"She's up early?" Hua Muhan raised his eyes lazily and glanced at the dust and smoke from the mirror. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Dusty snorted lightly, "That's a little monster, when I got up, she actually said that she had already run around the falling flower garden nine times." Seeing that her clothes were soaked with sweat at the time, she shouldn't have bragged. ”

Hua Muhan lightly hooked the corners of his lips, and his voice was faint, "It's really like a little monster, more energetic than you." ”

Chenyan was amused by his words, and inserted the hosta on the green jade crown, "There is still a good show to watch, before I came in, she was shuttling through the trees like a monkey, and I don't know who she learned from." ”

Hua Muhan stood up, walked to the bookcase, and stretched out his hand to push the window open.

Changting was tired, and was resting on the branch of a peach tree, his legs hanging in the air, and a bunch of peach petals on the hem of his clothes.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the pink petals, not feeling stupid.

There, her favorite book to read, in addition to "Xu Zhimo's Poetry Collection", is "Dream of Red Mansions", in which "Daiyu Burial Flower" is undoubtedly the most meaningful paragraph in the book.

She is a soldier, but she is very literary and artistic at heart. The song "Funeral Flower Yin" has long been memorized, in such a place where there are many falling flowers, it is difficult not to associate the two together, and for a while, she felt a faint sadness in her heart.

"Now that you are dead, Nong will be buried, and you don't know when Nong will be mourned? Nong is burying flowers and laughing idiots, he buries Nong in the year, he knows who it is......"

Her voice was extremely soft, and Hua Muhan stood in the room and couldn't hear it. In fact, even if he could hear clearly, he couldn't understand it, but she spoke standard Chinese and standard Mandarin.

The luxuriant flower branches covered half of her face, and Hua Muhan couldn't see her reddened eyes, but from that tone, there was a faint hint of sadness.

Unconsciously blurted out the distant language, Chang Ting's chest was stuffy, and his longing was irrepressible.

I was confused, and I didn't know how to go back, if it weren't for her determination, optimism and cheerfulness, she wouldn't have been able to hold on for a long time.

When I left, it was the height of summer over there, just like now.

I've been in this strange Thousand Nights Continent for a whole year, and I don't know how long it's been over there.

The "leader" will definitely be scolded by his mother, that mission, but he personally approved it. I don't know what happened to the "old leader", if I knew that I was strong......

Changting's eyes drooped, and there were crystal clear water droplets on his long eyelashes, and as soon as the hand holding the hem of his clothes was loosened, it suddenly rained down.

There was a morning breeze, and the sweat on her body was cold, and she woke up from her contemplation.

Alas! It's me over there, it's me here, my parents over there are my parents, my parents here are my parents, even if I have the opportunity to go back now, I can't go back!

In her mind, it is not just as simple as twelve more years of memory, nor is it as simple as borrowing a corpse to resurrect the soul as superstition says, when she first came here, she was confused for nearly a month, and then gradually sorted out a most defensible answer.

That's – two in one!

It's her over there, it's her here, just like Sun Wukong's doppelganger technique, not to seize someone else's body, but to synthesize a complete her.

She was also terrified because of this, afraid that once her soul was completed here, she would never be able to go back there.

Such a question has completely exceeded the scope of her knowledge, and every time she thinks about it, she can only feel powerless and helpless, and she is so small and helpless in the face of the mysterious unknown......

Chang Ting shook his head vigorously, beat his spirits, raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat on his face, and by the way, he stroked away the mist in front of him, and stood up neatly on the branch.

The branches under his feet were stressed, swaying, and falling flowers were chaotic.

The man in the window, his heart tightened.

Chang Ting was about to continue his morning exercise, and at a glance, he saw the handsome man wearing a green jade crown and a light blue brocade robe in the window.

Obediently, the long black hair like a waterfall was bundled into the green jade crown on the top of his head, exposing his neck and ears, looking more handsome and capable, three points stronger than the stinky boy's appearance in costume idol dramas.

"Lord, morning!" The voice is clear, the smile is hearty, and she is not afraid that the branches are still swaying, where is a reserved girl.

Hua Muhan pursed her lips and smiled, like a spring breeze blowing snow.

As the dust and smoke came out to splash the water on his face, he stood on the stone steps, pinched his waist with one hand, carried the wooden basin with the other, and squinted at the big boy on the tree, "I said, you've been tossing all morning, isn't it time to work?" ”

Chang Ting tilted his head, looked at the sworn enemy, and after his eyes rolled for a while, he grinned, and looked at Hua Muhan in the window again, "Lord, I'll sing you a song to boost your spirit, right?" ”

Hua Muhan was slightly stunned, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he nodded hesitantly.

The dust and smoke had already seen through the mind of the big boy on the tree, and this was obviously a change of ways to please the master. He didn't go back to the room, just carried the basin and stood on the stone steps, waiting to see her play tricks.

Thump!

Hua Muhan's heart, which has always been calm, suddenly mentioned his throat.

Dusty and smoke took a step forward uncontrollably, and hurriedly retracted it, cursing secretly in his heart.

And the culprit, after jumping down from the high tree, immediately stood up straight, calmed down, cleared his throat and began to sing generously:

"Roses, roses, red roses for the squad leader.

Roses, roses, red roses for class leaders.

Butterflies fly among the flowers, and peach blossoms are drunk with spring water.

The squad leader's rose, spit fragrant flowers on the windowsill.

A youthful heart is open in the fiery company.

Look at the man's shoulders, and take on a heavy responsibility.

The red rose of the class leader, the flowers bloom beautifully, who is it for?

The red rose of the squad leader, who is she in love with?

The red rose of the squad leader, the lonely fragrance is not sad?

Red Rose of the squad leader, who did you give your romance to? ”

The singing voice is clear and sonorous, which is completely different from the tactfulness and sweetness of women, but it is far from the roughness of men......

Hua Muhan unexpectedly stared at the generous boy standing under the tree, looked at her clear eyes, looked at the smile on her face that was always overflowing, trying to read her mind and figure out her true intentions.

Dusty was completely attracted by this strange song, he thought that he had seen the world, heard the best music in the world, but never fascinated him as much as he did now.

The powerful rhythm made his blood accelerate, as if he had regained something that had long been lost......

When Chang Ting sang this military song in Qingsang language, he naturally replaced those sensitive words with words with similar meanings, but the tune was still the same.

"Roses, roses, red roses for the squad leader.

Roses, roses, red roses for class leaders.