My Old Gong Has Amnesia (我家老宫失忆了)

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Shining Chapter Twenty Four
2019-10-03 16:25 Category: My old lady has lost her memoryTurn off the lights

After talking to Zheng Dong on the phone, Ye Shanshan finally successfully stepped into the bathroom and took a comfortable bath. While wiping my hair, I was thinking, should I take the piano out and review it?

After all, they haven't touched each other for two years. If they mess up Mr. Hess's place, Clifford will be doomed!

Thinking of the white-haired old man who always blew his beard and glared, Ye Shanshan touched the back of his hand - he had been beaten several times with a stick in the past, and he had a psychological shadow. When talking about Teacher Hess, he couldn't help but shrink his hands.

In comparison, even though the Demon King Miyako wants to take away his lollipop, there is comfort in comparison. His sponsor is still so gentle!

When Gongyue returned home from the impromptu meeting, before he even entered the door, he heard the sweet sound of a piano, like a lake under the moonlight. The sparkling waves were so soft and intoxicating that it felt like something was missing.

Listening to the sound of the piano, Gong Yue suddenly remembered that when he was very young, both his father and mother loved the piano. Especially his mother, who would sometimes hold him in her arms, hold his hand, press the black and white keys one by one, and hum a simple tune.

But everything changed later.

Butler Hawke took Miyazuki's coat and stood aside respectfully, "Master, Mr. Ye has put the piano in the greenhouse and is practicing. He also asked me to tell you that when you come back, you can go to the greenhouse to listen to him playing music. "

Of course, Ye Xianxian's original words were, "Uncle, if Gong Yue comes back, ask him to come to the greenhouse and listen to my high-end and elegant solo recital!" He also added, "Maybe his soul After being baptized by music, I won't be so ruthless in forcing me to study!"

After Butler Hawke finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that there was a time in the past when Ye Shanshan liked to go to the flower room, euphemistically called it to cultivate aesthetic sentiments. Because the flowers inside were chosen by him, they basically didn't have a strong fragrance, so they wouldn't make him sneeze.

But later I learned that Ye Shanshan went to the flower house not to enjoy the flowers and have afternoon tea, but because he raised more than twenty tadpoles in it and happily chatted with them every day to cultivate cross-racial friendships.

In the end, the tadpoles turned into frogs and ran away. Ye Shanxuan was depressed for several days, but Gong Yue took him out for a long horse ride before he recovered.

When Gong arrived at the door of the flower room, his pace slowly slowed down. At this moment, the darkness is left behind.

In the brightly lit flower room, Ye Xingxuan was sitting among the blooming flowers, her fingers flying, and every time she hit the keys, notes would flow out.

He was wearing a white shirt, with the three buttons on the collar undone, revealing his delicate collarbones, as well as skin as gentle as mutton-fat jade. The back is very straight and the butterfly bones are slightly curved, making people couldn't help but look at it again and again.

For a moment, Gong Yue felt that he was fascinated.

Ye Shanshan had already heard Gong Yue's footsteps and felt that he was at the door. After playing that short section, he let go of his hand and the sound of the piano stopped hastily.

Turning his head and looking towards the door, through the lush flowers, Ye Shanshan waved his hand towards the man standing at the door of the flower room, his voice was a little dejected, "You are back, how is your day going?"