bullyxtreme Chapter 216 - Music Score
Chapter 216 - Music Score
"I...I...I'm fine, Madam Xiao, this is your piano, please keep it."
Qing Mo took the piano happily, stroked the strings continuously, and then put her cheek against the strings. Fortunately, her piano was still there. She had a very bad dream. In the dream, Yuan Xing was taken away by someone.
Suddenly, she raised her head and looked around, finally her eyes fixed on Song Yuntian's face.
"No, where is this? Yuntian, why are you here?"
"Madam Xiao, this is the backyard of Prince Mu's Mansion."
Qingmo took two steps back in despair while holding the piano. She was still brought out by them. She didn't know how Xiao was doing now. I hope he didn't get hurt!
"Mrs. Xiao, don't worry..." Song Yuntian saw Qingmo's concerns at a glance and was interrupted just as he was about to persuade her.
"Mo'er, you're finally awake. Are you hungry? I made some hot porridge for you." Xiao Mu walked over quickly with a tray, a bright smile on his face.
"Xiao...you are here too...that's great." Qing Mo's eyes instantly turned red.
"Why are you still like a child? Come into the house and have some porridge." Xiao Mu quickly changed to holding the tray with one hand, and with the other hand he put his arm around her shoulders and brought her back into the house, coaxing her in a low voice as he walked.
Song Yuntian turned around with some disappointment, and couldn't help but begin to envy Xiao Mu and his wife. Although they had experienced so much, they had supported each other for so many years, and their love remained as deep as ever, not worn away by time, and they now had such a wonderful daughter.
In Mu Ziyan's room, Xiao Mu fed porridge to Qing Mo's lips one spoonful at a time. Qing Mo stared at the guqin on the table without raising her eyes. Her mind was constantly recalling the guqin sound she had just vaguely heard. Why did that tune feel both strange and familiar? Where had she heard it before?
"Xiao, why is it that the same tune played by someone else can make people feel restless and even bloodthirsty for a moment?"
"It may be that the state of mind of the person playing the piano is different." Xiao Mu said softly.
"Is it really like this?" Qing Mo stroked Yuan Xing gently with both hands, a hint of worry in his eyes. He couldn't help but think of the blood letter left by the ancestor of the Mu family. This zither itself must have grievances, so every generation of the Shen family must find the kindest and purest person to take over the zither.
"Don't think about these unhappy things anymore. Look what I found for you?" Xiao Mu reached his hand into his sleeve pocket and looked at Qing Mo mysteriously.
Qing Mo shook his head absentmindedly, touching the guqin with a feeling of uneasiness in his heart. He didn't even glance at Xiao Mu, leaving Xiao Mu sighing aside.
"Since you, Mo'er, are not interested in this guqin score, I have no choice but to burn it." Xiao Mu glanced at Qing Mo's expression and said with a little regret, as if he was about to get up and leave.
"Wait! Take it out and let me see it!" Qing Mo hurriedly grabbed his arm anxiously.
"Now you are in the mood to pay attention to me?" Xiao Mu asked with a raised eyebrow.
Qingmo stared at him with his lively eyes and nodded continuously, then took the old and yellowed music score in his hand and flipped through it carefully.
Seeing her increasingly happy expression, Xiao Mu's lips curled up into a satisfied smile. It seemed that his whole day and night of chess game was not in vain. It was all worth it to get her smile.
In a short while, Qingmo finished reading the thin piano score and sat down beside the piano eager to try. He could even imagine the mood of the piece in his mind, and his hands were trembling slightly.
She lightly pressed the strings of the zither with her bare hands and slowly closed her eyes. The graceful melody poured out from her fingertips, and all kinds of fragments emerged in her mind.