"It's a very beautiful sound..." Xin Junmao was wandering in a daze, and when he felt a little dizzy, the familiar scent of orchids entered his nostrils, and his voice became like powder, and he became conscious. gradually disappeared and spread.
Xin Junmao blinked and realized that the world had stabilized with this unnatural ghostly appearance. Now he can no longer distinguish between reality and magic. When he saw a beautiful girl in a red cheongsam that suddenly appeared in front of him, he actually felt like he was dreaming, I smiled funny and said Sai Guo in a cheongsam. I reached out to touch Dongxue’s face.
"Hahaha, why are you here?" Xin Junmao asked, feeling drunk, "Thu."
Even in the face of Xin Junmao's frivolity, the woman in the cheongsam did not take it seriously. In fact, it seems that he still remembers Xin Junmao, and said with a smile, "I came here after hearing the sound. When I hear that scene now, it's really beautiful."
Xin Junmao said with a smile, "I'm so happy that I can listen to such wonderful music and see you again tonight. I can't express it in words."
``Are you sure you want to see me?'' The woman in the Chinese dress pursed her lips and smiled gently, tapping her red lower lip with her fingertips, making her even more beautiful despite her lack of eyes...
It was like his brain was overloaded with electricity and the world peeled away before his eyes. The bright colors that originally colored the world gradually took on a disturbing tone.
It was clearly just violin playing, no voices participating in the concert. But for some reason, Xin Junmao started hearing the voices of people praying like pilgrims. At first, the sound was very small, and there were many people, but the voices gradually increased, and when each person's voice was added, it became deafening, and it hit the soul directly.
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