People who don't usually have the habit of singing, no matter how happy they are, they won't express themselves in singing, especially those who don't sing well.

For example, Jiang Fan, who has not been able to sing well in his past and present lives.

But when the interests are sufficient, it can completely drive anyone, including Jiang Fan, who was under one person and above ten thousand people in his previous life and this life, when he thought of Hengguan dancing to show him and coaxing him to like it, his joy overflowed uncontrollably.

But......

"Alright then, then I won't listen. Heng Guan put his legs on the plate, and the whole person shrank into the swing chair, as if retreating, and his voice was full of disgust: "It's not good, it's not worth it." ”

Jiang Fan: "......"

If you don't keep the agreement, forget it, and you have to turn around and kick twice.

Jiang Fan, who was originally going to let go, lost the opportunity to sacrifice, but was a little unhappy: "If you say something that is good, how can you say that it will change, and you don't talk about the spirit of the contract at all?"

"It's wise to know that you will suffer a contract and find a way not to abide by it. Heng Guan rested his head on the backrest and looked calm, "Even if there is no way to comply with it in the end, it will be difficult for the person who deceived me to do it, so that next time he will deceive other good people, and he will not come to deceive me again." What a simple truth, everyone who has lived until now understands it. ”

"But I've never said it so directly. Jiang Fan nodded, gave up lobbying and continued to barbecue.

"The main thing is that I'm in front of you, and I'm strong enough to be generous and unruly. ”

The Heng Guan was suddenly happy, humming a tune in a soft voice, grabbing the swing and starting to shake his body, driving the chair to shake.

Jiang Fan laughed, Hengguan often does this kind of slap in the face, he is also used to it, seeing her self-satisfied, Jiang Fan suddenly didn't want to care about anything, and unconsciously smiled and coaxed her: "What you want to hear, sing it to you unconditionally." ”

Hengguan looked at him, and the unspeakable tune suddenly became clear: "I am a blue whale incarnated as an isolated island, with the largest figure~"

Fish and shrimp walk by their sides

There are also flying birds parked on their backs

I've passed by too many beautiful wonders

Like an Eden-like wonderland

And the sea is too calm and too quiet

How many stories go unheard......

The slightly immature voice of the little girl who was lowered sang, and the tune she sang felt very long, sweeping away the original sweet and joyful emotions, and bringing out a strong desolate atmosphere, as if she was singing about a lonely whale, and as if she was recalling her past.

Jiang Fan froze, feeling that he didn't seem to understand the language he was once most familiar with.

In other words, he couldn't hear what was overflowing in Hengguan's song without concealment.

The flames gradually spiraled out of control, licking the food and emitting a burnt smell, Jiang Fan seemed to be immobilized and completely ignored, and the Hengguan didn't care.

Two people, one singing intently, the other listening intently.

There was a faint sound of horses' hooves from the direction of the city on the official road outside the forest, and the originally dense hoof sound gradually slowed down and stopped in the range of singing.

After stopping for a moment, a joking voice came from the crowd behind Hengguan: "Hey, I didn't expect that the village girl could sing so well, it was almost comparable to the warblers in the Xianyin Pavilion in the capital!"

The crowd was silent for a while, and another voice whispered: "Why do you say that a girl, I didn't recruit you and didn't mess with you, how can I compare a little girl with a singer......"

What a faux pas.

The persuasive voice said half a sentence with a sense of justice, and swallowed back half a sentence silently.

"What's wrong with the singer? Aren't the singers in Kyoto the best at singing?" The previous voice sounded again, pretending not to know the answer, "Oh, are you talking about their identity? Hey, this kind of country girl is not as valuable as the warbler for the owner!"

In the end, the more explicit it it became, the voice of the previous exhortation disappeared.

Hengguan finally stopped singing, and after a pause, he laughed, "It makes sense to think about it." ”

The cardamom girl's voice was soft and sweet, and her words were open-minded, and the words were obviously in response to their remarks, but people never looked back.

The clothes sounded softly, someone turned over and dismounted, and the voice that had been calmed down immediately sounded again: "It turns out that I was wrong, this little girl is not shallow!"

There was another sound of clothes rubbing, and the person who spoke jumped off the horse with a "poof", and said urgently as soon as he landed: "In front of my brother, I want to indulge in us, and I will pretend to be profound, but the girls have done this, and we can't live up to the little beauty!"

"How do you know it's a lover and not a brother?" a new young male voice.

"Heh, of course my brother is going to make other people's sisters happy!" The voice that had been taking the lead said as he walked, and the sound gradually approached the magistrate.

Walking closer and standing still, the man finally saw the little girl's face clearly, with beautiful eyebrows and a little baby fat. Such a young face really doesn't show any scheming and sophistication, just a little indifferent.

"Yang Wuwei of the Zhenbei General's Mansion, I've seen the girl!"

Face to face at close range, Yang Wuwei did not make a mistake, his eyes were straight when he hugged his fists and saluted, and his actions were in order.

Hengguan's eyes swept over him, and turned back to look at the crowd standing in the middle of the road, there were four people besides Yang Wuwei, one of them was a silver saddle and a white horse, plain clothes, collar and cuffs with patterns embroidered with silk threads of the same color, and occasionally reflected the light in the sunlight during his actions.

This man seemed to be the most noble, the other two were clearly his retinue, and the remaining one was smiling awkwardly at her.

"It's a good husband," Heng Guan said softly as he looked at the silver-saddled white horse, and turned his gaze back just in time to see Yang Wuwei's eyes showing disdain the moment he heard her voice.

Hengguan hooked his fingers at him and asked him to come closer, but Yang Wuwei raised his head high and leaned back with his upper body.

"I understand your feelings about defending your sister's marriage," Hengguan said lightly, and spit out the second half of the sentence in his expression changing again: "But I'm not easy to mess with, speed up and get out of me." ”

"You!"

Yang Wuwei was indignant, pointing at the girl and gritting his teeth, "Who are you?!"

When the silver-saddled white horse heard the argument, he also walked towards it.

Hengguan finally got annoyed, jumped off the swing and walked back.

Jiang Fan turned around and took out a scoop of water from their blind spot to extinguish the fire, and then got up to follow.

The silver-saddled white horse stopped, and several people watched the two leave.

"Will you be beaten if you dismantle your father's Taishi chair?" Heng Guan naturally opened his hand and asked Jiang Fan to carry her on his back, without a BUFF bonus, she was too lazy to walk, and she didn't care if Jiang Fan had no bonus and still carried her tired, and she had to tease him when she lay on Jiang Fan's back: "If you are beaten by the little master, you will really be embarrassed to go home." ”

"It's okay, I'm running fast. Jiang Fan was very complacent, and he didn't think about which was more embarrassing for him, being beaten or being beaten up.