interpreted "contentment and pure mind" to the extreme, and there is almost no requirement for him …
Although he has long been used to it, he still feels guilty whenever he thinks about it. If the beautiful realm of 90,000 talents and good people is high, if she is put into the demon world, she is Nan Yunqing and Zi Yan in the demon world, and she has a good temper …
He has to be able to make such an excellent 90 thousand follow him all the time …
Perhaps this is the most fundamental difference between fairy beasts and people?
People are particularly strong and fairies need to be satisfied. Can you think too much?
It seems that it is much easier for fairies and beasts to fight than to deal with people.
However, after all, he can’t refuse to consider other ways to promote his rank just because he doesn’t ask for it, and he must be cautious in the future.
The next day, a little before that, Xiao Wen came to the door of the cool wind leaf again.
I waited outside the door for a while, and in his expectation, I caught his piano music yesterday and slowly rang again …
It’s a simple piano music. The tune is soothing and very pleasant, and there is a hint of pleasure in the music. It is said that this kind of music will make people more relaxed and relaxed, but the longer they listen, the faint sadness will quietly penetrate into people’s hearts.
Xiao Wen unconsciously thought of his happy childhood, but even if he was happy again, the time would never come back.
A song will finally be asked, and the true meaning of this song will finally be understood. This is a happy song that remembers the past, and it will certainly make people happy and sad …
Awesome!
I can express my feelings and moods so truly through a piano piece.
At the end of the song, Xiao Wen also came to his senses. The whole person was not calm but was in a very wonderful state.
On the third day, he came to Qingfeng Lingxin more and simply went in.
From this day on, a guest will appear in the lobby every evening. Sometimes he comes very early, sometimes he sits for a while and then leaves, but no matter when he does, he will definitely listen to the song Alan Thrush, which has been preserved by the breeze for the last 20 years, and whenever he hears Alan Thrush, he will become quiet, and he will simply bend over the table and listen to the song attentively.
Gradually, all the staff of Qingfeng Lingxin knew that such a guest, together with Qingfeng Lingxin Department, had a higher evaluation of that Alan Thrushcross, and denied that it was worthy of being reserved.
In the eyes of ordinary people, the guest is just an ordinary person, but in the eyes of discerning people, the guest is definitely a person with status and strength.
Although the guest has been here for several months, the breeze listener never bothered him before, which made the breeze listener feel relieved. Every time he came, the guest sat there quietly listening to the music and never wanted to meet him. Everyone said.
Everyone is the creator and performer of the song Alan Thrush, and the five bosses of Qingfeng Lingxin. In that year, she and four other musicians were able to build this Qingfeng Lingxin Music Workshop in this city. The main purpose was to exchange music between musicians and good people, and then to accept some guests who also like rhythm. It is not to make money …
Every afternoon or evening, everyone is sitting alone behind the gauze curtain in the breeze listening hall, revealing a vague figure …
The guest in the lobby didn’t look at the piano sound from the screen, and he quickly got into the music …
Day after day, two bosom friends were connected again and again because of that Alan thrush, but they didn’t get any closer.
Many young people are glad about this, and they are really afraid that the guest will want to see Shangeverybody. Although they all think that the drama of Qu Jieyuan will be very touching, everyone knows how ridiculous it is to see Shangeverybody and the guest with their own eyes.
If the guest really likes Shang, then the guest will be miserable. When he sees Shang’s real person, he will definitely feel that "Jun was born before I was born, and I was born old". It’s very simple. Shang is already a big age. Although she doesn’t look so old, she is pretty, but compared with that guest, she is too big after all, and she is enough to be the mother …
Besides, Shang is not necessarily rare for the guest. It is said that although Shang plays the zither every day, he is actually a super master, but he has never played in recent years.
Half a year later, the guest is still in love with that song every day. A few guys who are in charge of serving tea and pouring water can almost talk to the guest, and those men and women who are learning rhythm in the workshop are more interested in the guest. You know, this is a bosom friend, and if you can get recognition from this guest, you will definitely feel a sense of accomplishment.
There are more people learning Alan Thrushcross, and more and more people play this song during the free performance, hoping to get the attention of the guest.
However, it is a pity that the guest is quite picky about others. Alan Thrushcross root can’t attract him.
Finally, the atmosphere of listening to the breeze gradually changed, especially when the guest appeared. This place is no longer a place suitable for listening to music quietly, even if playing behind the curtain is still popular.
On this day, after everyone played a piece of Alan Thrushcross, the guest stood up and turned to the figure behind the gauze curtain and walked to the gate.
This is the first time that this guest has paid tribute to Shang everyone. Some people still have stories to tell, but only those who observe carefully can see in the guest’s eyes that he is leaving and will never come back!
Xiao Wen returned to the inn and has decided to stay here for the last night. It’s nothing to give up when he leaves his heart.
Seeing that he was about to fall asleep in the middle of the night, a Zheng suddenly sounded in his ear.
"Huh?" Xiao asked was startled and sat up from the bed.
"It’s rude to disturb the guests." A soft voice sounded in Xiao Wen’s ear, and it was an old woman.
"And you are?" Xiao Wengen doesn’t know how the sound came and asked warily in the dark.