I dressed as a novel villain

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Jiang Chen said, took a new step, and walked towards the piano in the center of the heart-shaped pattern.

“What… What do you mean? ”

Lu Xuemei stood stunned in the same place, looking at everything around this fairy tale.

His eyes were full of trance, and his expression was a little sluggish.

It was as if the whole brain had gone blank.

In the middle of the night, she jerked her spirit, and the world around her suddenly became clear.

Warm and brilliant lights, a sea of balloons full of romantic atmosphere, and the cheering crowd around them.

In the blink of an eye.

Lu Xuemei’s entire eye socket was suddenly a little moist.

A look of disbelief murmured:

“Is this true?”

She was still thinking about which girl could be proposed by her boyfriend like this, and she could still have some envy in her heart.

As a result, in the blink of an eye, the girl actually became herself.

The huge surprise made her feel that everything was as unreal as a dream.

Lu Xuemei was sluggish, and suddenly a pleasant piano sounded next to his ear.

She slowly looked up, only to see the figure that had haunted her soul for countless days and nights.

Ten fingers in both hands, jumping on and off the keys.

Those notes seemed to have magical powers that invaded her mind.

Instantly, she was pulled into another world.

Melodious, sweet, romantic…

Not just her.

The first time this piano sound appears.

With a brush, everything around it was noisy, as if it had been frozen, and it was directly silent.

The encyclopedic explanation of these three words is that of a person who writes art with his soul.

Although this statement is somewhat exaggerated.

But as the highest title that a living person can get.

The temple is undoubtedly the ancestor that countless people look up to, and it is a myth of life.

The appeal of his works is beyond the ordinary.

It really has some kind of magic that reaches the deepest part of the soul.

And when a hall-level piano master, the first hall-level music, is still fully engaged.

That kind of effect can be imagined.

From the moment the first note sounds.

Everyone in the audience, the scalp was tingling.

It was as if a pair of large hands suddenly appeared above his soul.

And gently stroked it up.

The whole person, the whole mind, the whole soul, the mind, and even something that is unknowable.

All jump along with the notes at the same time.

When the music is high-pitched, they are excited, and when the music is low, they are sad.

The music is affectionate, and they seem to have fallen into the sweetest love, unconsciously imagining.

The strange feeling of falling into an illusion cannot be described in words.

But once you’ve experienced it, you can never forget it.

Even Jiang Chen himself couldn’t help but be immersed.

The back is straight and straight, and the eyes are gently closed.

The graceful posture is slowly rhythmic with the syllables.

The art of this world was different from everything he had seen in his previous life.

Faintly, as if carrying some mysterious side of the content.

There is really spiritual power emanating.

A moment later, the piano paused slightly, and in the middle of the scene, another burst of singing suddenly appeared.

“Coffee on the banks of the Seine, left bank.

I have a glass in my hand and taste your beauty. ”

……

“I said… I’m a little hard to chase,

Want you to… Quit when the going gets tough. ”

……

Jiang Chen gently opened his thin lips and sang slowly.

This confession balloon that he had modified.

It was almost based on the experience between the two men.

With a completely different style than the sound of the piano, but also the same wonderful, affectionate, romantic.

It’s moving.

After a few minutes, when he finished performing, he slowly opened his eyes.

Only to find out that Lu Xuemei’s eyes had been completely blurred by tears.

He stood stunned, his body trembling.

For a moment, even breathing was a little unsustainable.

There seemed to be thousands of words in his chest, but between the squirming corners of his mouth, he had not even uttered a word.

Ultimately.

But I just took a hard breath.

A forward pounce, fiercely hugging himself in the back.

The arms gradually tightened.

Between ear sideburns.

Two words with vibrato came out of his mouth:

“Husband…”

“Marry me?”

“Mm-hmm.” _

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