Rebirth: Dark Princess

Cen Mu told Soong Shiyan that he came from a backward town and was being introduced to B City by his hometown. After a few years, he would be able to return home in glory. Who would have thought that his hometown would be brainwashed by the distribution organization and drag him to the distribution nest. It had taken all his strength to escape from the distribution nest, but all his savings had been taken away. He hadn't even earned a single cent, and yet he was in such dire straits. He truly felt too ashamed to return home to see his parents. So he decided to settle down under the bridge and find a job, and then make up his mind.    

    

Soong Shiyan didn't dare to tell Cen Mu her real identity, so she had to invent a miserable life story. She and Cen Mu could be said to be brothers in distress, so they became friends due to the mutual affection between them. Cen Mu didn't look happy at all, but in reality, he was outgoing and honest. Following him, Soong Shiyan quickly became familiar with the people living under the bridge: street artists, young people running away from home, homeless old men...    

    

In a corner of the park, Soong Shiyan stood in the crowd, quietly playing her violin. On the ground in front of her was an old, wide-brimmed hat. Inside the hat was the money given to him by passersby.    

    

Today, the street artist who lived under the overpass with Soong Shiyan fell ill and was unable to come out to play. Soong Shiyan had learned to play the piano and violin for many years. Seeing that the street artist, like herself, had no money for treatment, Soong Shiyan took his violin and played alone in the park.    

    

The song she's playing right now is "Purple."    

    

Pasing, the cheerful and passionate music poured out, and she, standing in the crowded park, was as quiet as a water lily. The surrounding people couldn't help but stop to admire it. Some of them even generously took out their money and placed it in the hat in front of Soong Shiyan.    

    

Soong Shiyan didn't look at them, but continued to immerse herself in her own world with her eyes closed.    

    

When the song was over, she put down her bow and opened her slightly moist eyes. It was not the Soong Family great house that she was familiar with, and she did not have a benevolent father by her side.    

    

Soong Shiyan's nose ached, her heart ached, and her eyes filled with tears. Her father was very good at playing the violin. Back then, her violin teacher was her father. As a child, her favorite thing to do was to sit in the flowery garden and listen to her father play the violin. Now, when she played the violin, she would feel that her father was still alive, standing quietly by her side, just like when she had looked at him, and her father would smile back at her.    

    

A large cloud floated over, and the sky became overcast. It seemed that it was going to rain soon. Upon seeing this, Soong Shiyan had no choice but to pack up her things and prepare to rush back under the bridge. But before she could get out of the park, it began to rain. Currently, the wounds on her body were still festering. If she were to rain again, her condition would only get worse. Helpless, Soong Shiyan could only find a pavilion to shelter herself from the rain.    

    

In the pavilion, there were still some people who were on guard. Everyone was bored to death as they gazed at the curtain of rain outside the pavilion, unsure of how to pass the time. The person who had heard Soong Shiyan play the violin smiled and asked her to play another song.    

    

Hearing this, Soong Shiyan didn't refuse and took out her violin without hesitation. She looked at the hazy scene in the rain curtain, as if she saw her father holding an umbrella, standing in the rain curtain, looking at her with a face full of love. With a jolt in her heart, she chose the song that her father loved, Last .    

    

of    

    

The    

    

wilds.    

    

She closed her eyes and played with the violin, but her tears flowed uncontrollably.