Linfeng woke up early the next day, washed up, and hurried out to find Langyue.

When he arrived at the door, Qingfeng stopped Linfeng, the doorman who looked small, the momentum was not small, don't look over his head and squint and say: "Mr. said, Linfeng is not waiting to be seen." ”

Linfeng bent down, pinched the tip of Qingfeng's nose, and said with a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Okay, let me in, I still have something to do, and I have something to ask for." ”

Qingfeng pouted, reluctantly withdrew his hand, gave a thumbs up to Linfeng, shook it, and said: "Brother Linfeng, it's not me who said, look at you, it's either the Western Regions or the people's style, Mr. Langyue is a person of great elegance, so don't come to Mr. Teng." ”

Linfeng touched Qingfeng's little head, "I didn't expect you to be young, but you are compassionate." ”

Qingfeng listened to the slight curl of the corners of his mouth, and the corners of his eyes smiled, "Of course, I am loyal to our husband, and whoever treats him badly, I will scold him." ”

"Come in. There was a clear sound from under the quaint yellow wooden door. Linfeng looked down at Qingfeng, pinched Qingfeng's little nose and shook it, "You, you, you, you are really worried about Mr., and you are still here" fake will." ”

When Qingfeng heard this, his face immediately turned a little red, and he was embarrassed not to turn his head, and silently pushed open the door and introduced people.

In the house, Lang Yue is the same as usual, the hair ornament is simple and simple, but a plain white hosta is pinned, the long bun is pulled up, the green silk in the ears slides down, and with the breeze, a blue and white gown, which makes people feel light and elegant.

The knuckles are slender, slowly flickering the strings, and there is a melodious sound in the ears from time to time, as if entering the distant mountains, the mountains are far away, and from time to time there are birds passing by, and the high air chirps, echoing the mountains and forests.

Linfeng closed his eyes slightly and quietly experienced the artistic conception in the song, half loud, and when he saw the sound of the piano, he clapped his hands, "Sir, it's really a wonderful person." ”

Lang Yue took the tea handed by Qingfeng, took a sip of it, raised her eyes, and looked at him, "What are you doing?"

Lin Feng didn't expect Lang Yue to change his previous tone, and always had to talk about two sentences, but he didn't expect the other party to ask straight to the point.

"Then I won't talk too much nonsense, and I'll trouble Mr. again. ”

Lang Yue's fingertips lingered on the edge of the teacup, his eyes were erratic, as if he was undecided, and he glanced at Linfeng with some hesitation.

As if seeing Lang Yue's concerns, Lin Feng quickly spoke: "If you are worried about the repertoire, in this case, you listen to me sing first, and after I finish singing, you will make a decision." ”

Lang Yue put down the teacup and nodded.

Lin Feng walked to the center, adjusted his breathing, slowly closed his eyelids, and began to sing the song he had prepared. "You Drunk Me"

The song is actually an old-fashioned song, not a pop track.

He has to admit that some songs are really classic repertoire, even if time has passed, even if it has been ten or twenty years, it is unforgettable.

The state of mind of sad people and frustrated people is basically the same.

Linfeng's voice was slightly hoarse and he finished singing the part of Gao Yuchao, "I can't let you go, I deserve it!"

Lang Yue also listened to the shallow chanting of loneliness and bitterness from the beginning of the song, and in the end, over and over again, like waves crashing on the beach, the waves surging over and over again, and finally a big wave reversed, pouring all the sea water down, venting all the feelings, those frustrated, helpless, loving but can't, asking but can't, and the bitterness buried in the bottom of the heart all emerge from the depths of the heart.

Lang Yue took a deep breath and let out a long sigh, his throat suddenly had some infarct illusions, and his mouth felt inexplicably bitter, and he didn't know that the tea Qingfeng made today was too bitter, and this song tugged at his heartstrings. "I took it. ”

Hearing Lang Yue's answer so simply, Lin Feng also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he was still afraid that Lang Yue would not react much to this song, and he was ready to use some more tongues to move, or come up with some methods, both soft and hard, so that Lang Yue would follow.

Linfeng and Langyue began to discuss the arrangement of the song in terms of using musical instruments and ensembles, and the other Linfeng still asked Runyi to help.

Although Runyi looked so tired, he still didn't refuse, and Linfeng didn't dare to be too cheeky, so he hurriedly made two roast chickens.

As the saying goes, there is no problem that can't be solved by roast chicken, if there is, then two.

Three days later.

The disciples in the church are still happy to have feasts, songs and dances to watch, and delicious food, so they can't be picky.

Jin Lin wore a dark green gown, the underwear from willow yellow, light green, three layers one by one, at first glance than the usual more elegant atmosphere, as if the usual cynical temperament also flashed away, took the maid handed the wine glass, next to the lively voice, also turned a deaf ear, he looked at the water shadow in the wine glass, reflecting his black gold eyes, he paused for a moment, looked up, drank the wine, with the fragrance of wheat, submerged into the throat.

Weakly caressing the edge of the wine glass with his fingertips, he played with it in his hand, as if he didn't have any interest, and took care of himself, finding some fun for himself and passing the boring time.

He waited a little sleepily, and pressed his fingertips on his temples, and a clear voice came, and he raised his eyes to look at the source of the sound.

There was no one to be seen, just a carriage, walking step by step in the direction of the hall, "Go, go to the outskirts of the city, and close the curtains." Lin Feng thought that there was no such thing as rolling down the car window in ancient times, so he simply changed the lyrics of the next part.

He slowly pulled up the curtains, and in the eyes of the people at the banquet next to him, that scene was really unforgettable.

There is no exaggerated red and green skirt of the Western Regions for the first time, and there is no rough tough guy coat and cloth pants for the second time, which seems to remind people that this is what that person is what he is.

On his head, he buckled a delicate waxy white jade crown, dressed in a bamboo blue gown, covered with white tulle, which made the cyan look a little softer, and the whole person looked delicate and upright, and his face was neither beautiful nor rough, and the camouflage decoration was removed, as if the makeup was washed away by clean water, revealing the original appearance.

The skin is like porcelain white, and under the background of the candlelight, there seems to be some sense of transparency, the eyebrows are slightly like a sword, and the tail is soft, which slows down the feeling of Ling Ran, and looks amiable.

The eyebrows and eyes were as dark as the stars, and they were as clear as the streams flowing in the mountains.

He lifted the curtain and stepped out of the carriage, and soon someone else had set up the utensils he had prepared before, and he chose a bamboo stick and a cloth bag, and imagined that it was a microphone.

The bottom of the bamboo stick is also deliberately made of three legs, standing firmly in front of the stage.

The carriage was quickly taken away, and in its place, a white and a red cloth was behind Linfeng, bowing down to the three sides of the banquet one by one.

"Lonely, driven out by the lively night. Bai Yi was still negotiating with a few people, but I don't know what to remember, the polite smile on Bai Yi's original face came to an abrupt end, and a person walked to a corner as if he was lost, and a person held on to the pillar and slowly squatted down.

A voiceover sounded," he remembered, from the previous conversation. ”

Then, a curtain opened, and the two people in white and red sat together, the white clothes were slightly red, and the red clothes toasted to the white clothes, "Today is a good thing, let's drink more." Bai Yi smiled stupidly and took the wine glass, and asked through the wine: "You, usually, what do you think of me?"

Hongyi smiled back, the wine glass touched the white, and said freely: "Then it goes without saying, you are my brother." ”

Bai Yi's eyes were still full of joy, like cold water poured on his body, and the starlight in his eyes also dimmed, and he responded a little absentmindedly, "Yes, yes, we are brothers." ”

The picture changed, and it was back to Bai Yi squatting alone in front of the pillar, and Red Yi seemed to find Bai Yi with some unease, "What did you want to say just now?" Bai Yi glanced up at Red Yi, a little happiness crossed his eyes, happy that the person came to look for him, and soon dimmed again, thinking of the previous conversation, and said in a somewhat muffled voice: "It's nothing." ”

Hongyi didn't notice anything, and still laughed heartily, "Then you have a drink, go back early, don't blow the cold wind outside alone." "Redcoat leaves.

The song of the wind sounded, "But there is no way to confess, it is the sorrow you left me." ”

The singing and the stage play are going on at the same time, and the screen is also switching scene by scene.

Voiceover: "This is the business of the red cloth, why do you take responsibility?" The other person asked puzzledly, and the white cloth took the things in the man's hand, "I am willing to bear some for him and carry everything, even if he doesn't know anything." ”

The man asked, "Why do you bother?"

Bai Yi had an unrepentant smile in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth seemed to have the taste of yellow lotus, "Do you know? ”

The song of the wind echoed in the hall.

"You drunk me, you made me cry. ”

"I have carried all my sins, and I am desperate to redeem them. ”

Linfeng slowly closed his eyelids, as if telling his heart that was unknown to outsiders, and like a nightingale crying lonely in the night, "Guess, guess the best or worst, why did you leave." ”

His voice was lonely and his tone was shallow, "It's a pity that there will never be an answer." ”

After singing, it is like the waves of the sea crashing on the shore layer by layer, and it also falls on the hearts of everyone.

Jin Lin has not heard all kinds of songs, those cheerful and sad, he has also heard a little, but on weekdays, it is more about style, taste, elegance, dignified atmosphere, such singing, the opportunity to hear it, the number of times, are very rare.

Looking at Linfeng like a person who has lost his beloved, singing in that shallow way, singing step by step to the tip of his heart, it is obviously just such a simple description, and there is no more gorgeous rhetoric, which makes people listen, but it makes people have the urge to cry.

Jin Lin's experience from childhood to adulthood made him lack love, and he didn't experience life and death, but he didn't have such an emotional experience.

It's like a person singing shallowly on a moonlit night, and it's like a wounded trapped beast licking its wounds against the moonlight.

People are always like this, sometimes they are helpless, they don't even have the courage to open their mouths to express their hearts, but they have the courage to bear everything for the other party, bear all the sins, and save the other party from suffering.

In relationships, people's minds are always wandering, cautious, and can't stop thinking, the best and the worst, can't help but think more.

You drunk me, you made me cry, how bitter wine can be, it can make people cry. It's not the person who poured the wine, he didn't know at all that the person who was being poured wine was drinking wine, and what he tasted was comparable to the taste of Yellow Lotus.

"Wherever I dream, you're there!

How can you forget!

Your mysterious smiling face, doesn't that mean?

I can't let you go, I deserve it!"

Voiceover: "The red coat is gone. ”

Bai Yi sat under the pillar, some couldn't stand standing against the pillar, his eyes were a little obsessed looking at the jade pendant that the red clothes had given him before, looking at it, his eyes were red, and unconsciously, tears gradually slipped down from the corners of Bai Yidi's eyes, he held the jade pendant tightly and pressed it on his chest, his hands tightened unconsciously, clenched his clothes tightly, his body slowly bowed, curled up into a ball, and let out a muffled cry.

After Lin Feng finished singing, he wiped the wetness from the corners of his eyes with his cuffs, choked in his throat, bowed deeply to Jin Lin's position, signaled himself to retreat, and he looked up at Jin Lin for a moment.

Jin Lin inexplicably felt that his heart was twisted into a ball, full of wrinkles, unable to calm down, and the black eyes and golden eyes also inexplicably seemed to be infected with inexplicable feelings, perhaps infected by the singing, Linfeng inexplicably felt that there was also a kind of reluctance and sadness in the eyes of that person.

The two of them looked at each other for a long time, as if there was no banquet in Zhou Groove for a moment, there was no cup to put on the lamp, there were no disciples, and there were no maids, there were only the two of them in the huge hall.

Jin Lin's right hand slowly raised, as if he was going to do something, but finally stopped and changed to applause, "You sang very well tonight, very touching." As soon as his words fell, the people who didn't dare to disturb the Great Sect Master before also applauded, and all of a sudden, the applause was thunderous.

The maids also applauded, and some wiped their tears from the corners of their clothes from time to time, and the song was really moving.

In the midst of the applause, Wei Jiu began to applaud as well, thinking of the sect leader's previous actions, he frowned, this was not a good omen. 166 Reading Network