(Wandering on the road, are you going to goviavia, fragile proud, that used to be my appearance, boiling and restless, where are you goingviavia, enigmatic composure, are you really listening to the story.)

The sound of the guitar was accompanied by the rustling of leaves, and it rained in a misty autumn, and the rain was very thin and soft, like catkins floating in spring.

Rain-like fog, fog-like rain, wisps lingering.

Wet the wooden skirt, wet the ends of her ink-dyed hair.

She sat on the bluestone by the lotus pond in Yingluo Courtyard, five or six pots of flower wine on her side, three or four pots were empty, her slightly drunk little face, her starry eyes as black as night were trance-like and ethereal, like a lonely bird that had lost its direction, and there was a faint coldness between her eyebrows.

Mu Xi let the silk poncho brush his shoulders, feeling that all the feelings were submerged, as if he had also turned into this autumn rain, into this song, free, free, happy, and fluttering, slender jade hands fluctuated every filament on the guitar, enjoying the beauty of this rhythm.

(I have crossed mountains and seas, and I have also passed through the sea of people, I once had a qiē, and it was all scattered like smoke in the blink of an eye, I used to be disappointed and lost all directions, until I saw that the ordinary is the only answer.)

"Xi'er can always surprise people"

, The warm voice came from behind Mu Xi did not look back, nor did she stop the fluctuation of her fingers, she still played and sang softly, of course she knew who it was, only that demon Phantom Xingchen would call her Xi'er, and that disgusting Nan Yuexuan called her Xiao Xi'er, as for the Buddha, she was called by her name.

"Your clothes are wet, put them on"

Phantom Star Chen untied his cloak and squatted down to drape Mu Xi.

A stream of heat approached, his fingers stopped fluctuating, and the sound of the piano gradually fell, Mu Xi felt that this phantom Xingchen seemed to be deliberate, and his clothes were not draped, what were he doing so close to her.

Just thinking about it, she felt the warmth behind her withdraw, it was Phantom Xingchen who was already sitting on the bluestone beside her, leaning on the willow trunk steadily, her eyes shining towards the lotus pond, looking at the starry lotus pond under the moonlight.

Mu Xi tilted his gaze slightly, by the moonlight, looking at his side face, soft outline, slightly raised corners of the eyes, adding more sultry style, the green silk of the shawl fluttered with the wind, slightly stunned, and admired in his heart that this is the feminine beauty of the woman!

After being silent for a long time, he suddenly asked, "Maybe you are not an ordinary woman, if one day you are no longer ordinary and you can have whatever you want, will you still be disappointed?" ”

, he was still looking at the starry lotus ponds, his expression was indifferent, and his tone was faint, as if he was asking an extremely ordinary thing.

"Amount"

Mu Xi looked at him with some puzzled eyebrows, wasn't he talking about the lyrics in the 'Ordinary Road' she sang just now?

Smiled, "It's pretty fast."

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This song 'Ordinary Road' is a song she likes very much, the lyrics in it are very well written, she thinks how ambitious she once was, lost despair, good and bad, all of them will be scattered, and life will return to ordinary after all.

The difference is that I used to be reckless and reckless, but now I have become able to watch the clouds after going through so many things.

Mu Xi took a deep breath of the cold air of the night, looked up at the cloudless night sky, and said meaningfully, "20 years later, 50 years later, 100 years later, my Yun Mu Xi is just a small part of the long river of history, and the extraordinary will eventually return to the ordinary."

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Phantom Xingchen was stunned for a moment, retracted his gaze and looked at Yun Muxi, she was beautiful and without makeup, and in a trance he saw the stunned and confused between her eyebrows.

chuckled in my heart, Xi'er, no matter what happens in the future, you are destined to be impossible to be ordinary in this life, but I will definitely protect you on this extraordinary road.

She looked at the night sky, and he looked at her, the drizzle falling silently, like a silver thread spit out by countless silkworm girls.

Thousands of filaments, rippling in mid-air, the misty light veil, shrouded the two figures by the lotus pond, but also covered the slender red shadow not far from the lotus pond.

His auspicious red wedding dress was already soaked, the autumn wind could no longer blow the wet green silk behind him, his face could not be seen clearly under the light mist and light rain, his expression, I don't know how long he had been standing here, it seemed to be longer than the arrival of the phantom star.