Although Durin can't sing, he can still hear how well others sing. Although listening to the voice is He Wenwen's timbre, whether it is the singing skills, the use of breath, or the emotions in the singing, Du Lin is 100% sure that Jiang Meng'e is on He Wenwen's body again.

Du Lin walked to He Wenwen's tent and pulled the tent open, and sure enough, Jiang Meng'e, who possessed He Wenwen, was singing with Du Lin's mobile phone.

No, Jiang Meng'e is not just singing, she is pointing the rear camera of her mobile phone at herself, she is recording songs in the form of video!

Wait a minute! Jiang Meng'e is a ghost more than 500 years ago, and she has never been in contact with the human society outside these years, how does she know how to use a mobile phone? Is this not Jiang Meng'e, but He Wenwen?

"Wenwen?" asked Durin tentatively.

"What are you doing?" He Wenwen put down her phone angrily, "I hate it! You just stand aside and listen, why are you talking! I have to re-record it, I hate it to death!"

"Wenwen sings so well. Du Lin smiled awkwardly, it seemed that it was really He Wenwen.

"It's not that I sing well, it's that this sister sings well. ”

"What sister?" Du Lin was shocked, thinking that Wenwen had also opened her eyes.

"It's me, Du Shangcha," He Wenwen's tone changed, "I'm in Sister Wenwen's body." ”

"Why are you on her again, besides, if you are on her, shouldn't her soul be dormant?"

"It's not absolute, if I let her sleep, she will sleep, and if I don't let her sleep, she will just think it's just a dream. ”

"Then if you want to put her to sleep if you want to get on her, and let her know what to do?"

"Only when she's awake can I better use her voice and breath. I want to record the song I just learned before I am reincarnated in the underworld, just like this Teresa Teng's sister, and keep it in the world, and it is not in vain that I have been in this world. ”

"It is human nature that geese have left a voice and people have left a name. Durin nodded.

So I got in with this sister and asked her to help me figure it out. ”

"Sister, you are more than 500 years older than her, you call her sister?"

"What's wrong with that?" The tone changed again, and the person who spoke was changed to the real He Wenwen, "Sister Meng'e was only 19 years old when she was forced to die by the bad guys, so she must still be 19 years old now, no matter what I call my sister's name?"

After saying that, he nodded, "That's right!"

Du Lin covered his face, how could this still be a split personality?

"Okay, okay, you two play by yourself, I don't care. ”

After a while, the singing in the tent sounded again.

But this time it was a song that Durin hadn't heard, or rather, he had heard the lyrics of the song, but after composing the tune, it was sung and became a song, which Durin hadn't heard.

"The rain hits the pear blossom and closes the door, lonely youth, vain youth.

Who is the same as enjoying the heart? Ecstasy under the flowers, ecstasy under the moon.

Sorrowful gathering eyebrows, thousands of marks, 10,000 marks.

Xiao looks at the sky and looks at the clouds at dusk, and thinks about you when you walk, and thinks about you when you sit. ”

If I remember correctly, this is a song "A Cut Plum" by Tang Yin and Tang Bohu, a great genius in the Ming Chenghua period (not the one of the little brother Fei Yuqing, this is the name of the word brand), the artistic conception of the word itself is clear and far flowing, and the words show the pain of lovesickness with the lover of each other, as well as the graceful mentality of infatuated women.

After Jiang Meng'e, or in other words, He Wenwen, who was possessed by Jiang Meng'e, sang it in the mouth, the grievances of her lover, the loss of not seeing her lover all day long, and the helplessness of wasting her youth, which can be said to be sad for the listener and cry for the listener.

Du Lin shook his head, Jiang Meng'e was miserable enough in her life, she was sold into the Qinglou when she was a teenager, and she was forced to comb it by her children, and finally she was sold abroad, and she was tortured and suffered along the way, and finally died here. Maybe when she first became a Qing Qiren, she also had a favorite son and an admired literati, but the identity of the Qinglou singer made her destined to have no way to live the life she wanted to live, maybe this poem is a portrayal of herself.

After singing the song, He Wenwen applauded and said, "It's really nice to sing."

In the eyes of others, I thought she was selling melons and boasting about herself.

Du Lin sighed, he didn't expect He Wenwen's courage to be so big, ordinary people wouldn't be so calm even if they dreamed that they were possessed by ghosts in their sleep, right?

I hope she won't be scared when she wakes up......

The next morning, there was an exclamation of "Ah~~~" from He Wenwen's tent, and Du Lin, who was directing the people above to install a soft ladder on the edge of the sinkhole, heard this exclamation and hurriedly ran back.

"Fifth brother, how can your phone be in my tent?"

Durin rolled his eyes, "You ask me, who do I ask?"

"I had a dream last night. A dream that feels particularly real. I dreamed that I was possessed by a female ghost named Jiang Meng'e!"

"Well, and then? What's wrong?"

"I dreamed that she talked to me a lot, told me about her experience, and asked me to sing with her, as if she had recorded a song, which I had never heard, but it was very good. ”

Durin nodded, holding back a smile in his heart, "Well, how did you record it?"

"It was recorded with your phone," He Wenwen said as she turned on Du Lin's phone and fiddled with it for a while, "I remember that it seems to be a video ......."

He Wenwen's eyes widened suddenly, and she clicked on a video file on the phone screen with a trembling voice.

"The rain hits the pear blossom and closes ......the door deeply" The melodious song sounded.

This song "A Cut of Plum Blossoms and Rain Hitting Pear Blossoms Deep Closed Door" is not a song recorded in a professional recording studio. There was some murmur, and it was just a cappella, without accompaniment. But it still doesn't matter, and this has become a very good old style song.

He Wenwen was so frightened that she almost threw her mobile phone out, and it can be clearly seen from the video that she is singing to her mobile phone. Although the voice is her own voice, He Wenwen knows very well that her singing is not so good at all, and this is definitely not her own singing.

"Fifth brother, could it be that I didn't dream last night, I was really possessed by a ghost?"

"What do you think?" said Durin, noncommittal.

"Fifth brother, you tell the truth, have I been possessed by this female ghost named Jiang Meng'e more than once?"

"Why do you ask?"

"One reason is that I always feel very tired and sleepy these days, and I always feel like I haven't slept, which may be the sequelae of being possessed by a ghost," He Wenwen looked at Du Lin, trying to see some clues from Du Lin's expression, but Du Lin just nodded and motioned for her to continue.