Leng Sanniang's departure was the same as her previous appearance, there was no figure for a while, Xie Ge still held the rice paper in his hand, and after Leng Sanniang completely disappeared from him, the rice paper in his hand also disappeared, and it also turned into a shadow, he was stunned, he didn't understand what was written in it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Turning around, his mind was a little abrupt, thinking that he would have the opportunity to meet Liang Xiaoru again tomorrow, his heart was uneasy, and he was more looking forward to it.

Leng Sanniang's disappearance seems to be a habit for the song, since the dry well, her whereabouts have been erratic, her sudden departure made him more curious about her, especially just now when she wanted him to help her write a song, he was even more curious, and he was afraid that it would be too difficult for him to finish it, and finally he couldn't see Liang Xiaoru.

At this time, he had mixed feelings.

Looking up, the whole world was still a hazy moonlight, the twinkling of stars in the sky, looking in the direction of the Mengchun country, at this moment, he suddenly began to feel homesick, he felt that he should go back, at this moment, he decided in his heart that he would go back after the things here were completed.

The stream on the right is still rare, and the gurgling water makes Xie Ge come back to his senses from his thoughts, he wants to walk everywhere, so he came here, there is so much depression and sadness in his heart, there is nowhere to tell, in this Qingshui Town, only Leng Sanniang knows his identity, and no one else knows.

"I think my dignified second son of Meng Chunguo has fallen to this."

Xie Ge buried his head and smiled bitterly, shaking his head slightly, the sound of the stream on the right attracted his attention, he walked towards the stream, during the day, Yang Xiaoxiao and Shan Qiaoyan washed their clothes there.

Such a quiet sky and earth is what he wants, he has always abandoned the flowers and likes such a quiet night, but after all, he has not gotten rid of the trouble of the love between men and women.

"I haven't seen Xiaoru for half a year, and I don't know where she is, how are she doing."

Facing the gurgling stream, his robe flew up, and a corner of the hem was missing, his shirt was sewn by Liang Xiaoru with stitches and threads, and it was also the most precious thing he felt.

Looking from afar, there was darkness in front of him, the first time he came here, he didn't know that there was something in the distance on the other side of the stream, maybe it was a mountain, maybe it was a lonely person like him on the other side, the hazy darkness in front of him, just like his mood at the moment, saw the future, and didn't want to look back.

"Tomorrow, will that Leng Sanniang bring Xiaoru to see me? What was written on that piece of rice paper? ”

Xiege thought quietly, stretched out his hand, but couldn't see the rice paper, as if it had disappeared out of thin air, he buried his head, and his heart became more and more melancholy.

Looking at the calm water surface half loud, he remembered the half-way lyrics that he hadn't written before, and he couldn't write it anymore, in the face of this endless darkness, his heart began to spread again, at this moment, he began to sing lonely like in the ancient ship, he forgot that Leng Sanniang said before that someone would come here to find him, and when he sang, he would forget the whole world.

It's like when Yang Xiaoxiao was serious about painting and writing.

In such a quiet night, his singing began to echo again, low and tactful, and the sadness seemed to be hopeless again.

"The cold river and snow reflect the lonely parting; This night, the cold wind and the moon were cold. Who will solve the complex in the heart at this time; I'm lonely, who will fill the void in my heart.

My heart is broken by the wind and snow you gave, I miss the season of day and night, waiting for the reunion, and the cold river and snow finally reflect the bright moon......"

The song stopped abruptly here, and he hadn't thought about it yet, there were too many things recently, and he couldn't give him a quiet space to write songs like in the beauty house, all these changes began when he was curious to see Li Yixin painting butterflies, and began to change when he followed Boss Liu and took Li Yixin away.

Maybe he didn't have that curiosity, maybe he wouldn't be here at the moment, maybe he was already on his way back to Mengchunguo at this moment, or maybe he would never have the chance to see Liang Xiaoru again.

"It's really like Leng Sanniang said, is everything doomed?!"

Xie Ge thought coldly, the melancholy of the whole world began to spread infinitely, at this time Yang Xiaoxiao just finished doing things and came out, also because of curiosity, because of her nostalgia for the sound of Xie Ge, so she followed out, Shan Qiaoyan and they had already fallen asleep, no one knew that she came out to find Xie Ge, and even Xie Ge himself didn't know, he had forgotten what Leng Sanniang had told him.

Only Leng Sanniang knows all this.

Yang Xiaoxiao's walking voice was still very light, and she felt the melancholy on Xie Ge's body from a distance, and she also felt that he had something on his mind, but she didn't know and couldn't guess that it was even more difficult to ask, her footsteps were soft, and Xie Ge was silent in her own world, and she couldn't feel it at all.

"What is the song boy doing, why haven't you gone back so late?"

Yang Xiaoxiao leaned against the back of a big tree, this big tree was only four or five steps away from Xiege, Yang Xiaoxiao was behind Xiege, he didn't even feel it.

Yang Xiaoxiao was not found to be happy in her heart, but when she thought that she had no weight in her heart, her heart was melancholy, and when she was thinking about it, she began to sing the lyrics of the song just now, and he also thought that he could finish the song on such a quiet night, maybe he could sing it to Liang Xiaoru tomorrow.

"Maybe tomorrow we won't see each other at all!"

After the sound of the song stopped, she thought melancholy in her heart, Yang Xiaoxiao, who was not far away, listened to his singing, as if she had returned to the ancient ship, at that time, she was also secretly listening to the song and singing, and at this time she secretly listened to the song and singing, these are two different songs, but they are the same emotion and the same tone.

Yang Xiaoxiao knew that this song was still half away, and she didn't know where the courage came from, Yang Xiaoxiao looked at the melancholy back of Xie Ge and walked out from behind the big tree, and began to sing without the consent of Xie Ge, at that moment, the emotions in her heart were the same as Xie Ge, at this moment, the world seemed to be only the two of them.

"Smell the wind and snow, there are people from me who have returned outside the chaimen, who is waiting for whose appearance this night. Hanjiang Xue, poor white house beauty Chunhua for silver butterfly, all this is because of your parting. ”

The fit of the tone, the tacit understanding is generated, such a song seems to be written by a person, the song is heard and turned back, when he turned around, he saw Yang Xiaoxiao's well-behaved face, he listened to her singing, and was about to say something, Yang Xiaoxiao smiled in the moonlight and said: "A good song for the song boy, forgive Xiaoxiao for being presumptuous, and this song, I remembered myself when I heard this song, this song seems to be unfinished, just call it Hanjiangxue?" ”

Yang smiled lightly in the faint moonlight, and turned her head to look at her, the sound of the stream behind her was still murmuring. (To be continued.) )