Soon, Song Yan came to the Stanway piano, sat down, lifted the lid, looked at the bright black and white keys, he subconsciously put his hands on it, feeling very good.

The finger brushes, suddenly, a beautiful string of sliding sound flows from his fingers.

"Master is Master, even skimming sounds so beautiful." Standing on one side, Shangguan Yue put his notebook in his hands in the dark channel in front of his chest.

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