Chapter 410: The Thoughts That Can't Be Quethered (10)

She watched Feng Hao silently turn the wine glass in her hand, and the wine swayed in a graceful arc in the glass. In front of her eyes was still a handsome face with a faint joy. Although there is still an afterimage of Leng Yi, he can't see the coldness that rejects people thousands of miles away when he first saw him.

She still remembered the first time she saw him in "Qingyou Garden", he was so unsmiling, his face was cold, and his eyes were also indifferent and alienated, like a lonely king.

At that time, she would never have imagined that her future would be controlled by this man from now on. I would never have imagined that this man's favor was so difficult to extricate himself, and he was even willing to indulge.

"Later, you will know!" Feng Hao replied indifferently with a soft sip of wine. If you want to talk about why they call him an adult, you must mention the Phantom Alliance, the cruelty, conspiracy, and gore in it are not something that Xia Yucheng can understand and accept, and he will not tell her these things at all when she is not completely heart-to-heart.

Xia Yucheng saw that he didn't want to say it, and his heart must be a little uncomfortable, but thinking about it, what is their relationship, he was quickly relieved.

Perhaps, some of the things and experiences that this man buried in his heart are only willing to tell his beloved woman!

Clearly, she's not!

I couldn't help it, and an inexplicable shock hit her heart.

……

They sat in the bar for a while before leaving.

At night, the lights of the ancient town are blurred, and the outlines of stone archways, ancient towers, ancient bridges, and ancient houses are embellished with colorful colors. On both sides of the house, under the front porch of the house hang all kinds of lanterns, outlining the soft and beautiful lines of the ancient town.

Walking in the streets and alleys, the sound of silk pipe music wafts out of nowhere, melodious lingering in the air of the ancient town.

Xia Yucheng snorted softly, suddenly ran a few steps, turned to face Feng Hao: "Stand there, don't move!"

Feng Hao stopped, only to see Xia Yucheng smile at him, and then put on a common action of Hua Dan in opera, and then she began to sing:

"It turns out that the purple and red are all over the place, like this, they are all paid with broken wells, and the beautiful scenery of the good day is the day, and the courtyard is happy. Flying towards the twilight roll, the clouds and the cuixuan, the rain and the wind, the smoke and waves painted the boat, the Shaoguang cheap ...... that Jinping people look at"

It turned out that she sang the popular "Dream" in the Kunqu opera "Peony Pavilion". Soap robe.

Under the light, her delicate facial features were marked with a layer of light and shadow, her movements, eyes and singing voice were very beautiful, and the whole person gave people the feeling of being so subtle, delicate and elegant, charming and dignified.

The ancient town, the melodious silk pipe, the words are round and the singing voice is round......

At this moment, it was as if going back in time, and all the qiē was poured into a distant, elusive, and intoxicating dream.

After singing the song, Feng Hao was a little stunned, he never thought that Xia Yucheng would have such a side.

"Do you like it?" Xia Yucheng jumped in front of him and looked at him with a smile, which was completely different from the gentle and elegant she had just now.

"Hmmm! that's nice!" he was in a trance, and as soon as he stretched out his arm, he took her into his arms, leaned down and kissed her on the lips. She may not know how much that little song touched his heart.

His little girl is indeed the most beautiful, elegant, clean, and most exciting woman in the world.

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