It's another spring rain, and the pear blossoms on the trees are pitying, and the breeze blows the pool wrinkles, and the clothes are rustling.

Since ancient times, there are many literati in Xiqing Mansion, which seems to have a little graceful charm in the water and soil, so that ordinary people like to enjoy flowers and fight grass and do some romantic and elegant things.

The Flower God Temple Fair was held outside the city on this day, which was very lively. Since last night, there had been a little rain. There were fewer people coming out to look for flowers and willows. Even the madam Aunt Lan of Tianxianglou was lazy to get up.

What about brothels and Chuguan? It’s not the time to run a business during the day, and there are few people, so I’ll just be lazy.

The spring wind is born with a lingering feeling, and it is weak when blowing the spring rain. A layer of cow hair slowly spreads away, as if someone's house shakes a bunch of gauze into the patio.

Aunt Lan yawned lazily, leaned against the railing on the second floor and glanced out randomly. She heard the small door at the end of the corridor creaking, and the movement of shaking the fan paused, then twisted her waist and stood up.

"I've copied it?" she asked the boy in white who walked out of here.

The young man turned around and showed a fair face. He was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with handsome eyebrows and broad eyes, but he had a clear and beautiful appearance, not as good as a person who appeared in a beautiful way.

"It's finished copying." He smiled slightly, just like a pool of spring water that was wrinkled outside.

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After a while, a group of teenage boys and girls came together, accompanied by girls and book boys. They looked very well dressed.

Nearly ten masters and servants, stuffing the remaining half of the pavilion, chatting and pressing down the sound of the piano.

I don’t know who saw someone playing the piano on the other end first, so they winked each other and slowly calmed down.

Ren Ze ignored it. After the song was over, he was thinking about what to play the next song, but he suddenly saw a blue robe in front of him.

When he looked up, he was a young man of about the same age as himself, with an arrogant face.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Ren Ze calmly lowered his head again and made another gesture.

The young master, who was ignored like this, looked red, and the companions were also hilarious. Among them, a girl in purple was thinking about whether to say anything to stop her, but now she finds this scene interesting.

"Hey, you can play the piano, too?"

The young master was determined to get back his face, so he deliberately shook the white jade bone fan and said loudly.

Ren Ze ignored it and instantly played another song, and the young master's face turned into a pig's liver.

"It's cloudy and rainy," said the young master viciously, "Look at the guy you gave birth to is pretty, you don't even know this, but you come here to show off! How can you be considered an Aegean person?"

Ren Ze's subordinates kept distracted, but finally saw each other and said lightly: "I think you don't have a good look. I'm just making a living by this. I'll use this piano to see the light of day again. I'll use each other to use each other, so how can I talk about love?"

Everyone couldn't help but feel silent.

Who doesn’t love money, but they were born to be spoiled, just talking about the romance, have you ever heard someone say so openly how to use it?

A few people frowned and stood up one after another, saying, "What's the use of being a beautiful skin? They are just a fool with a stinky body!"

"Let's go, it's really uncomfortable to stay here."

Even the young master who was provoking trouble changed into a high-profile expression again, snorted coldly, and left in his sleeves.

No matter how long Ren Ze was around, he just closed his eyes and played the piano. After a while, his fingertips felt a little painful. Then he opened his eyes again and saw that the tourists in the pavilion had left, leaving only a girl in purple.

The two of them suddenly looked at each other, and were stunned at first, then they both withdrew their gaze, a little embarrassed.

The cool breeze blows by the spring rain, and a few pear blossoms stained with rain fall down, instantly breaking the calm.

But the girl spoke first, "The young master's piano sounds like worry."

Originally, the sound of the piano was light and leisurely, and many tourists liked to come and listened, and they were generous in their actions. But somehow, the sound of the piano gradually became deep and desolate. With the storm outside, it was particularly scattered, annoying that many tourists left with disgust.

Ren Ze's eyelashes trembled slightly and said lightly: "Who is not suffering in life?"

The girl was stunned, as if she was touched by her thoughts, and her beautiful face was also covered with sorrow and she stopped talking.

The outsiders came and went, but only two people sat silently and no one said to leave.

Ren Ze took a break and played again. Soon after, a girl came and said to the girl, "Why are the girl still here? It's cold and rainy, don't stay for too long."

The girl glanced at Ren Ze, said nothing, and stood up quietly and left.

When the master and servant left the pavilion, Ren Ze looked up and saw a small "Square" mark under the umbrella held by the woman. His fingertips moved slightly, and the tune had changed.

The girl Fang was about to step on the stool and board the carriage. Suddenly, she heard the sound of the piano in her ears, and subconsciously turned her head to look.

The person who played the piano seemed to be indifferent and still sat there playing the piano like that.

But the sound of this piano clearly means farewell...
Chapter completed!