With one finger to close the sound, the Zhu string is gone. The man was slightly startled, then put away his surprised expression and sighed softly: "If you haven't heard it for a few days, you will no longer be familiar with this song."
Everyone who heard it knew that he was modest and smiled without saying a word. Only he snorted and left indifferently.
Did you come to him just to listen to this piece of music? Huh, not surprising. He, Mo Yang, doesn't care.
Seeing him leaving, the man in front of the guqin only smiled faintly, showing no emotion.
It was like this again, every time I came to see him, no matter what the matter was, he would always be left smiling lightly.
How long will these days continue? It seems to be endless...