Lan Ruoyi watched them coax helplessly, and said a little embarrassed: "Don't make trouble, I can't sing well." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Feng Xuan looked at Lan Ruoyi, squinted her eyes, and looked at her with a wicked smile.

Lan Ruoyi didn't understand what was wrong at first, but then he remembered!

When I first entered the palace, I sang a song "My Heart is Eternal" to Feng Xuan, and I still sang it while playing.

Hey............. it seems that there is no escape.

Lan Ruo also tilted his head, and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I'll sing and I'll sing, but you all have to bear whether the singing is good or not." ”

Everyone nodded and looked at Lan Ruoyi expectantly.

"Old memories are like a window,

If you push it open, it's hard to close it again.

Who stepped on the dead branches sounded softly, and the fireflies painted the incense of the painting screen.

For whom to put a sleeve fragrant, the letterhead of the red leaves is long,

He said that he would wander like this, to beautiful places.

Whose voice sings softly, softly,

Whose tears flowed quietly.

Those years are all paid for the past,

They snuggled up to each other and said they would face the wind and waves.

The ground is withered and yellow again, and the maple leaves are red and full of autumn frost.

In this old dream, life is like a drama singing,

Who else is on the scene.

The dim candle flame shook softly, and who was hesitant under the big red hijab.

The tearful flowers and the hall of glory are quietly set aside.

Memories are played like silent films, carving inch by inch of old time,

He said that he would wander like this, to beautiful places.

Whose voice sings softly, softly,

Whose tears flowed quietly.

May a pair of birds fly,

Even though he was crying and screaming behind him, he couldn't catch up.

In the middle of July of another year, the wind was cool, and the slanting sun was getting shorter and longer.

In this old dream, the sound of the lonely oar is far away,

Go to another country, forget. ”

The night came lazily and carelessly. The night was very thin and light, as if there was nothing, floating lightly, like a fluffy dry soil, so that the wind swirled in the sky, and the gray and white were boundless. The night seems to have reached its limit, and it does not deepen, like a veil on the stage, if it is bright and dark, if it is looming......

Everyone has been immersed in such a beautiful singing voice in such a night, the singing is melodious, simple, like a sincere teaching, and like a melodious conversation, singing to people's hearts and singing from their hearts.

Feng Xuan listened to Yi'er's singing, savored the taste inside, looked at her quiet side face, and somehow felt isolated from the world, only you in this life.

After Lan Ruoyi finished singing, he looked around and found that everyone had already immersed themselves in it, and he didn't disturb their thinking.

Who has never been young, who has not recalled, when you recall, it means that you have said goodbye to the time of youth.

The complex emotions that occasionally flash in the heart, those fragments, rush to run out, it is not complete, but becomes a detail scattered in life.

Reminiscing about old dreams, whether happy or sad, happy or regretful..................

Lan Ruoyi didn't understand why she sang this song, but she only thought of it in her mind at that time.

"It's beautiful.............." I don't know who came back from the dream, and I admired it from the heart.

Although I remembered the warm applause.

"Oh my God! It's really good! No matter if our master has a good singing voice, and this song is also good. ”

"Yes, I haven't heard this song before, it was created by the master himself, right?"

Isn't it true that ........... always can't escape plagiarizing others in ancient times, but Lan Ruo didn't expect to swallow this song, and said with a smile: "You guys look up to me, I once overheard it, and I thought it was very good, so I remembered it." ”

"Well....... those who are doing this song must also be people with stories."

After that, everyone chatted happily, and Lan Ruo also looked at their smiling faces, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.

Lan Ruoyi didn't know how she was lying in bed in the end, why she fell asleep, and it was already the next morning when she opened her eyes again.

Lan Ruo also recalled, it was too late to play at night, and he couldn't stop it, so he fell asleep on Feng Xuan, right?

I don't know what time it is now, as soon as Lan Ruoyi got up, he felt that there was a hard object next to his pillow and turned his head to look over.

A wind chime?! Lan Ruo also picked it up and looked at it suspiciously, she didn't seem to have such a thing.

There is a carved wooden board above, a ceramic doll hanging underneath, and a bell ribbon hanging from the bottom, which must be beautiful if it is windy.

Looking at the ceramic doll, wearing a light pink dress, unassuming, but the soft face is unforgettable.

Then after careful observation, I found that the more I looked, the more I thought about someone, who is here?

Wait a minute! Isn't that yourself?!

Lan Ruo also patted his head, really, he couldn't recognize it! This is the clothes I wore during the draft! At that time, I thought it was best not to choose, so I didn't wear it plain or public, it wasn't very eye-catching, and it wasn't so plain that people could see it at a glance.

Lan Ruoyi played with it, this thing should have been sent by Feng Xuan, I told him about this thing when I first came, and it was summer at the time, so I talked about it, but I forgot it at the time, but I didn't expect him to remember it.

Lan Ruoyi looked at the doll with a tender face, and when she was about to put it down, she found that there was a box next to the pillow.

This person still sends so many love poems that can't be written in it.

Lan Ruoyi opened the box, his face calmed down, and the one lying inside was the hairpin that Quan Le gave him.

At the beginning, because both of them were angry, the hairpin was taken away by Fengxuan, and he thought that he would never return it, maybe he threw it away.

I didn't expect him to give it back to himself.

What does that mean............

Lan Ruo also thought a little boldly, maybe Feng Xuan wanted to say that because he loves you, he trusts you.

No matter what it means, anyway, Lan Ruo is in a good mood now, and he doesn't care if he knows Feng Xuan's kind of face that he can't let go.

There is a feeling of being nourished in my heart, a little woman nourished by love.

Lan Ruoyi finally got up, put the hairpin into his locked small box, glanced at the wind chimes, and prepared to go out and hang it up for a while.

When I walked to the window and looked at the sky, I found that there was no one in the yard, and I didn't collect anything from yesterday, and the yard was a mess.

Probably hearing the movement inside, Qingqiu pushed open the door and walked in, saying, "The master is awake, the slave and maid are waiting for you to freshen up." ”

Lan Ruo also sat on the dresser and asked casually, "What about the moon?" Why didn't you see her? ”

Qingqiu skillfully combed Lan Ruoyi's Yaotai bun, and scolded with a smile: "She, she played until the morning yesterday, and she went to sleep until it was almost dawn, and now she can't get up at all." ”

Lan Ruoyi also shook her head, really, it was as if she was playing so crazy because she was thanks to them on weekdays.

Lan Ruo also didn't know that she had been worried and scared every day for the past two months, so it was rare to have a chance to go crazy, so she was really crazy. (To be continued.) )