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Yun Qingwu bent his eyebrows and smiled: "I don't care about the incense and food in the White Horse Temple, I just want to go and see the peach forest behind the White Horse Temple, it is said that the peach blossoms there bloom very well." ”

"No matter how good it is, it can be better than the peach forest in the palace. Gong Yan smiled and squeezed her hand: "However, if you want to see, my son and I are with you." ”

Under the sun, the lake is sparkling, and the faint fragrance of flowers floats in the air, making people feel refreshed.

The sound of laughter and the sound of the piano flute came from the painting boats, adding a bit of vividness to the quiet lake.

The appearance and charm of Yun Qingwu's family of three, wherever they go, they will attract countless amazing eyes and endless admiration, however, this does not affect the good mood of the three of them to visit the lake.

"Xiao Mo, do you want to listen to your father's music?"

Standing on the deck in front of the painting boat, Yun Qingwu hugged his son affectionately from behind and leaned into his arms, looked at his man with a smile, and asked Xiao Mo in a low voice.

"Yes. ”

Xiao Mo gave his mother a lot of face, and he didn't think about it, so he nodded directly.

Gong Yanxiao looked at their mother and son indulgently, didn't say a word, as if playing a trick, and suddenly there was an extra jasper Xiao in his hand.

The black hair is flying, the clothes are fluttering, the man's posture is as tall as a jade bamboo, clean and dusty, the woman and the boy in her arms, her eyebrows are picturesque, there is a smile in her eyes, quietly, extremely attentively looking at the man. This scene is like a flawless landscape painting, which makes people unable to take their eyes off it for a moment.

The sound of the flute was melodious, and the man's indulgent eyes were always locked on the mother and son, and the slender and knobular fingers jumped gently, and the melodious sound of the flute rose from his fingertips, and then spread in the surrounding air.

In an instant, the sound of talking and laughter from the various painting boats and the sound of the piano and flute came to an abrupt end.

Slowly, more and more people walked out of the boat, including the beautifully dressed boudoir lady, the personable lady, and many literati and other people who traveled to the lake. They stood on the deck of their respective boats, and their eyes were fixed on the boat in the distance, which was not very ornate in appearance, but if you looked closely, it was obvious that it was very mysterious.

Want to get closer?

No one wants to, however, the feeling that the painting boat gives everyone can only be seen from a distance, not stepped forward. So, they could only suppress the thirst in their hearts, and did not dare to order their own painting boat to approach the painting boat.

The fairy couple brought their children to the earth!

This is what everyone thinks, they are amazed by the man and woman, and the boy exudes an outstanding charm, they want to see the appearance of the family of three clearly, but because of the distance, they can only see vaguely, but Rao is so, the feeling of the family of three still makes everyone remember it in their hearts, and it will be unforgettable for a long time.

There are a few people who are deeply thoughtful, and vaguely guessed the identity of Yun Qingwu's family of three, after all, there can be such a charm, such a heavenly posture of men and women, except for the emperor and queen in the palace, who else can there be?

Of course, those who can see the appearance of Yun Qingwu's family of three a little clearly have undoubtedly practiced the exercises, otherwise, in terms of distance, their eyesight will not be able to reach it at all.

After the song, Gong Yan took his daughter-in-law and son and turned around and walked into the painting boat and sat down: "Xiao Mo hasn't heard your mother play the song yet, right?" picked up a piece of delicate pastry and handed it to his son, he squeezed his eyes, Xiao Mo understood, and nodded his little head busily: "Mother, I want to hear it." ”

Yun Qingwu glanced at the man with a smile, got up and walked to the desk on the side and sat down: "Xiao Mo wants to listen, my mother will play a few more songs today." If you want to hear her play the piano, she will say that she has to use the guise of her son to achieve her goal, and she is not ashamed! Although she complained so much in her heart, the smile on Yun Qingwu's face never disappeared.

Activating the idea, a good guzheng appeared on the desk, Yun Qingwu raised his hand to try the test, and then with a smile in his eyes, he swept past Gong Yan and Xiao Mo, and then began to play.

The piano is pleasing to the people, the zheng is pleasant, there is a piano in the painting boat, however, the cloud light dance is between the qin and the zheng, and I still prefer the guzheng.

The smart and ethereal notes rose from between the jade fingers, like the murmuring of water, which was pleasant and moving. The bamboo forest is sparse, the spring and stone reflect each other, and the wonderful sound of the heavenly sound is diffuse, and the ear is so ethereal and far-reaching, as if all things in heaven and earth are melted into this invisible and real and illusory realm.

The clouds and the sky are intertwined, and the mountains and water are companions.

The clothes fluttered in the wind, like flowing water.

The hazy drizzle and flying flowers, Yingying and smoke, seem to come from the pool faintly, and the air is permeated.

Gently knead and twist slowly, like the wind singing, like water whispering.

The jade finger was sprinkled, and in an instant, it was like a little starlight falling into the blue water pool, and it was like a pearl falling on a jade plate, crisp and elegant, and it was intoxicating.

The cold moon hangs in the air, quietly lonely, the breeze dawns, the moon shadow is faint, the pool moves and the moon is broken, a dream for a thousand autumns, and there is no intention to stay with the clouds outside the sky. Yun Qingwu's eyebrows and eyes lowered, Qianqian's jade fingers danced like elves, and the music changed, and the atmosphere created changed accordingly.

The slanting sun falls on the quiet forest, the seagulls fly with the glow, sit cross-legged on the bamboo raft, play a song leisurely, love between the mountains and rivers, the clouds and mountains depend on each other, and the birds and flowers are fragrant.

Xiao Mo put his hands on his cheeks, listening so seriously.

Suddenly, the music turned, from soft lyricism to smart and lively, and at this time, Yun Qingwu raised her eyes and looked at the father and son who were listening to her playing, blinking playfully, and the jade fingers jumped smartly on the strings. Gong Yan pulled out his mind from the artistic conception of the previous song, his starry eyes were rippling, looking at her and smiling indulgently, smiling affectionately.

"My mother plays the song so beautifully!" Xiao Mo couldn't help but let out a low sigh, hearing his words, the smile on Gong Yanjun's face became brighter and brighter: "Your mother is very powerful, no woman in this world can compare with her, we have to love her together and let her be happy forever." ”

"Hmm. Xiao Mo nodded.

He will remember his father's words and make his mother happy and happy every day!

The voice of the father and son was not loud, and Yun Qingwu's mind returned to the song, so she didn't hear what her man and son said, but she could see their love for her from the eyes of the two, and her whole heart was so warm that it was about to melt.

Playing five pieces in a row, the melody that makes people fascinated and addicted to it slowly falls to the last note.

"Good work. ”

Yun Qingwu sat back in his place with a soft expression, Gong Yan looked at her, his eyes were stained with pity: "Fingers hurt, right?" Holding her hand, he gently helped her massage her fingers one by one. Seeing this, Xiao Mo got up and sat on the other side of his mother, and his immature voice was also full of pity: "Mother, I'll help you massage this hand." ”

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