"Hmm, Yu'er is not in a hurry. The two of us, just walking slowly like this, will always be able to get to that side. ”

"What kind of song are you listening to? When you shake it over there, everyone will finish singing! Uncle, you'd better hurry up! ”

As soon as he pulled Uncle Nangong's sleeve, Xiao Yu shouted with a very rude forked waist.

Uncle Nangong's yellow flat dough couldn't help but pull it more sharply.

Looking at Xiao Yu who was full of excitement, he opened his mouth, and finally nodded and compromised:

"Okay, then let's go together, since you like it so much."

Following Xiao Yu's petite body and walking two steps, Uncle Nangong was still full of grievances and shouted over there:

"Hey, I used to hear people sing or something, but it wasn't too much of a problem. It's just, Yu'er, can you help Uncle Ben with this eye-catching sugar gourd? Uncle Ben is so old, he just takes it like this, and he is very cheap! ”

Turning around like the wind, he pulled the sugar gourd over, Xiao Yu still said with some displeasure:

"Uncle, you're also troublesome! Soon! ”

Uncle Nangong and Xiao Yu, who kept babbling and babbling all the way, finally stopped under a low tree.

Not far away, on the rocky beach, a roaring bonfire was burning.

Many fresh pine shrubs, all stacked on top of each other, were burning there.

In the dark night, in addition to the scattered flying sparks, the vigorous flames, the scorching heat, and the fragrance of many fresh pine resins.

Those warm and intense atmospheres rushed towards everyone in the vicinity, and it was so vibrant that it was hard to make people unhappy.

"Uncle, uncle, there is such a good bonfire here, why is there no music, no singing and dancing?"

Xiao Yu looked back and asked.

As if in response to Xiao Yu's question, I only heard the sound of "Zheng", a melodious and high-pitched sound of the horse-head qin, which came out faintly from behind the burning fire.

After a nice sound of passing through the door, a thick and rough male voice slowly sang a long song.

After listening carefully for a long time, Xiao Yu couldn't understand the lyrics that the man was singing over and over again.

It's just that the long music, sung in the most beautiful and high-pitched male voice, carries with it an indescribable pathos, a long desolation. Those simple and simple notes, loud and loud behind the bonfire, only for a moment, can hit people's hearts.

Leaning on Nangong Ping's side, Xiao Yu, who was originally happily gnawing on the sugar gourd, couldn't help but feel silently sad again when he heard this song.

This tactful piano song, with the slightly hoarse and rich singing voice, vividly depicts the desolation and sorrow of a lonely journey drifting alone, as well as the feeling of ups and downs and never knowing where to go.

discipline, even Xiao Yu, who has always been heartless and laughing at life, is a little painful.

It turns out that some sorrow is a kind of poison that cannot be avoided and cannot be escaped, and it is always attached to many people to a greater or lesser extent.