Red plums reflect youth

Chapter 139

After Ziqing got the score, he tried to play it in the room.

The wind is howling, and the moonlight is cold.From the West Wing of Liu Mansion, the sound of the qin was heard intermittently, and the music was out of tune.

Ziqing frowned slightly, and couldn't help but press the strings to stop the sound, and looked at the music score again.

The music recorded on the score is really strange, with ever-changing tones and a huge span of inflection, which does not follow the music theory at all.

How did my mother play this piece of music?

Ziqing has tried dozens of playing methods, but no matter how she plays, she can't get the tune out.

Can't help sighing, touched the piano score.

This is the only thing left by my mother...

On one side is the righteousness of the country and the lives of the people; on the other side is my own love and freedom~~Mother finally chose to end her own life to end this unavoidable tragedy.

Is it right or wrong?

If you...how would you choose?

I also left arbitrarily because of cowardice, which caused great pain to each other, so I will never do it a second time.And what if it is for righteousness?Is such a sacrifice worthwhile for the peace among nations and the happiness of all the people in Daqing?

Just as Ziqing was thinking, Qiao Yang pushed the door open and came in. As soon as he entered, he said, "Ziqing, why is it so cold in the room?"

"Huh?" Ziqing answered blankly because she was too distracted to hear Qiao Yang's question.

But Qiao Yang exclaimed: "The fire in the stove has gone out! No wonder!" Qiao Yang blamed, and walked to the stove to start a fire: "Ziqing, why didn't you pay attention? Huh?"

Ziqing smiled slightly and said, "I'm thinking about the piano score, but I don't feel cold..."

"Aren't you cold?" After turning on the heater, Qiao Yang went to Ziqing and sat down next to him. As soon as he touched Ziqing's body, he felt a burst of distress: "It's not cold...your body is frozen into ice." As he said that, he took off his coat and put it on Ziqing, scolding him, "What should I do if I'm sick? Your body has always been weak, and you don't know how to take good care of yourself."

The remaining body temperature on the coat made Ziqing feel a warm current in his heart. He looked up at Qiao Yang and smiled foolishly.

"Why are you laughing so stupidly, haha." Qiao Yang scratched Ziqing's nose lovingly, stretched out his hand to hold Ziqing's hand in his big warm hand, and muttered: "I knew it, your hand is also It's freezing, let me keep you warm."

"I'm so happy..." Ziqing murmured.

"What did you say?" Qiao Yang looked at Ziqing happily after hearing this, "Say it again."

"I feel so happy." Ziqing repeated, his face brimming with happiness.

"Then let's be happy like this forever, shall we?" Qiao Yang looked at Ziqing seriously.

Ziqing smiled warmly and nodded.

"Little fool..." Qiao Yang was also filled with happiness, and he gently held Ziqing in his arms, and said with concern: "Shen Luoshu just asked you to play the song your mother used to play at the state banquet, so as to arouse Kashi King Wu’s memories, it’s enough to have that taste, there’s no need to really play it like your mother. Look at you, you’ve been sitting here for a whole day because of this song..."

Then, Qiao Yang lowered his head, looked at Ziqing, and said seriously: "Besides, your real identity must never be revealed. If you can really play this song, and with your appearance, King Kashiwu will definitely would be suspicious."

"I know..." Ziqing nodded, and said softly, "I just want to know how my mother played this piece, and what kind of emotion she had at that time to integrate these difficult and rigid transpositions, so that all the people here can listen to the music. Everyone was amazed..."

"Fool, you are not your mother, how can you know her feelings?" Qiao Yang said, suddenly smiled, and said gratefully: "However, I am really grateful to her, in such a desperate situation, she resolutely insisted Give birth to you. Otherwise..." Qiao Yang looked at Ziqing with pity: "Otherwise I would never have the chance to meet you, otherwise...we wouldn't be so happy today."

Ziqing heard the words, but a trace of worry flashed in his eyes: "But... my mother is not as lucky as me... She betrayed the people of Daqing for her father, but my father failed her... But at the banquet back then, The mother deliberately made herself as seductive as Manzhushahua, and wanted her father to remember her appearance forever... Is her love for him so deep? And father...will he remember?" Ziqing said Then, she stretched out her hand and plucked lightly on the strings: "Do you think my mother will be very desperate when she plays this piece?"

"Let me tell you~" Qiao Yang said with a smile: "If you can't play the relationship between your parents, then don't play it. It's better to play the relationship between us."

"Our relationship?" Ziqing looked up at Qiao Yang suspiciously.

"That's right~" Qiao Yang went on to say: "The twists and turns of our journey, if you play the music, it must be no worse than your mother's~ But..." Qiao Yang said, his eyes filled with tenderness: "It's better not to play I'm here." Holding Ziqing in his arms affectionately: "If two people can embrace each other like this, it will be better than playing any song..."

"Qiao Yang..." Listening to Qiao Yang's magnetic and gentle voice, Ziqing felt that she was about to melt into his arms.Yes, if the two can cuddle tightly, why bother to express their feelings through piano music.The most beautiful and touching love songs must be entrusted with the deepest lack and regret of the piano player.

"Ziqing, I want to kiss you." Seeing Ziqing's eyes shining brightly, Qiao Yang's heart surged, he closed his eyes gently, but looked for his soft lips, and said affectionately Licking and sucking, finally prying his lips open, hooking his soft tongue, tender and lingering.

When Qiao Yang was willing to let go of his lips, both of them were already breathing rapidly, their chests kept rising and falling.They looked at each other deeply, and the next moment, they hugged each other eagerly, eager to possess each other and melt each other.

Not long after, the sound of heavy breathing and groaning could be heard in the west wing room.

In the mirror on the cabinet, the lingering mood of the two of them was reflected.One has a strong and delicate body and his back is twitching, while the other sits on top of him, hugging him tightly with delicate arms, obeying him.And the hibiscus-like blushing face resting on his shoulders had hazy eyes, blurred and seductive.

Suddenly, the pair of blurred and slack eyes in the mirror became clear, as if seeing himself like this for the first time, he was a little distracted.

Charming bewitching face, bone-biting alluring soul.

It's like that time when I saw myself in my mother's makeup in my mother's boudoir...

Ziqing was startled, and suddenly thought of something.

"what happened?"

Sensing Ziqing's distraction, Qiao Yang asked softly while kissing Ziqing's neck.

Ziqing shook his head, held Qiao Yang's head in his hands, gazed tenderly into his eyes, and smiled softly, "Qiao Yang, I love you...um...ha..."

In exchange for deeper thrusting and longing.

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I really want to let go of writing, but when I think of the censorship wind blowing again, I hide it again, which is really uncomfortable...