Thirteen, the pheasant is flying

Besides, since Shen Fang resigned, Lin Zhijun sat alone in front of the window and looked at the remnants of the pool.

When she said the origin of "Bibi but more silent" to Shen Fang today, she only felt that the jade standing outside was so cold. With her intuition as a woman, her hostile eyes were faint.

Bi was even more silent. Lin Zhijun smiled faintly. There was no need to be so nervous about this jade. Even if he is tender to Shen Fang, in the end, he is just silent.

Since the fireworks fell that day, she has long been clear about the loneliness in the future. In this situation, even if Lin Zhijun is so noble and talented, who will value it? In the eyes of the world, she is nothing more than a fireworks woman.

As a fireworks woman, she must have this kind of character. In fact, it is cruel and even more sad.

And Shen Fang is like the breeze from the mountains and forests, which only brushed around her by accident. It was just for her to keep it for the rest of her life. How could she stay?

Lin Zhijun thought about this and didn't realize that two lines of tears slowly flowed down the white jade-like cheeks.

On that day, M Mother took him to her, but when she saw that his face was clear, his eyes were clear, his expression was free and easy, and he heard the sound of the piano like fairy music with his own ears. A heart had long been involuntarily admired him.

Lin Zhijun couldn't help sighing. Looking back at this time, he really didn't know that he was lucky and unfortunate. The unfortunate person falls into the wind and dust; but he has to meet a man like Shen Fang, and Shen Yu's two wizards ** piano skills, isn't it also a great blessing in misfortune?

A cool breeze came, and the stalks on the pool trembled and rolled up. Lin Zhijun's temples fluttered like waves, and his clothes were close to his body. His clothes were about to fly, and he was even more pitiful. Juanjuan is a good girl, and she does it.

She was stunned for a long time and unconsciously thought of Yu Qingcun. The romantic figures of these two dynasties are indeed rare in the world. He is also a rare Peugeot among women, but he is not as beautiful as his Eleven.

As for Yu Qingcun's relationship with Shen Fang, she is not particularly surprised when she is in the dusty land. There are also some small hermits in the brothel. What's more, this situation is not uncommon in the world, and it is nothing more than that most people don't want to be known.

Yu Qingcun is implicit and cold, but he seems to be inexperienced in love affairs. Lin Zhijun often caught a glimpse of his eyes on Shen Fang. He was confused and panicked, but he couldn't help but rejoiced and excited.

And when Shen Fang was slightly aware of it and looked at him, Yu Qingcun often turned to it.

Later today, maybe she seemed to be too attentive. When she was serving tea for Shen Fang again and was about to hand it to him, she was taken by Yu Qingcun. As soon as Yu Qingcun got the tea cup, she was stunned, and she stopped in surprise, but she didn't have time to let go. The atmosphere was very strange and embarrassing for a moment, and both of them were a little at a loss.

Just as they looked at each other blankly and didn't know what to do, they stretched out a hand and took the tea gently. The two turned their heads and looked at it together. Shen Fang had already shouted shallowly, and his face was calm, and he continued to talk about the topic of talent.

Shen Fang has always been calm, and I don't know if he knows Yu Qingcun's feelings.

For her, Shen Fang is always extremely gentle and respectful, and has never treated the fireworks woman at all.

It's just that she saw that when the two people said the same thing, the joy in Shen Fang's eyes was completely sincere.

It's just a matter of time, Lin Zhijun thought sadly. And the deep tide of loneliness came.

A few days, that is, the end of the scheduled piano class. So the short happiness and clarity in her life will be nowhere to be found.

She couldn't help the pain in her heart. She got up and turned around and sat next to the piano case. A song "Fly Flying" rose up quietly.

After turning it over twice, I still didn't have enough intention. I didn't realize that the sound and the piano sang:

"The pheasant flies in the morning and sings with each other, and the males are in groups in the mountains. I am injured alone and I don't have a room. What can I do at dusk?" ( Note: This song is quoted from the ancient poem "Flying in the pheasant")

The autumn sun is bleak and the water is cold. Lin Zhijun's face was full of tears, fell on the string, and splashed out with the movement of his fingers.