Crazy Piano Graffiti

Dandy and absurd, violent and sentimental. Everyone knows that the Ninth Prince Xue Huai has a notorious reputation. I heard that Xue Huai's favorite thing was painting, but he didn't paint landscapes, birds and animals, he only painted people and beauties. It's just that the beauties in the stacks of scrolls were painted and became the souls of Xue Huai's sword. That is a book of beauty and a book of dead people. This time, Xue Huai asked someone to go back and paint the beautiful but sickly young steward of the Yanyuan Garden, Jiang Zhiming. It's hard to find Jiang Zhiming in one song. In the banquet garden of Huajie and Liuxiang, the number one star is not a beautiful woman, but a pure courteous man, not only because of that person's unparalleled appearance, but also because of that person's music. A song that shakes the soul. Once it enters the ear, it is like a poppy. The listener can only beg for love like crazy and give away all his wealth just to hear the next song. If he cannot, he will have trouble sleeping and eating, and he will be depressed all day long without drinking water until he dies. "Aren't you afraid if I invite you here?" Xue Huai asked with interest, lifting Jiang Zhiming's chin with a folding fan. Jiang Zhiming raised his head: "What do you want me to be afraid of?" "My writings are all about dead people," Xue Huai said. Jiang Zhiming laughed, with a sickly blush on his snow-white face: "Sir, many people have died under my piano." "Would you like to hear a song?" The mad dog prince attacks × the crazy criticizes the beauty They are not normal people, they are crazy. Intention: I love you in the most paranoid way.