Hua Wei thought about something, but Ruozi didn't hear it, and continued: "I, there is another song, and listen to it......

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People in heaven, look down, things are fragrant.

It's just that the ground is full of flowers and a sweet dream.

Which cutie are you looking at the window, and at that time, I happened to be next to you.

Fingertip smoke, burned out, like wind.

The hourglass window, you don't pity it, yesterday's flowers, already, withered. ”

Hanawei turned around and looked at Wakako fixedly.

"You ......."

Wakako smiled alone, but did not argue.

"Father, it's your turn!"

Hua Wei couldn't ask any more, turned into a poem, and blurted out.

"Broken flowers, flower dances, fly out of the wall.

The breeze, the wind slanted, through the window.

The sunset, the glow, the frost.

Withered shadows, shadows, wild fluttering. ”

Wakako laughed.

"Father, please allow your daughter to make another song, why not?"

Hana smiled widely, bowed her head, and looked at Ruoko with a smile.

"Startled birds, flowering grass.

The red sleeves danced, and the green clothes spread.

The silhouette is swept by, and the wind is tasteless.

The flowers are lacking, the flowers are fragrant, and the heart is stolen. ”

"It's a different style!"

Hana looked at Wakako as if admiring.

The lovely man next to him was jealous and pounced angrily.

"Father, why don't you praise me?"

Hua Wei laughed and pretended to be angry and said, "Condensation, who told you not to read more on weekdays?" Just know how to play. ”

Condensation was embarrassed, smiled, and hid behind Wakako.

"Sister, look at my father, he always bullies me, hum!"

"No, no, my sister will accompany you to read in the future, how about it?"

Wakako looked at her and was amused by her innocence.

"Good! All right! ”

The crowd couldn't stop laughing.

You'er came over, saluted Ruozi, and said, "Master, I've thought about it, you and the master listen to it, how about it?"

"Oh?"

Hua Wei looked at Yu'er with interest.

You might as well talk about it.

"Yes!"

Yu'er saluted.

"Pull the curtains, condense the eyebrows, and work in the grass for three autumns.

Say goodbye, look at the red face, you miss the four seasons. ”

Wakako laughed.

"You'er, it's not bad!"

Yu'er saluted, thanked her, and turned around again, continuing to think about her thoughts.

"When I wake up from a sweet dream, there are many spring and autumn.

If the flower is good, I am afraid that it will be easy to thank. ”

Ruozi picked up her father's poem and read it softly.

"I haven't met again after a long absence, and the tea is cold.

No one picked up the fallen leaves, and the ground was full of wounds. ”

The two of them, each silent, said no more, sat on one side, each with something on their minds.

In the distance, a voice came, and an attendant approached and knelt down on one knee.

"Master Qiqi, Miss, Master Xiu and Girl Niu'er are back!"

Ruozi answered, stood up, and looked into the distance.

Niu'er is in front, Xiu Lingzi is behind, and she can't see Xiu Lingzi's expression clearly.

Niu'er walked over, Ruozi greeted her, Niu'er handed her a fiery red transparent bottle, and smiled.

"I heard that you are chanting poetry, so let's join in the fun, how about it?"

"Oh, I can't ask for it!"

Ruozi looked at the weak person behind Niu'er.

"Well, I'm smiling!"

Niu'er turned around, helped Lingzi sit down, and turned back to Ruozi.

"The sky is gone, and the lonely goose is left without a trace.

The creek is rafted, and the falling flowers flow with the water.

There are tears in my arms, and life is awkward.

The frost is worry-free, and the cold looks at the water girl. ”

Wakako laughed and asked, "Why is it a cow and not a cow?"

Niu'er laughed too.

"It's me, this girl is not another cow."

Wakako walked over.

"Xiu Lingzi, how about you also compose a poem?"

Xiu Lingzi stood up and saluted Hua Wei and Ruozi.

"The view from the broken bridge across the shore, the wind opposite the window.

Scattered Yanjing snow, delicate and shy. ”

Hua Wei, not far behind him, frowned.

"Are they your new friends?"

Niu'er looked at a strange man and a woman behind her.

"He's my father, and that's my father's adopted daughter."

"Oh!"

Niu'er got up and saluted, Hua Wei just smiled, unmoved, and the condensation pounced. With just one glance, he hid behind Ruozi, looked at Niu'er timidly, looked at Xiu Lingzi again, and stood beside Xiu Lingzi.

"She's ......"

Niu'er frowned.

"Some recognize life, and it will be fine in a few days!"

Niu'er looked at her standing beside Xiu Lingzi and whispered something to Xiu Lingzi, Xiu Lingzi smiled softly at her, Niu'er locked her eyebrows a little angrily and clenched her fists.

"How can you be without me when you are singing poetry here?"

A voice came from the air, far and near.

"Brother Hua, long time no see, is it okay?"

Offering fell from the sky, the same silver-white hair danced in the wind, and the bamboo flute was held in his hand.

"Alright, alright! Is there any progress in the cultivation of the elder brother? Congratulations! ”

"Where, where!"

The two beautiful men were very unpleasantly polite, Ruozi walked over, approached Fengshang, and asked affectionately, "Uncle Fengshang, why are you here?"

Feng bowed his head and said something to Ruozi, Hua Wei couldn't hear clearly, he looked at Hua Wei with an unpredictable eye as he spoke, and Hua Wei couldn't help but clench the folding fan in his hand.

"Brother Hua, let me sing a song, how about it?"

Bong approached and asked politely.

"Please!"

Hua Wei made a gesture of invitation, full of displeasure, but it was not shown on the face, but it could be felt when it was offered.

"Charming wind and snow, regret frost tears.

Lonely red dust, drunk with a slight sky and water.

Silent silhouette, looking back at the long path.

Dripping with flying flowers, diagonally along the stream.

See the smile, the flower is the brother! ”

Offering a pair of flowers as a salute, he turned around, walked to Xiu Lingzi's side, and put his hand on the shoulder of Xiu Lingzi, who was closing his eyes and recuperating, Xiu Lingzi opened his eyes and looked at everything that was lively.

He was about to salute his master when he pressed his shoulders so that he could not move. Offering a message to him, Xiu Lingzi listened, and his face changed significantly.

Ruozi walked over, but Hua Wei pulled her and didn't let her get close to the master and apprentice of Xiulingzi. Ruozi glanced back, but had to stop and give up.

"Dream within dream, drunk.

Dusty, wake up.

Flowers in flowers, glamorous.

Foggy, foggy. ”

After chanting this, he got up and flew away.

"Brother Hua, goodbye, Ruozi, take care!"

The sound flows in the air, and the melodious flute spreads in the wind, and the flowers dance in the wind.

A few days later.

Niu'er gently helped Xiu Lingzi to lie down, and Ruozi pushed the door open. Niu'er turned around, pulled the curtain for Xiu Lingzi again, approached Ruozi, made a silent movement, and tiptoed Ruozi to the door to talk.

Closing the door, Ruozi asked anxiously, "Xiulingzi, how is it?"

Niu'er shook her head, glanced in at Xiu Lingzi through the crack in the door, and then turned back with confidence.

"Somehow, he's been very lethargic since he woke up. I only wake up for a few hours a day, and I have a small appetite, so I'm worried, Ruoko, you ......"

Niu'er helplessly took Ruozi's hand and looked at Ruozi with expectant eyes.

Ruozi put her hand in Niu'er's hand and said with a smile: "It's okay, after a while, it will probably be fine!" I still have some things, you, take good care of him, huh? ”

Ruozi turned her face, Niu'er looked at her back, the fiery red skirt fluttering, Niu'er had an indescribable emotion for Ruozi, but he always believed what she said, and he believed it. She believed that as long as he took good care of Xiu Lingzi and prayed sincerely to the heavens, he would definitely wake up.

She cheered herself on, and when the fiery red dress disappeared from her sight, she turned her head, opened the door, and entered.

Ruozi pushed open the door, glanced at her father, who was practicing calligraphy in the room, turned around again, and gently closed the door. (To be continued.) )