Nalan Chunbo once again glanced at the person over there who was cooking and chatting, and then continued to lower his head to do what he was doing, without answering Uncle He's words.
The friends in the village were playing in groups on the beach. It was hard to see at a glance, it was so lively.
It was already past seven o'clock when dinner was ready, and the food was already ready. There were two full tables with no stools, because everyone did not need to sit down, they could just sit around the table and eat what they liked.
A very comfortable way.
It was an annual festival to celebrate their harvest, and their discussions with joy could not stop. Nalan Chunbo walked to the prepared piano, and Wenshan had already passed by. She stood on the steps and said with a smile: "Well, The two of us have nothing to offer, so we decided to perform a show for everyone today just to entertain everyone."
There was a roar of applause from below. Wenshan used her mobile phone to find the song she wanted to sing, and then placed it directly in front of Nalan Chunbo.
Nalan Chunbo: "..."
Wen Shan smiled and said: "This, this, I want to sing this."
There was only music score but no name, so Nalan Chunbo didn’t know what kind of music it was, so he could only play it according to the music score.
Wenshan cleared her throat and started singing.
[Coffee on the Left Bank of the Seine
I'll taste your beauty with a cup in my hand
Mouth that leaves a lip mark
Who wrote the wrong name of the rose in the florist shop
The confession balloon blew across the street
Smiles fly in the sky
You said you were a bit difficult to pursue and you wanted me to give up before the difficulties]
Wenshan had a nice voice and sang nicely, but the lyrics made Nalan Chunbo pause for a moment, and even the movements of his men failed to continue coherently.
Nalan Chunbo raised his head and happened to meet Wenshan's eyes. Her eyes were as bright and cheerful as ever, but there was a touch of heaviness in this joy.
Nalan Chunbo's heart sank, he must have made her sad after all.
This was the last result he wanted to see, but in the end it was caused by him
After the confession balloon she sang to him ended, Wenshan deliberately avoided Nalan Chunbo's eyes, and then looked at the fishermen with a smile, "This can be considered the gift we brought you."
"Okay-" The fishermen below kept applauding enthusiastically and kept calling them to come over and eat.
Nalan Chunbo looked at Wenshan who jumped down the steps to mingle with the fishermen. She was still smiling happily.
Nalan Chunbo curled his lips slightly, then reached out and pressed lightly on the keys, and played a soft tune again.
Bai Ying held the cat and leaned against the door, looking at Nalan Chunbo who was playing the piano with his eyes downcast, "What happened?"
Although Bai Ying didn't know what happened, Nalan Chunbo had been with her since she was a few years old, and she almost brought him up. If he had something on his mind, she, as her aunt, knew very well.
Nalan Chunbo never told Bai Ying about this matter. He believed that his uncle would not tell his younger aunt these things in the letter.
Nalan Chunbo pressed the last note, then looked up at Bai Ying, "I'm not worried. I just went to more places recently and felt that I was too tired from my previous life."
"Since you don't want to say it, forget it. Your sister is very worried about you." Bai Ying interrupted her without waiting for him to finish his lie.
There was a sense of separation in Nalan Chunbo's lowered eyes. He knew that Ye Yuwei was worried about him, so he didn't know how to go back.