"Hate each other is not as good as the tide and have faith, and the lovesickness begins to feel that the sea is not deep-"

The mournful and gentle singing came in from afar, and the singing voice that hung high seemed to be soaked with sadness, and the trembling voice was like a cool breeze in autumn, so that those who heard the song couldn't help but feel a sadness in their hearts.

Tsing Yi stood at the gate, staring at the endless snowfield.

Xiuxiu covered her face with her hands, kept jumping around in the snow, and when she jumped to Tsing Yi's side, she raised her head curiously and looked at Tsing Yi and blinked.

The mournful voice paused slightly, changed the tune, and then sang: "Straight lovesickness is useless, and it is madness to be melancholy—"

"Sister Tsing Yi, what is that big sister singing?" Xiuxiu was still young, she couldn't hear the sadness in the song, she only felt that this song made her a little uncomfortable, she depressedly stepped on her footprints on the snow again, and pouted, "Doesn't she feel tired at all?" Xiuxiu has heard her singing since last night, and she sings back and forth with those few words, Xiuxiu really doesn't think it's good at all! ”

Tsing Yi suddenly came back to his senses, and when he saw Xiuxiu's sad face, he really didn't like this song very much, so he couldn't help but sigh and shook his head, and said softly: "You are still young and don't understand this." This guest, I'm afraid it's very bitter in my heart......"

Xiuxiu was puzzled at first, and then her eyes suddenly lit up, clapped her hands and asked happily: "Ah, I know, did she meet a negative person?" ”

Tsing Yi was speechless when he heard this, and after half a sound, he poked Xiuxiu's forehead helplessly and smiled: "At a young age, do you know what a negative person is?" Stop guessing and come with me to help out in the kitchen. ”

Xiuxiu stuck out her tongue playfully, and obediently followed Tsing Yi into the inn.

A pot of fat hen is being stewed on the stove, and the rich aroma is ticking.

After eating the eagle fish for a few days in a row, Hei Saburo finally craved the stewed mushroom chiggles that he had eaten before, so Tsing Yi packed up a few stews early in the morning.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven - Brother San Lang eats three, Uncle Gao eats one, Sister Tsing Yi and Xiuxiu eat one." When Xiuxiu was fanning the fire on the side, she kept counting the little hens several times with her saliva, "The nerd and the spider girl eat one...... Hey? ”

After dividing the people in the inn, Xiuxiu, who found that there was one more hen, looked up strangely and asked Tsing Yi, who was scooping soup, "Sister Tsing Yi, there is one more hen!" ”

"That's for the guests." Tsing Yi smiled slightly, "You don't remember?" It was the guest who had the disease. ”

"Ah, it's him!" Xiuxiu immediately showed an indignant look and said, "Why are you giving him a little hen to eat?" He bullied Sister Tsing Yi before! ”

Tsing Yi pursed his lips and smiled, and said in a low voice: "He's a guest, the guest orders food, it's not good not to give it, right?" ”

As he spoke, he picked out the smallest chicken, put it in a small basket with the soup bowl and handed it to Xiuxiu: "Now it's hard for Xiuxiu to send the chicken over!" Walk slowly and be careful not to fall. ”

Xiuxiu took the basket a little reluctantly, and kept pouting and went out of the kitchen to the second floor.

"Don't dye the red silk thread, boast of the good color. I have a pair of teardrops, and I can't wear them—"

The mournful singing continued, and when Xiuxiu passed by the door, she heard the voice pause, and then she opened her mouth again with a crying voice and sang, "Don't be close to the fire of the oven, the flames are forced in vain." I have two sideburns, and I can't sell them—"

Xiuxiu couldn't help but stop, leaned to the door of the room and looked around a few times.

The door of the room was not closed, and Xiuxiu looked through the finger-wide crack in the door, only to see a little lady in a big red dress leaning against the window, twisting a red bamboo skewer in her hand, and humming a sad song in a low voice to the bare tree outside the window.

Her red dress was really beautiful, her wide skirt was in full swing and hung long on the ground, and two bright and lovely water ducks were close together under the lotus.

"Little sister, what are you looking at?"

Xiuxiu was still staring at the two mandarin ducks that she mistook for water ducks, but the little lady in the room suddenly turned her head to stare at Xiuxiu, and asked in a fluctuating voice.

"Ah-I-" Xiuxiu peeked at the little lady who was arrested, and saw that the little lady was carrying the light, her face was dark, and she really couldn't see her joy and anger, so she retracted her head in a little panic, and remembered the little hen soup in her hand, and immediately raised the small basket forward and said, "I'm here to send the little hen!" ”

"Ah......" The little lady was stunned for a moment, and then said softly after a moment of silence, "Thank you......"

Xiuxiu's hand holding the basket was sore, and she didn't see the little lady come to pick it up, so she put it directly at the door after thinking about it, and then ran away as soon as she slipped away.

Tsing Yi brought the little hen out to Hei Saburo, and saw Xiuxiu running back in a panic like a kitten whose tail had been trampled, and immediately wondered: "Could it be that Ah Lang is sick again?" Why does Xiuxiu look so flustered? ”

"That sick seedling is barely even taking a breath now, how can he scare Xiuxiu?" Hei Saburo tore off a chicken leg and said casually, "Besides, that girl is much stronger than you, and you are not afraid of monsters when you see them." ”

As he spoke, he bit the chicken bones and clicked, staring at Tsing Yi's eyes and laughing, as if laughing at Tsing Yi's timidity on weekdays.

Tsing Yi almost didn't make a big red face, he was ashamed and angry, and he rarely puffed out his cheeks and glared at Hei Saburo fiercely.

Just as he was about to say a few words of rebuttal, he heard the mournful singing of the female guest again.

Now the singing is different, singing a few lines of poetry.

Tsing Yi's heart was chilled by the mournful singing, and the original anger dissipated at once, but he unconsciously lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes to reveal a bit of sadness.

Hei Saburo originally looked at Tsing Yi's lively expression, which was very different from usual, and it was just a little interesting, but who knew that he was attracted by the singing voice of the new resident, and in a blink of an eye, he became sad and depressed.

Hei Saburo only felt that Tsing Yi's appearance made him look very uncomfortable, so he was a little unhappy and threw away the chicken leg to pinch Tsing Yi's face and said, "What are you doing to put on such a □□ face?" Looking at it affects my appetite, I didn't bully you today, so don't take back this ugly appearance quickly! ”

Tsing Yi was sad, and suddenly he was pinched by Hei Saburo with a greasy hand, only to feel pain and anger, and he was a little weak when he was too angry, and after grinding his teeth uncontrollably, she didn't want to let Hei Saburo's hand and muttered: "You don't understand, women have always had some feelings for such tunes, I'm just a mortal, and she sings so well, I don't feel that it's strange!" ”

Hei Saburo was slapped away but he was not annoyed, staring at the hand that Tsing Yi threw away and was silent for a moment, and at the end he didn't say anything and grabbed a chicken leg again and ate it.

"But...... Isn't she tired of the guest who has been singing there since she came? Tsing Yi didn't pay attention to Hei Saburo's silence, and asked suspiciously, "What kind of monster do you say she is?" ”

"How do you know she's a youkai?" Hei Saburo raised his eyebrows and grinned, "She's probably a mortal!"

"If you are a mortal, you can sing like this for a day and a night, and your voice will not be broken!" Tsing Yi frowned, wiped her cheeks with a handkerchief, and turned her head to listen carefully to the man's slightly crying singing, and couldn't help but sigh and said, "But whether it's a human or a demon, she must be suffering from love......

Hei Saburo sneered, drank the chicken soup in one gulp, then reached out and pulled the handkerchief in Tsing Yi's hand, wiped the grease on his hands at will, shook his clothes and said with an uncle: "She sings if she likes to sing, anyway, it has nothing to do with us, but you have to be careful, don't let her come out and shake around, if she comes out, drive her back to the room immediately." ”

"Why is that?" Tsing Yi said strangely.

It's the first time I've heard that guests are not allowed to leave the room, could it be that the guest has some epidemic or will go crazy at any time like that Ah Lang?

"I don't know." Hei Saburo frowned, but didn't say the reason, just advised, "I'll know in the future, just do it." ”

Tsing Yi nodded inexplicably.

After a while, Fei Shusheng, who had finished breakfast in the room, walked downstairs with a big bowl.

The banshees who came to ask for paintings still lined up in a long line.

It's just that today Fei Shusheng looked very absent-minded, and he stopped painting for an hour, but he didn't even paint the face of the banshee in front of him.

What's even more strange is that those banshees are not in a hurry, and they just sit there in a daze one by one.

The guest upstairs was still singing a thousand times, and when he asked the world what love was, several banshees raised their sleeves to cover their faces and shed tears sadly.

In this way, the woman's singing voice is really emotional, and it can make the listener sad and the listener cry.

It's just that a bunch of banshees in the lobby are wiping tears there, which is really uncomfortable to look at.

Tsing Yi thought about it, took two deep breaths, and then prepared to go upstairs to find the guest to remind him a few words.

Her singing voice is indeed very moving, and it is certainly good to listen to it occasionally. But when you listen to such a sad and sad song, even a ruthless injury will become a sentimental injury.

When Tsing Yi walked to the door of the female guest's room, he heard the singing becoming clearer and clearer.

I don't know if the other party was tired of singing, or if he noticed the arrival of Tsing Yi, the tactful singing suddenly stopped.

Tsing Yi reached out and knocked lightly on the door, and said in a low voice, "May I come in?" ”

There was silence in the room at first, and then a fluttering woman's voice responded, "Please come in ......"

Tsing Yi took another deep breath, and then slowly pushed the door open.

A little lady stood there quietly with her back to the window.

She was wearing a complicated wedding dress, and on the skirt was a delicate and delicate picture of mandarin ducks playing lotus, and the two mandarin ducks were embroidered vividly, as if they would swim out of the skirt in the next moment.

Tsing Yi was amazed by the wedding dress, and looked up along the wedding dress, and saw that she was wearing a phoenix crown full of pearl tassels and Yingluo, but her backlit face was a little obscure, making it difficult for Tsing Yi to distinguish her expression at this time.

But against the backdrop of the phoenix crown, Tsing Yi still vaguely saw the bright red makeup the size of two copper coins on her cheeks.

It's like a bride.

Tsing Yi was stunned for a while, and he didn't remember why he came.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

"Do you ask for a marriage sign?"

In a trance, Tsing Yi heard the bride suddenly ask herself.

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