Painting Rivers and Lakes, the Breeze Is Like a Sword Like a Shadow

In the blink of an eye, I have been writing this book for half a month. Thank you for your continued reading. This book is suitable for listening. I would also like to ask you to help me comment on the book and remind me to update it. I am very grateful for your support and encouragement. I wish you all have good dreams at night and all your dreams come true during the day. I've been busy these past two days and haven't had time to update. I'm sorry to keep you all waiting for so long.

In Yinfeng Tower, Xue Yuehua's residence, Xue Yuehua was playing the piano behind the curtain. Xiaoyu and Mo's uncles and nephews did not disturb her after they arrived, but stayed quietly outside the curtain. As time passed, Xue Yuehua showed no sign of stopping. Mo Xuanshu frowned slightly when he saw this, and his body seemed to be unable to hold back. Mo Qinghua felt his nephew move, and couldn't help but put his right hand on Mo Xuanshu's shoulder. Feeling the warmth coming from his shoulder, Mo Xuanshu couldn't help but calm down a little. "Second uncle?" Seeing Mo Xuanshu turning around, his mind had calmed down, and Mo Qinghua couldn't help stroking his beard with his right hand and showing a smile. After a while, as if she felt that the mood of the people outside the curtain had not changed at all, Xue Yuehua frowned slightly and finally stopped the lyre in her hand. Seeing this, Xiaoyu quickly stepped forward and walked behind the curtain. "Miss, the fourth young master of the Mo family has arrived." "Well. You girl, why didn't you inform me earlier when the distinguished guest is coming? Why didn't you let the distinguished guest wait for so long?" "Miss, it's your fault, please punish me." Mo Xuanshu felt that the two were acting behind the curtain, and a surge of anger arose spontaneously, but Mo Qinghua on the side took the first step and calmed Mo Xuanshu down. "Little girl, the piano is good, and the person is also good. It seems that Lian Yue has everything to teach you." "Yeah." Xue Yuehua was stunned for a moment when she heard the word "Lian Yue". "Senior, do you know Aunt Lian Yue?" "Haha." Hearing Xue Yuehua's words of inquiry, Mo Qinghua was silent and sad. Mo Xuanshu on the side looked at Mo Qinghua in surprise. "Second uncle?" Hearing his nephew's question, Mo Qinghua shook his head silently. "It seems that I haven't left even a single cent in her heart." "Senior, Aunt Lian Yue..." Mo Qinghua had a wry smile on his face, looking at Xue Yuehua in the room, hesitant to speak. "Girl, it doesn't have to be like this, Lian Yue... Has Lian Yue lived a happy life these years?" "Alas..." Xue Yuehua looked solemn when she heard this. She slowly stood up, walked out of the bead curtain, and came to the outer room. "Aunt Lian Yue, she..." "What? Has Lian Yue been wronged in any way?" Xue Yuehua shook her head slightly when she heard this, and then nodded again. Mo Qinghua frowned slightly when he saw this, and felt slightly bitter for a moment. "The years are like a dream, the prosperity is in a hurry. The flowers bloom and fall, and the beauty fades away. It is heartbreaking to ask for but not get." The shadow of the moon dances, a song of separation and sadness. Complaints of broken heart, difficult to understand, difficult to understand. The country is picturesque and the personnel are changeable. After so many years of separation, we have become strangers to each other. The green silk is like a waterfall, turning into snow in an instant, and the years are ruthless and mournful. Peach plums and spring breeze, who says goodbye and thinks for himself? Who is romantically involved? The dream was shattered, leaving only the desolate painting on the snow. The prosperity of the world will eventually turn into dust. Life is short and fleeting. When the song ends, the prosperity disappears, leaving only sadness alone. " "Second uncle?" "Senior?" Mo Xuanshu and Xue Yuehua spoke out at the same time. "It makes you girl laugh. Has Chen Xuan ever gone to Yunwu Peak to look for Lian Yue?" "Huh?" Xue Yuehua frowned slightly, then shook her head and revealed a wry smile. "Master Chen has never been to Yunwu Peak. Even if he... He might have gone, he might not be able to see him. Aunt Lian Yue was trapped in the cliff because of him. She was silent and sad and could not step out for the rest of her life."