Chapter 465 (2/2)

The clever ghost brain thought and thought, and he turned and went into lojeb's study.

Early pregnant people are more sleepy, Mu Tianxing took a bath, knowing that he came back safely. After lying in bed for a while, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

However, an hour or two later, she was awakened by a melodious music!

Although the piano chords are gentle and beautiful, the volume is too loud. It is intended to wake up the people in the sleep. It reminds her of the big trumpet in every sports meeting before school.

She fidgeted around in the bed, and finally couldn't help but lift the quilt and walked curiously to the window.

The soft little hand pulled the curtain hard!

Meida

However, on the shimmering crescent Lake downstairs, there are a lot of fireflies. The Taj Mahal that she most wants to visit is in front of her eyes!

blue as like as two peas flying in the sky, the Taj Mahal is just like a castle in a fairy tale. The lovely and lovely roofs, the hall, the spire and the bell tower are true to life.

Naturally, she knew that it was night, and it was impossible to see the beautiful Taj Mahal under the blue sky.

However, she had no time to think about it, but when she saw the huge Taj mausoleum in front of her, she suddenly cast a figure.

Linglie holds a bunch of precious blue roses in her hands. Her poetic and picturesque face has been magnified several times, and together with the light and shadow of the Taj Mahal, it is displayed in front of Mu Tianxing.

From the angle of her window, it was as if Ling lie was kneeling on one knee beside the pool in front of the Taj mausoleum.

But when you see the linglie in the light and shadow, you hold the flower devoutly, and sing -

a thousand roses for you

you need to love yourself well

ten thousand sorry

you have to leave you

baby sorry

don't you don't want to cry again

baby I'm sorry

don't I don't love you

I'm sorry I don't want to make you sad again

A thousand hearts to you

Linglie sings over and over again. Don't forget the beautiful voice. It can kill people's souls!

The piano played with his voice over and over.

Mu Tianxing raised his hand to cover his mouth, tears winding down!

He repeatedly sang sorry in the song, just to ask her for a forgiveness, he always knelt in front of the Taj mausoleum she admired, as if he could not afford to be forgiven.

I don't know how many times I sang. The bedroom door behind me was knocked. Mrs. Ni's voice came: ”Tianxing?”

Mu Tianxing quickly wiped his tears, turned around and said: ”Grandma! I am! ”

Mrs. Ni saw that there was only a small desk lamp in the room and quickly turned on the headlight.

She stood by the door and sighed helplessly: ”girl, if you don't speak again, the fingers of crescent will be swollen. She has to make a dress for Jeb in the daytime. Xiaolie sings. No one accompanies him except Yueya. ”

Mu Tianxing opened his mouth in surprise and said simply, ”I, I don't know, I'm sorry.”

It's not soundtrack, is it played by my mother-in-law?

She quickly turned around and yelled at the man downstairs: ”uncle! Uncle! Stop singing! Stop singing! ”