After I became a poor little girl from a wealthy family, I held a cool script in my hand

Chapter 270 How did so many people suddenly have an accident?
It wasn't just music halls where this collective heart attack happened.

Even many viewers who watched the live broadcast had problems.

Either I felt extremely depressed after listening to it, or after listening to it, I had a heart problem.

In the middle of the night, they all rushed to the nearby hospital for emergency treatment.

Throughout Huaguo, the police, firemen, and doctors were almost too busy vomiting blood.

Sometimes someone commits suicide, while someone hangs himself.

Even so, there are still a lot of praise for An Zizhen's piano sound on the Internet.

——This is the most touching song I have ever heard.

——When I used to listen to classical music, I would fall asleep, for the first time! !I really cried when I listened to classical music for the first time.

——It turns out that An Zizhen can play such difficult pieces, she is really a master-level existence.Her performance almost brought tears to my eyes.

——How can there be such a perfect person in the world, who is good-looking and can play such beautiful tunes.

……

When he went back, An Zizhen was not in a particularly good mood.

Head down in a daze.

So many people had accidents, she felt very uncomfortable.

Sitting in the back row, he squeezed his hands together and looked dignified.

At first, An Zixuan didn't want to become a cosmic bandit.

Her master didn't want her to inherit the mantle either.

I still think about An Ziyu becoming a ballet dancer, a singer, or a painter.

Because the master said that when he was a child, he wandered to an alien planet because of the destruction of the earth and had to be displaced.

But every time he sees someone who can draw, sing, dance or other things, he is very envious.

Therefore, he hoped that An Zixuan would do this.

In the end, An Zixuan perfectly made him cut off all thoughts.

It is estimated that when the master died, he was struggling, what did he do wrong, let An Zizhen play a good song as death music.

Just as An Zizhen was thinking that, he put a hand on the back of An Zizhen's hand.

The five fingers of that hand are slender, with distinct joints, and the palm is warm. For some reason, the palm has calluses.

An Ziyu turned his head and saw Gu Shumo looking at her face.

"this is not your fault."

An Ziyu smiled wryly, "Stop comforting me."

Gu Shumo squeezed her hand slightly, "You don't have to care about others, just care about yourself. I like your piano sound, it is the most beautiful music I have ever heard."

With a touch of sadness, a touch of lament.

If one had to use a painting to describe An Zixuan's life, it would be a gothic beauty.

Longing for freedom, the desire to break through oneself.

An Ziyu lowered his head, "But those people..."

Gu Shumo, "It's their fault, it has nothing to do with you. You see, Yuanyuan and I are fine."

Speaking of Gu Yuanyuan, the little guy sitting in the passenger seat had long since fallen asleep.

Drooling, the two little feet split directly.

Smiling while sleeping.

That's not counting, but the little guy still has a Q version of Gu Shumo's face.

At a glance, it seemed that the shrunken Gu Shumo was giggling there.

An Ziyu also slightly raised the corners of his mouth, "Thank you, Brother Gu."

……

Gu's Group President's Office.

Bai Ling hurriedly brought a stack of documents that needed to be corrected into the office.

As a result, I found that Gu Shumo, who used to work and race against time to make money, was actually in a daze today.

Bai Ling put the documents on the table in a daze, and then looked at Gu Shumo.

"President Gu, what's wrong?"

Gu Shumo narrowed his eyes slightly, and tapped the table with his slender and beautiful index finger, "Bai Ling, do you think there is any possibility. After giving birth to a child, a person becomes young again."

(End of this chapter)