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Fang Ke and Fang Yiling walked around the garden, crossed the small bridge, and circled most of the artificial lake before they vaguely saw a building that looked like a flower hall. Fang Ke had a new understanding of the Fang family's wealth and was simply astonished.

But only after passing through the purple grape vine trellis and the corridor built with weft yarn can you be led to a side hall of the greenhouse.

It was obvious that this was not the flower hall where the banquet was held today. Although it was also luxuriously decorated and spotlessly clean, there was almost no one here.

From a distance, I could only see a grand piano placed in a corner near the floor-to-ceiling window, while outside the window were all colorful flowers and green plants that were as warm as fire. A white gauze curtain was floating in front of the three-meter-high floor-to-ceiling window. Everything looked like a fairy tale.

Fang Yiling walked over and stopped in front of the piano. He suddenly looked at Fang Ke and asked, "Can you play the piano?"

Fang Ke raised an eyebrow, "How do you know I can do it?"

Fang Yiling pursed her lips, her eyes suddenly softening. "Can you play the piano for me?"

Fang Ke was staring at him with such eager eyes that she couldn't even utter a word "no".

She walked over, saw the emblem on the piano, opened the lid, pressed a few keys, and exclaimed sincerely, "What a beautiful piano."

Fang Yiling nodded. "It's a good piano, but it's been abandoned for several years. No one has played it for a long time. But someone cleans it every day."

Fang Ke pressed a few more keys and tested the pitch. Her slender white fingers danced on the black and white keycaps, which was really beautiful.

Seeing the beautiful piano, Fang Ke couldn't help but feel itchy. She said, "It would be disrespectful to refuse it."

Then he sat down and asked Fang Yiling, "What song do you want to listen to?"

Fang Yiling's eyes flickered, and he lowered his gaze and said, "Can you play 'Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence'?"

Fang Ke was surprised. "You have a strong appreciation for music. You actually like Mr. Sakamoto Ryuichi. You have good taste. Not bad. Then I will play "Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence" for you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Fang Ke's fingertips began to dance on the piano. This piano piece, which once moved and influenced a generation of people, is also her favorite one.

Fang Ke felt that the first half of this song was like a quiet breeze, stars in the night, footprints covered in snow, gold foil cast by the setting sun, and the ripples reflected in the lake.

The second half, however, is like a whistling strong wind, brilliant fireworks exploding in the dark night, people running towards freedom in the snow, and the whole world is filled with flowers.

As she played, she was drawn into the music, playing with both hands seriously and selflessly. She couldn't help but close her eyes and enjoy it quietly.

In this world, she seems to be able to communicate with herself in a distant time and space through music.

Fang Ke didn't know that at some point, her back was already filled with people. Everyone was shocked and amazed, stopping to listen with their lips covered. Some guests even couldn't help but take pictures of this beautiful scene.

And right in front of her, the little boy with a strange and dull personality was already in tears.

Fang Yiling seemed to see his little self and the young girl lying on the ground under the bright starry sky, the breeze gently brushing their faces, and a ray of light rising in the east.

Then, suddenly, a brilliant firework exploded in the sky. The girl excitedly stood up and ran after the fireworks. He followed with his short legs, and at first, he was also very happy, high-fiving the whistling wind, and everywhere he ran was covered with flowers.

But as he chased, he became more and more panicked, because the figure of that person gradually disappeared...

The piano music stopped abruptly. Fang Ke opened his eyes and said with a smile, "Merry Christmas in advance, Mr. Fang Yiling."

Then she saw Fang Yiling staring at her blankly, his eyes blurred with tears, and a tear rolled down his cheeks.

"..."

Fang Keren was stunned. Why? No matter how well she played, there was no need to be so excited!

Fang Ke quickly stood up and looked around, trying to find a tissue to wipe him.

As a result, when she turned around, she found that Madam Fang, Fang Yefan, Yi Mohan, Su Yao, and Fang Manman were standing behind her...

Almost all the protagonists of today were present, and they all looked at her with different expressions.

Fang Ke: “…………”

Are you kidding me?

Fang Ke saw a well-dressed lady wiping tears from the corners of her eyes with a tissue. She went up and borrowed one from someone.

The noble lady sobbed and said, "Miss, you play so beautifully. I couldn't help crying after just a moment's listening. It felt like the music was filled with genuine emotion. May I ask if this is a piece you composed? What's the name? It's so touching."

Fang Ke's knees weakened, and he quickly said, "This is a piece by my respected professor, Ryuichi Sakamoto. I don't have such talent. Madam, you are too kind!"

Everyone looked at each other, as if they had never heard of this teacher's name, and they were all discussing who Ryuichi Sakamoto was.

Fang Ke was almost torn apart and turned back to look at Fang Yiling instantly.

Fang Yiling took out a pack of tissues from his schoolbag and wiped his face with his back turned.

Fang Ke: “…”

Fang Kexiang ignored the crowd, stepped forward, grabbed the man, shook his shoulders wildly, and demanded, "Tell me, how do you know this song? Tell me!"

Judging from other people's reactions, it seems that this master has not appeared in this world yet. So how did Fang Yiling know this song?

Only when you think about it carefully can you feel the horror, and all kinds of speculations come to mind.

Little B: "Host, I've checked. Fang Yiling is definitely a native. He doesn't have any trace of a time traveler."

Fang Ke: ...

"You're quite active today."

Little B chuckled and immediately disappeared.

"Since he's not a time traveler, then he might have come into contact with one."

Fang Ke couldn't help but narrow her eyes. She felt that the world was becoming more and more interesting. New characters were unlocked every day, and miracles happened every time she opened a blind box.

Damn, how many time travelers are there?

Fang Yiling, now calm, walked over and said to her, "Thank you, it sounds great."

After he said this, everyone seemed to react and applauded Fang Ke crazily, and asked her to sing another song.

Fang Ke wasn't embarrassed at all, but she accepted all the applause with a polite smile. She looked at the protagonists over there, coughed, and said in a pinched voice, "Thank you all for your support. I'm sorry for the performance. Everyone who can understand the applause is an artistic person with extraordinary aesthetic taste. I wish you all a happy day."

Fang Yefan, Yi Mohan and others who did not applaud: "..."

At this time, someone in the crowd said, "Ms. Fang Manman, aren't you going to show us some piano music? With such a great performance, the pressure is on you now, hahaha."

Fang Manman: “…”

Fang Manman wanted to go up and tear this talkative man's mouth apart. She didn't understand what he was saying or what pearls and jades he had mentioned!

She only knew that she had only studied piano for more than a year and her level was definitely not as good as Fang Ke's. Fang Ke also deliberately showed off his skills in front of everyone, and now he was completely putting her on the spot, making her laugh whether she performed or not.

"Fang Ke, did you do this on purpose?"

Fang Manman rushed forward, pointed at her and cursed, "Why are you showing off at someone else's house? You want to seem so capable. Do you understand the rules? Outsiders can't touch this piano casually. If you break it, can you afford to pay for it?"

Yan Xinyi closed her eyes patiently and was about to call someone to take Fang Manman away.

Who would have thought that Fang Yiling, who had always kept a low profile, would actually speak. The boy's voice was like the wind and snow penetrating the valley, and his eyes were clear, as if he could see through her at a glance.

"You're right. This piano cannot be touched by outsiders, especially you."