"Hey, keep playing the piano."

Yan Mo was knocking on melon seeds and crossing his legs, looking completely carefree.

The sound of the piano came to mind, melodious and melodious, and Yan Mo's thoughts gradually drifted back to home.

What is Yu'er doing at this time? Making medicine or taking care of his weird flowers and plants? Only a few hours after he came out, Yan Mo found that he missed Yan Yu very much. There is a saying that goes well: one day without seeing ...