Your Highness always wants to attack me

Chapter 202 Shooting Your Heart (30)

In fact, he didn't know why he had such a big obsession with a bamboo flute.

But faintly feel that it is very important.

Wen Ye doesn't have much interest in music, he can even be said to be a music idiot.

But the strange thing is that he can play the flute.

What's even more strange is that he only knows that one piece of music, and he can't learn the others at all.

...

"You... are you looking for this bamboo flute?"

The girl's slightly trembling voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and Wen Ye suddenly came back to his senses.

And when he saw clearly the bamboo flute that appeared out of nowhere in the girl's white hands, his pupils constricted suddenly, and he asked in disbelief, "...how do you have this bamboo flute?"

Exactly the same, exactly the same.

It made him unable to distinguish between reality and dream at this moment.

In a daze, Wen Ye seemed to know what was missing in He Yaoyan's bamboo flute.

The ordinary-looking bamboo flute is only complete if it is held by a girl.

The long-lost sense of familiarity came again.

But soon, because the shock and joy of seeing the bamboo flute hadn't faded away, Wen Ye panicked: "Cen Cen, what's wrong with you?"

In the shaky screen, the long eyelashes of the girl holding the flute in one hand were wet, and the hot tears kept falling like beads falling off the thread, hitting the bottom of his heart.

For such a cold person, it looks too good to cry, but it also makes him feel distressed too much.

He didn't want to see this kind of heart-wrenching beauty again.

It hurts so much.

"I'm sorry, did I make you angry?" The handsome man looked extremely flustered and comforted, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry, don't cry, okay?"

Seeing Ming Cen crying at this moment, Wen Ye wished he could fly to her side and comfort her in his arms, instead of watching the girl he loves cry helplessly through a cold screen.

This distance is really annoying.

"Wen Ye, I miss you so much..." Ming Cen bent down, hot tears fell on the bamboo flute.

Wen Ye may not know the origin of this bamboo flute, but she will never forget it.

This is the one she used to play the flute to Rong Fu on the night of her adulthood.

I thought it was just a one-man show that no one listened to, but I didn't want to think that it was the consummation of this life.

It turned out that he knew it all along.

She thought that she was the one silently guarding behind her, and she only cared about walking forward, only thinking of getting closer to him, and getting closer to him.

I never dared to think that the God who is far away... is so close.

As long as she can turn her head once, the person she seeks will be in front of her eyes.

No one knows, no one says anything.

He got close, but passed by again.

Who is this stupid?
—Can you play a song for me?

—The disciple doesn't know how to play the flute, but if the master wants to hear it, the disciple can learn it.

- Don't lie to me?

— don't lie.

So silly.

She just said it casually, but her highness remembered it life after life.

All promises are fulfilled one by one.

In this world, no one can be better than him, and no one can love her more than him.

"I miss you so much…"

Ming Cen choked up, and repeated again and again: "Wen Ye, I miss you so much."

Countless days and nights, but you will fall into my dreams.

The you in the original dream was scary.

And the you in front of you have been seeking consummation for thousands of years.

After half an hour.

The man's low panting sound came from the shaking screen on the other side, accompanied by a slight wind.

"Don't cry, I'll go find you now."

you don't cry.

Cen Cen.

(End of this chapter)