Yangcheng drizzle, the spring smoke in April, the Qionghua on the riverside blooms according to the fine willows. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Under the Qionghua tree, the falling flowers are blown down one after another under the tree to play the guqin.

The slender fingers rose with the wind and fell with the flowers, dressed in white, and the faces of the fallen Ying were missing.

The butterflies of spring fall on the shoulders of the white clothes, stay for a long time, and the falling flowers in the air dance with the wind. Butterflies are quiet because of the sound, but the falling flowers are moved because of the sound.

There are mountains and rivers in the front, and now there are white clothes playing spring.

The sound of the piano is as long as a long river, but the white clothes are as quiet as a deep mountain.

The white clothes are appreciating the beauty of spring, and the people under the Qionghua tree in the distance are appreciating the distance of the white clothes.

Suddenly, a drizzle fell from the sky, and as the spring breeze blew, the rain became heavier and heavier.

The person in the distance knew that this was the red thread that God had pulled for her, opened the cyan paper umbrella beside her, and slowly walked towards him with the umbrella.

Bai Yi watched the rain gradually get heavier, slowly stood up, picked up the guqin, and wanted to leave. But he found that he had an extra umbrella on his head and looked back.

But when she saw a shy girl, she lowered her head and smiled, half shy, half nervous. From time to time, he secretly glanced at himself, but because he happened to meet his eyes, he immediately lowered his head shyly.

Bai Yi looked at the girl's cute appearance, the smile in his eyes was flooding, and the smile on the corner of his lips was deep and deep.

"Spring is slightly cold, thank you girl." Bai Yi's voice was very good, as if the strings of his guqin had been plucked by someone unintentionally, and the strings fell on the girl's heart.

"I've been listening to Childe's song for a long time, and I should hold an umbrella for Childe." The girl laughed, happy at the gentleness of the white dress.

"Zombies are rampant in the last days, and the girl is alone, which is really worrying." The white man looked behind the girl.

"It's not a secret, I learned some Taoist spells since I learned it, and then I became enlightened, but I also mastered some survival skills, and it is not difficult to protect myself."

Bai Yi looked at the girl in front of him with some admiration, and the smile on the corner of his lips couldn't help but deepen.

"Dare to ask the girl's name?"

"Yang Cheng Qingqiong" Qingqiong replied with a smile, her voice was a little hoarse, as if she was shy.

"Qingqiong, that's a nice name." The white clothes looked at the snow-white Qionghua behind the girl, there were Qionghua in April, even if it was late spring.

"It's getting late, and it's not safe on this road, so I'll send my husband all the way." Yan Qing asked with a smile.

"There are people on the road who go with me, and I relieve my loneliness, so thank you girl." The smile in white clothes was like a March breeze, sliding through the girl's originally calm heart lake, causing a ripple.

"Where is the gentleman?" The girl asked boldly.

"It's just a day of tourists, there is no fixed place to live, and everywhere is home." Bai Yi held the piano and looked at Qionghua outside the umbrella and smiled slightly.

"Mr. is really free and easy, and I am also a traveler, but unfortunately I don't have the courage to go out and have a look." The girl said with some regret.

"If I'm lucky, I'd like to take the girl around." The white-clothed eyes were very eye-catching, and at this time it was looking at the girl in front of it motionlessly.

The girl couldn't help blushing and boldly continued.

"The little girl is not talented, she has learned a dance since she was a child, but it is a pity that the music of the last days is slim, and she listens to the sound of the piano of Mr. and wants to dance with her, I don't know if Mr. will allow it."

"You can dance!" The eyes of the white clothes were full of surprise. "Silk and bamboo are easy to find, confidants are hard to find, and it is my honor for a girl to appreciate her face."

Qingqiong smiled, and when she saw that Bai Yi agreed, the shyness on her face gradually receded, and her courage grew.

"I haven't consulted Childe's name yet."

"Name? Heaven and earth are just wandering souls, and Miss Qingqiong will call me wandering souls. The spirit said with a smile, the white clothes were ethereal, and the smile was elegant and dusty.

"Geist! The gentleman is the famous geist mage. Qingqiong couldn't help but be shocked when she heard the name of the white clothes in front of her. The skill of the wandering soul is a little higher than his own, and when he thinks that what he did just now is simply an axe in front of Lu Ban, Qingqiong wants to smash his own foot.

"A mage is just an identity, and my identity in front of you is just a luthier." The wandering spirit smiled slightly, and reached out to help Qingqiong's arm so that it would not fall.

"The luthier?" Qingqiong looked up at the eyes of the geist, and the geist nodded affirmatively.

"Girl, would you like to dance to my music again." The spirit looked at Qingqiong seriously, his eyes full of expectations.

After a long time, Qingqiong nodded affirmatively.

"Nature."

After that, under the Qionghua tree, there was another phantom in white.

One person holds the piano, and the other dances with the piano.

The sound of the piano is mournful and tactful, and the dance is graceful.

Qingqiong danced to the sound of the piano, the white clothes swirled, she jumped up with Qionghua, and settled with the flower dust.

The wind of clothes turned up, picked up the white Qionghua in one place, and gradually the Qionghua was no more.

The summer lotus is fragrant, dyed with fragrance and Qingqiong's body, and the little lotus leaves are slightly cool, and the Qingqiong is like a lotus flower.

The sound of the piano suddenly became agitated, and Qingqiong's dancing began to become violent, turning like mountains and rivers toppling, and spinning like the Great Wall collapsing.

The sound of the piano calmed down again, and the sound fluttered, like an old man who saw through life and finally chose to return to peace.

The snowflakes fell one after another, Qingqiong danced with the snow, there was her in the snow, and there was snow in her.

After the song, Qingqiong slowly ended the dance.

The geist on the other side slowly stood up and walked to her side with a smile.

Gently patted the snowflakes on her body, the smile in her eyes was filled, even if she had known the wandering soul for a year, but every time as long as there was a pair of eyes of the wandering soul, Qingyan's heart would still feel very shy, those eyes, as if they had magical power, could always make her heart beat faster.

"Arjun, I don't want you to dance because of my music." The geist said with a smile.

Qingqiong was shocked when she heard this. "What's wrong, what's wrong with me that makes you angry?"

"It's not." The spirit held Qing Qiong's panicked hand, lowered his head to the eyes of those eyes, and said very seriously.

"I don't want you to dance because of my music, because I'm jealous, I want you to dance just because of me."

Qingqiong was stunned for a moment before she reacted, and her face instantly turned red.

"What's the difference?"

"It's very different, if you just think my music is good, you will dance for her if there are other good musicians in the future, but if you only dance for me, you will only dance for me." The spirit explained to Qingqiong in a serious way.

"Fool, the reason why I dance is only because you are the one who plays!" Qingqiong lowered her head shyly, but was held by the geist's hands again.

"What you say is true." The ecstasy in the eyes of the geist could not be hidden.

"Fool, do you know how long I've been waiting for this day?" Qingqiong pouted and complained. Obviously, he fell in love with him at first sight, but he was like a piece of wood, and no matter how much he hinted, he couldn't react. Fortunately, he took the initiative to confess, otherwise he would have unrequited love for a long time.

"Then can I call you Madame in the future?" The geist asked earnestly, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Fool, you can call it whatever you want" (To be continued.) )