Qingjun's eyebrows and eyes, the background is a large number of blooming peonies, his thin lips hooked, eyebrows and eyes drooping.
From the bottom of his heart, exudes a noble and cool temperament. The tassels of Buddha beads on the wrist sway gently, as if they can instantly pull people into that time of war and unique feelings.
Charming as hell!
Song Yaoyao struggled to look away from Huo Yunque, unhealthy images always appeared in her mind involuntarily.
And a vocabulary learned from reading novels, the best—
The male protagonists in the novel are all in golden proportions, with broad shoulders, narrow hips and long legs, handsome and wealthy.
But Song Yaoyao felt that those adjectives piled up with gorgeous rhetoric couldn't describe Huo Yunque's feeling.
"Song Yaoyao, why are you in a daze?"
Gorgeous and low notes escaped from his mouth.
"No! Brother, I'm brewing up my emotions!"
Huo Yunque propped his forehead and smiled, seeing through but not telling, "Then have you prepared it yet?"
"Okay, okay!"
Song Yaoyao stumbled back, those small but slender fingers got used to playing the keys for a while, and in the next second, melodious notes flowed out from under her hands.
echoes in the night sky.
"Dream Wedding" is in G minor, 1=bB in the fixed mode, and ends with "6" in the first mode. It happens that 6 is the key of G in the fixed mode, so it is called G minor.
It was because of this piece of music that Song Yaoyao had the idea of learning piano in her previous life.
After a short period of jerky, her fingers jumped briskly on the black and white keys, like a fish in water.
Each piece of music is performed by different people, and it will produce different emotions and effects.
Like Song Yaoyao, the dream wedding she plays is sweet and brisk.
Each paragraph gives people a different feeling, warm like wind, sweet like honey.
Even after listening to it, people can't help but look forward to it, and start yearning for their wedding.
The man closed his eyes, tapped his fingers, and tapped the time casually.
Until the last note fell, the surroundings returned to silence again.
The man closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.
He leaned there like a painting.
Song Yaoyao knelt on the seat and leaned over quietly, "Brother, are you asleep?"
"elder brother?"
Huo Yunque remained motionless, breathing steadily.
Song Yaoyao took a deep breath, and immediately remembered the incident of stealing a kiss that she failed at the beginning! Facts have proved that she has not given up!
This time, Song Yaoyao clenched her fists to cheer herself up. He licked his lips and quickly moved over.
Chirp!
Kissed him quickly on the cheek.
"Well-"
The man quietly raised the corners of his lips, raised his slender eyelashes, and his eyes were clear.
"Song Yaoyao, are you kissing me secretly?"
"I don't!"
Song Yaoyao was taken aback, and wanted to step back but forgot that she was kneeling on a chair. Unable to stabilize himself, he fell down the chair.
She closed her eyes tightly in fright. For a long time, the pain she imagined did not come.
Instead, she threw herself into a wide embrace that exuded a clear fragrance.
Song Yaoyao pursed her lips, but her heartbeat was crazily accelerating, it was uneasy and uncontrollable jumping for joy.
She, she, she—she kissed her brother!
ah ah!
Song Yaoyao almost wanted to stand up and spin wildly to express her inner joy.
"Fizzy."
The hot palm was pressed against her back, and the slender waist was pinched by the big palm, and the soft part seemed to break if it was folded.
Song Yaoyao froze, her body tensed.