The dim light on the girl makes people feel unreal.
With the beat of the fingertips, a strange song echoes in the bar,
The sound of the zither was bleak and sad. Bai-li-lin looked at the figure as if she saw her own shadow from the girl.
Chu-Mo felt the composer's helplessness, and the sad mood infected everyone in the bar
颜憬尘:"The new pianist"?
楚墨:"What kind of music is this?"?
Chu-Mo's pleasant voice sounded, but no one responded
Shang-guan-Yu felt his chin and squinted
上官裕:"Whether she's new or not, tut Tut, look at the back. It must be a masterpiece."
Everyone's black line I really convinced him. I can't leave my line without three words. I'm the only one
The end of a song The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, drawing back the thoughts of all the people:
路人甲:"Oh, another one"!
The bar, which had been quiet for a long time, was in chaos again, whistling and shouting mixed with the laughter of men and women
Qin-Shang, the manager of the bar beside the piano, looked at the noisy people and the so-called "pianist" among the people sitting in front of the piano. He couldn't help sweating
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