"Where did he leave the imperial capital?" In the quiet piano room, only Leng Yiyao's voice sounded faintly. Her eyes fell on the keyboard, as if she was just asking casually. Teacher Qin's face changed slightly. In the end, he shook his head helplessly: "I don't know very well, he just asked me to take care of you."

M's identity and back are too special, and only a few people knew about it back then. Now, those who know the details are either dead or will never speak again. She really doesn't want to involve this little girl in danger.

What's more, she really didn't know where M was going. After leaving, he just entrusted her to take good care of Leng Yiyao and avoid some possible dangers as much as possible.

She is getting older, and she has gradually lost her mind about the past over the years. Now that she does not perform on stage, it is not a bad thing to truly be a piano teacher.

"If that's the case, let's start." Leng Yiyao measured the probe, and the lamp shadow was exposed on her face, drawing a tranquil smile.

What exactly is M's identity, in fact, she already has a vague guess. However, now that everyone has spoken, there is no need to hide their heads and show their tails. Originally, Shengde High School stipulated that there should be club activities, and since she had already chosen it, she simply did not bother to change it.

Besides, for now, M is really protecting her.

Since the purpose is clear, why bother to pursue his methods, after all, he wants to return to the imperial capital, right?

When the two women looked at each other and smiled, M didn't know what would happen when Teacher Qin and Leng Yiyao became teachers and students in the true sense.

Now, in the dark night, he is standing in a wilderness deep in the mountains.

The extremely cold temperature difference dyed this highland with white snow and frost. He had silver hair scattered around him, and a white fox cloak was casually put on behind him. The silver eyes were no longer in the way, staring at this piece of land quietly, what caught the eye was the boundless silence.

Here, there is no light, no fire, everything is only by starlight to see the road ahead and the vastness.

From the imperial capital to here, it is actually very far, as far as it is not in a country, but it is very close and clear, as long as you want, you can reach it by plane in a day.

M lowered his head and glanced at his palm. It was not that he was unwilling to come, but that he was fascinated. Too many pasts had hindered his footsteps.

Leaving the imperial capital this time, his first destination was not here, on the contrary, it was a city far away from here. There is the madness that people in this world have been chasing for a long time. Beautiful and indescribable.

For men, it is the supreme enjoyment. About, is the ultimate desire of any ordinary man in this world.

The most beautiful dancer, the most lingering love, as long as you want, there can satisfy all your hopes.

From this point of view, his "relatives" are actually very good to him, so good that they are willing to give them all the pleasures that men like in this world.

He smiled coldly, a sarcasm flashed in his calm eyes, his eyes meandering along the snow-white ground, gradually looking into the distance.

The posture is solemn and peaceful, firm and shocking, and it seems that he has instantly become a god in this world.

The wind, Ling Ran's icy cold, hit his face, like a needle pierced into the skin, causing pain all over his body. He lowered his eyes, but smiled slightly...

The few strong men in black who had been "protecting" his whereabouts on weekdays were now hanging upside down on the branches beside them, with expressions of terror and despair on their faces, as if they had lost their voices before they could resist. He stared blankly at M's back, as if he didn't know until the moment of death that it would end like this. Judging from the corpses that have gradually lost their body temperature and become gradually stiff, each of them was killed in one stroke without warning.

"What are you doing here?" A voice of vicissitudes and aging suddenly sounded on the uninhabited white mountain. The speaker's voice seemed to be reminiscing, and it seemed to be sighing, full of incredible. It should be a question, but when he blurted it out, it seemed to become a self-questioning question, as if he was not expecting M to respond at all. So, after just saying this, it fell into silence again.

In the strange environment, the storm is rising, the snow is spreading, and when you look around, you can't see anyone, but M doesn't seem to be surprised that someone will suddenly speak.

Looking up and looking at the star-filled sky, the expression on his face did not change at all as the people behind him were killed one by one. Only the voice of the old man fell just now, and all around, as if responding, there were many more voices in an instant.

"Sasha—Sasha—"

It was the sound of walking hard in the snow, the footsteps rubbing against the thick snowflakes on the ground, and the sound of slowly approaching him. In this dark night, it looked extremely eerie. In less than a moment, he was surrounded by a group.

He didn't even turn his head back, but his eyes fell silently on the scene in front of him, as if arousing something or calming something down.

"Bang" -

Finally, the footsteps behind him stopped at the same time, and I don't know how many people fell to their knees at the same time, all kneeling on the ground. The thick snow covered almost half of their bodies, but their faces were very peaceful: "After eight years, you are finally back."

M suddenly turned around and looked at the group of people who had become one with the color of the snow. His eyes shifted slightly. The expression that was originally icy and freehand, seemed to break through the ice for a moment.

His face finally showed a bit of blood, and it was no longer that people could not see any emotional fluctuations.

His gaze swept across the face of the kneeling person one by one, and finally fell on the old man who was kneeling closest.

After a long time, he rushed over with a quick stride and lifted the old man up: "I thought you all left..."

No matter how prosperous you are, there are always places and people in the world that belong to your soul.

For him, the hustle and bustle of the imperial capital is just a prison, and he has long been disgusted. Only the person in front of him, the person in front of him who is integrated with heaven and earth, is the one who can truly find peace in his heart. .

It was like walking on a dark road, walking through the night, through despair, and finally, saw a trace of clarity.

"Just come back, just come back." The old man patted his palm and seemed to be smiling. In such a cold outdoor temperature, when the two of them crossed their palms, it was as warm as spring.

All the kneeling people smiled warmly at the same time, stood up, swarmed up, surrounded M, as if the missing piece of soul had finally been found, repaired, and intact.

The northern sky lit up slightly, and it was the brightest star in the sky smiling in kindness.

In this vast land, leaving aside the disputes and past of the empire, M has only laughed like a lost and found child for so many years.

At the same time, Leng Yiyao ended the first special piano lesson.

The difference between a pianist and a performer is the same as the difference between heaven and earth. The latter is just getting started, while the former is already at its peak.

Mr. Qin's class seems to be simple and easy to understand, but it integrates all profound thoughts and emotions and difficult to express skills. have to say that it is completely different from the first time that the music played in front of many students who choose courses is very general. .

This is because I really want to give her my precious things, so I don't want to hide it.

Leng Yiyao knew that his physical skills still existed. After all, Leng's family had hired many famous teachers to train Leng Yixuan since he was a child. At that time, she was an accessory by the way, taking classes together to cultivate a little sentiment. Now, in front of the real people, no matter how good the qualifications are, she will find that without high-intensity performance training, the distance between her and the pianist is more than a little bit.

Fortunately, she didn't care about it, she just thought it was to pass the time. With an unrelenting attitude, Teacher Qin still spoke softly. After a class, the two got along quite well.

When they said goodbye and turned around to leave the school, a car that had been waiting for a long time at the school gate suddenly honked its horn.

Looking back, Zhai Mu got out of the car, smiled at her, and waved gently.

Leng Yiyao glanced at the license plate and couldn't help but smile deeply...

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Dear friends, last night, because of a temporary incident at the unit, it was already eleven o'clock when got home. The space for this chapter to be uploaded in the morning is limited, and there will be another update at 9:30 in the evening. hope everyone will be happy.