Chapter 42 The flute is not you

Finally, the girl stopped and looked at the man expressionlessly: "Enough, Yingyue, you use this dirty means to win me, is it fun?"

The man named Yingyue was amused by the girl: "I was originally tall, I only need to move one step if you move three steps, how can I become dirty." โ€

"Anyway, you're going to die that heart, I won't promise you. โ€

"If you're not afraid of being annoyed to death, feel free to ~~~"

Seeing Yingyue's indifferent look, An Qing's eyes were full of regret: "Tell me why I found a deacon like you in the first place? I'm so hard......."

Looking at the aggrieved An Qing, Yingyue looked indifferent. Joke, I have never seen her cry like this on the battlefield, and this little thing can hit her.

Not only Yingyue didn't believe it. July, Yechenxuan, and Shiyin will not believe it. In their eyes, An Qing's sister is very clever, and she is very calm at critical times. Although there are some strange ideas in private, it is harmless.

"I'm so unlucky, why did I run into you. โ€

Seeing that Yingyue didn't react, An Qing couldn't help but complain in her heart: Good you cold-blooded person.

How do you know that the moon is still light and the wind is light. Yingyue has lived for hundreds of years, and it is obviously impossible to compromise like this.

"Yes, I'm cold-blooded. I should have been a little colder, and when I found the leaf that day, I would crush it directly, so that no one could hear anyone complaining about me in the morning. Yingyue said and made a pinching motion with her hand, signaling the pinching process to An Qing.

"If you dare to crush the leaves, I will die with you!!"

An Qing looked at Yingyue with a dead expression. Yingyue smiled indifferently and took a step back: "It's late, we all said it's late." Since this is already the case, it is better to settle it first. โ€

Looking at Yingyue's triumphant expression, An Qing was very helpless: "Can't you let me?" First, I am your master, you have to listen to me. Second, I'm a girl, you're a boy. Do you want the boy to let the girl know?"

"That's what you said before, what men and women can't kiss, and then what boys can't get into girls' rooms and so on. โ€

An Qing nodded, she didn't expect that after talking for so long, Yingyue would understand. However, An Qing didn't know, it wasn't that Yingyue didn't understand, but that Yingyue pretended to be confused. It's just pretending not to understand, no matter how much you say you don't want to knock or not, there is another set of arguments for it: look at the safety of the owner. Looking at it, the only person in this Angela Academy who is plotting against her is the person in front of her.

Yingyue's appearance also made An Qing crazy for a while. Obviously she has said it so many times, but Yingyue still doesn't understand. In the end, An Qing admitted defeat, okay, you can do whatever you want.

Afterward...... An Qing is used to Yingyue like this......

"You don't understand, why are you mentioning it?"

An Qing looked at Yingyue angrily. Yingyue lowered her head and showed a big smile in front of An Qing. It is said that Yingyue's tall figure has now changed her silver clothes to red. The smile is that he has a feeling that the jade tree is in the wind.

An Qing turned her face away, knowing that Yingyue was currying favor with her. Yingyue probably also knew that An Qing had no resistance to his face, so she took the initiative to put her face in front of An Qing.

Yingyue half-squatted down in front of An Qing, picked up An Qing's hand and put it on his face and began to rub it.

Qingqing also said that a good man should be polite, humble, have good cultivation, behave elegantly and be kind-hearted. I've got it all in mind!"

Yingyue's slender peach blossom eyes flashed with a little tenderness: "Yingyue just wants to hear Qingqing play a flute, is it really not?"

At this moment, the gentle emotion and the friendship of blushing spread between An Qing and Yingyue. It seems to be vacant... It's a bit ambiguous.

An Qing shook her head, of course she had to shake herself up. How does this section look like......

An Qing withdrew the hand on Yingyue's face, turned her back, and exhaled deeply.

This kid is too flirtatious. An Qing put one hand on her chest, feeling her heart beating at the moment. opened his mouth in shock, and he was afraid that Yingyue would find out and hurriedly closed it.

"I'm tired and need to rest. โ€

After speaking, An Qing turned around and walked towards the room. Leaving Yingyue to stand alone.

"Didn't you just wake up?"

But where can An Qing hear Yingyue's words. He had already hurried back to his room.

It's time to rest, it seems to be a tacit agreement between An Qing and Yingyue. Because Yingyue would always suddenly appear in front of An Qing, An Qing couldn't get rid of it no matter how she caught up, An Qing had no choice but to say that she was going to rest, but she didn't expect this sentence to be quite useful. Yingyue stopped pestering her and went back to his room.

Under the starry night sky, a room was still lit up. The breeze is gentle but far away, driving the leaves of the woods to dance with it. Because of the hot weather, a girl fanned her. The wind blowing from the fan blows the dreary air, as if it will allow you to breathe more freely. Inadvertently, there was a boy in red standing next to the girl. The boy in red looked at the girl and smiled slightly. The light in the room was not on, and the boy's gaze was bright, like the quiet moonlight in the night.

An Qing pouted her face: "Why are you looking at me so gently, you have used a beautiful man's trick for a day in order to let me play the flute for you." โ€

"Qingqing said that I don't have the feeling of playing the flute, I'm looking for a feeling for you!"

Yingyue's eyes flashed, and she looked at An Qing seriously.

"How do I feel like I've been acting in an idol drama for a day?"

"Then you are my most beautiful heroine. โ€

An Qing was covered in a static electricity: "The feeling I said can be understood as artistic conception, and it can also be understood as mood." I don't feel that way now, how can I make a melodious sound?"

If she could blow An Qing, she would have blown it a long time ago, she didn't want to continue to be teased by Yingyue like this, and if she did this, she was afraid that her heart would stop forever because it was beating too fast. Wouldn't that be a pity.......

So let's let it beat slowly. An Qing caressed her heart. At this time, the voice of Yingyue came.

"It's okay if it's not a melodious sound, as long as it's you blowing, I like it~~~~~"

An Qing looked at Yingyue hesitantly: "This is what you said?"

Yingyue nodded, looking at An Qing with a very firm gaze. An Qing took out the flute on her waist and put it to her lips.

I only felt that a beautiful and ephemeral epiphany appeared in front of me, and the beautiful flower tube slowly cocked, and her coat opened with it. Then there were her white petals, layer by layer, as pure as white snow. If you taste it carefully, you can smell the faint floral fragrance of the epiphany.

"The epiphany is really out of the dust and elegant~~~" Seeing this scene, Yingyue couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, the melody of the flute suddenly changed, and I saw a thin stream of water flowing out of nowhere. I only heard the sound of 'whooshing' water slowly flowing into the blooming epiphany. The epiphany watered by the clear water blooms better and the fragrance is better.

"It seems that Epiphany has met someone who is willing to water her~~~~"

Oh, yes!

There are thousands of people in the world, but you are different.

Joy, anger, sorrow, sorrow, and sorrow, only you make me sad.

In the wind and rain, in the sea of people, my eyes are all about you.

May we all be able to live freely in the days to come.

Thank you for dedicating your youth to "The Legend of Anqing"

I dare not say that my efforts can be loved by you,

But in the moment of passing by, you can remember the scenery in front of you,

That's what I'm happiest.

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