"Childe, now that you've come up, if there's nothing else, it's better to leave." Between words, Gongsun Ling casually looked at the square high platform under his feet, the length and width of the high platform are ten meters away, if it is intact, it must be magnificent.

"Thank you, girl." The lost man said quietly.

"You're welcome." Gongsun Ling didn't hear that the other party's tone was different from the gentleness before, and when she retracted her gaze, she found that the person in front of her was staring at her with a pair of blood-red eyes!

Unexpected! Gongsun Ling was so frightened that he took a few steps back. The man blinked, and suddenly opened his arms, and she thought that he was a ghost who wanted to disadvantage herself, but she knew that he walked past her and walked towards the center of the high platform.

After the man walked to the center of the high platform, he stopped, and then he turned around gracefully, looking at Gongsun Ling with a charming smile, still as gentle as ever, but his eyes were still shining blood-red.

Gongsun Ling didn't know what he meant, how did he get on the high platform, as if he had changed a person, he couldn't see the previous melancholy on his face, but added a little free and bold. Then, I saw the man close his eyes, take a step, every move, his gestures are slow and fast, and he actually dances elegantly!

The pair of ten-fingered hands that are extremely beautiful are as beautiful as countless petals flying and falling between the ten fingers. The clothes are fluttering, dancing with the wind, and every time the man takes a step up and down, the sound of the guqin in Gongsun Ling's ears will pop up a string rhythm.

The perfect combination of dance steps and piano sound, Gongsun Ling held an oil-paper umbrella, fascinated by it, and the sound of the piano lingering in her ears was the melody she heard in her dream last night.

She couldn't help but walk towards the center of the high platform, but in the blink of an eye, there was suddenly another person in the high platform, and that person and the lost man were also dressed in white robes, and they were also born with a very good-looking face, and the same ten slender fingers.

He is sitting in the center of the high platform, on a teak piano platform, and the guqin is arranged. It's exactly what it looks like on an oil-paper umbrella! And the appearance of the person who strokes the qin is exactly the same as that of the dancing man!

Gongsun Ling was stunned, paused, and she looked around. At this time, the broken and decayed guardrails around the high platform were turned into beautifully carved wooden beams.

At this time, in addition to the sound of the guqin, Gongsun Ling also vaguely heard laughter in his ears. In the blink of an eye, there were many faint shadows in front of her. Lots of blurred faces!

Suddenly, the oil-paper umbrella she held in her arms slowly pulled away from her arms as if it had wings. The oil-paper umbrella floats to the center of the high platform and stops, hangs above the dancing man and the piano man, stretches it out, and spins!

Gongsun Ling was confused, she couldn't tell the difference between reality and fiction, and looked at everything in front of her obsessively. The lost man danced around her, and the sound of the guqin was endless. Buckle into the heart and pluck the heartstrings.

"Gongsun Zero! What are you doing! ”

There was a sudden shout in her ear, Gongsun came back to her senses at dusk, she turned her head to see that there was only the figure of the dancing man in front of her, and she was taken to consciousness by that gentle smile.

"Little Zero! Don't go! Come back! ”

Gongsun Ling's body trembled, and she came back to her senses again, but before she could look at the place where the shouting sounded, she felt that her eyes were dark, and then she was stopped and picked up. Drag in one direction. She blinked hard, the sound of the piano in her ears was fading away, and the anxious shouts were becoming clearer.

"Brother Po Jue! How are you? Gongsun Ling finally saw the scene in front of him, except for Chu Poxi's panicked appearance of being wet and messy by the rain. On the high platform, where are there any men dancing and playing the piano, only the cold heavy rain.

"Little Zero, you've finally woken up!" Hearing the person in his arms call out his name, Chu Poxi finally breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn't made a timely move, Gongsun Ling would have been swallowed up by a cloud of scarlet things.

He was about to walk down the square platform with Gongsun Ling in his arms. But she suddenly broke free of his embrace, ran to the center of the high platform, picked up the oil-paper umbrella that kept turning in the rain, and hugged it like a treasure.

At this time, Qingfeng jumped up, and he was about to pull out the oil-paper umbrella that Gongsun Ling was holding tightly, but she hugged it and didn't let go. Qingfeng shouted a few times and asked her to throw away the umbrella, but she still refused to let go.

Ah Jiu, who followed Qingfeng, also came to the high platform, seeing that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, he really couldn't stand Qingfeng's verbosity, and he also learned from Qingfeng's previous practices as soon as he made a move, wanting to take Gongsun Ling away.

"You go away!" Qingfeng pushed Ah Jiu away, and then he pulled his long arm, and he carried Gongsun Ling on his back, and he didn't care about the oil-paper umbrella pressing down on his back for a while, he ran down the high platform quickly.

In the torrential rain, the four of them left this gloomy and cold Rouge Alley and went straight back to Yuefu. When the other people in the house saw the four people who came back in a hurry, they were not only soaked in clothes, but also looked frightened, and they didn't know why for a while, and they also became worried.

Qingfeng sent Gongsun Ling back to the room, still trying to pull out the oil-paper umbrella in her arms, but she still didn't want to let go. He had to pretend to comfort her, but he just took it and put it away and would not throw it away, and it took a lot of words before she was willing to let go.

However, when Qingfeng turned around and wanted to secretly take the umbrella out of the room, she asked Gongsun Ling to snatch it back, and the others present were helpless, so they had to open the oil-paper umbrella and put it in a conspicuous place in the room, so that she could settle down and not be irritable.

It's just that Gongsun Ling, who had just stabilized his emotions, suddenly went limp, fainted, and his whole body was hot. In a coma, she still shouted the oil-paper umbrella in her mind, so that Qingfeng, who wanted to take the opportunity to discard the oil-paper umbrella again, could only give up, afraid that she would wake up and not see the oil-paper umbrella, so she secretly ran out again.

Fortunately, the doctor invited by Aunt Mo, after some diagnosis and treatment, only said that Gongsun Ling was feverish from the cold of the rain, and there was no major problem, and he fried a few pairs of herbs and drank them on time, and he could be cured after a few days of rest.

Everyone was relieved, and after sending the doctor away, Chu Poyu asked what happened to Gongsun Ling on the high platform, she was just silent, and no matter what she asked again, she shook her head and said nothing. And the sadness between her eyebrows made Qingfeng feel uncomfortable in her heart.

Regarding the matter of Rouge Lane, Chu Poyu and the others did not inform the others in the Yuefu. For the sake of safety, worried that she would be deceived by evil again, Qingfeng and Ah Jiu took turns to be on duty in front of Gongsun Ling's door.

After returning from Rouge Lane, until late at night, Gongsun Ling did not eat anything else except for drinking the Chinese medicine brought by Mama Liu. She was lying on the bed, her head covered by the quilt revealing only a pair of eyes, and she kept staring at the oil-paper umbrella next to the dresser in a daze.

"Little Zero, haven't you slept yet? Are you feeling better? It was Mrs. Moon who spoke, and she sat on the edge of the bed, looking worriedly at the child who had not eaten, drank, or spoken for a day.

As soon as Gongsun Ling raised his eyes, he saw Mrs. Yue's kind and warm face, "Lin...... Mrs. Yue, why are you here? (To be continued.) )