On the day of the Spring Festival Gala, Wang Zixuan began to perform.

Like the last Spring Festival Gala, this time, Wang Zixuan also started the inscription, but this time the object of the ink study was changed to Tang Yan, since the events of that day, the two seem to have more understanding, but they seem to have isolated some of each other's feelings, and they have chosen to forget the events of that day.

This kind of thing is very common, everyone walks together because of each other's needs, but when the moment of coincidence, remembering their respective careers, they want to separate from each other, and choose to forget this memory, as a dream.

Tang Yan's face did not have any abnormal ink, although today is Wang Zixuan's stage, but it is also her stage, from today she will go on the big stage of entertainment, show her style, life has just begun.

Tang Yan is very smart, now Wang Zixuan has more than her and less her, instead of being entangled in this kind of quagmire, it is better to take a step back and expand the sky and make every effort to develop her career, when boys fantasize about girls, why don't girls fantasize about boys, characters like Wang Zixuan can have a hazy memory with her, and it is also a good memory, too tangled is not a good thing.

Wang Zixuan dipped his pen in ink and wrote the words "blue and white porcelain" on the rice paper.

Tang Yan took out these three words and presented them in front of everyone, and the elegant and bony willow characters immediately made everyone admire.

"Good ......"

"Good Word ......"

"Bang Bang ......"

The entire audience applauded.

Then the soft music of the backstage like a drum and a piano slowly fluttered, and everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of lightness when they heard it. The whole person's spirit was shocked. A light new smell wafted up. The music that slowly cleanses the air.

Wang Zixuan picked up the microphone and sang softly:

The plain embryo outlines the blue and white strokes, which are thick and light

The peony depicted on the bottle is just like your first makeup

Ran Ran Sandalwood through the window I know what's going on

The pen on the rice paper is now halfway aside

The glaze rendering lady picture charm is privately hidden

And your smile is like a bud waiting to be released

A wisp of your beauty floats away

Go where I can't go

……

The lyrics containing an incomparably profound artistic conception word by word let everyone's minds open, and the picturesque scene was displayed in front of everyone. It was like pouring, and then that wisp of fragrance left me.

Compared with thousands of miles away, the lyricism of this blue and white porcelain has reached a limit, the poetic words make everyone can't help but be attracted to it, maybe some people you understand the flavor of the ancient season, but the singing and singing will make you can't help but have a kind of sorrow, beautiful and charming time, the flies are not there, the Yiren behind the screen is no longer there......

Listening to this song is nothing else. It's a kind of enjoyment, indulging in the thousands of sorrows. can't ease our relationship, when will the intermittent relationship be able to hold it in our hands again?

Singing this kind of sad song, the only person Wang Zixuan can think of is Mu Piaopiao, in the previous life, maybe just like this song, after the beautiful encounter, the short wonderful time is gone, and the Nayi people have long been gone, do you stay on the side?

Azure is waiting for the smoke and rain, and I'm waiting for you

Cooking smoke rises thousands of miles across the river

At the bottom of the bottle, the book is engraved to imitate the elegance of the previous dynasty

Just when I was foreshadowing to meet you

Azure is waiting for the smoke and rain, and I'm waiting for you

The moonlight was salvaged and fainted

Such as the hand-me-down blue and white porcelain is beautiful

You've got a smile in your eyes

……

The song entered the climax stage of the relationship, Wang Zixuan sang even more affectionately, holding his hands on the microphone, singing with all his strength, the beauty of the moment suddenly made him even more sad, but the Yiren who haunted his life in his previous life never appeared.

Maybe it's a dream or a hope, but the light new like yesterday made him sigh, he and Mu Piaopiao met in a café, as a poor boy, Wang Zixuan naturally didn't have much money, and he squeezed down the money day by day, only ate two meals a day, and worked as a temporary worker, finally had some small money, with these small money, he and Mu Piaopiao made an appointment together, and spent a romantic time that belonged to them.

That little bit of time, her smile, her shyness, her plain makeup, her gaze, everything she had was engraved in Wang Zixuan's heart, and he found that he was deeply immersed in the ocean of love, unable to break free, unable to break free......

Maybe romance is always instantaneous, Mu Piaopiao's sudden disappearance made Wang Zixuan's life fall into a trough, he frantically used various means of communication to contact Mu Piaopiao without seeing anyone, and finally he was so angry that he threw away the mobile phone or something, but after a while, he went to pick up those forgets that belonged to him and her, the more sorrowful, the more he couldn't give up, his heart hurt very much, and more worried, how happened to her?

……

After singing full of emotion, Wang Zixuan left the stage and left the Spring Festival Gala, but came to Mu Piaopiao's house, Wang Zixuan gave a villa in the capital to Mu Piaopiao and her parents, not far from his home, so they can meet at any time.

A song "Blue and White Porcelain" made Wang Zixuan's faintly flare-up feelings flutter again, he felt that he wanted to tell Mu Piaopiao that he loved her, and loved her very much, although this sentence has been said many times, but this sentence can never be finished.

When he came to Mu Piaopiao's house, Wang Zixuan first kowtowed to his father-in-law and mother-in-law.

"Alas, you child, all come to the house, why are you still so polite, quick, go into the house, it's cold outside, it's snowing again, hehe, let's have a meal here for a while, I'll cook dumplings for you......" Piaopiao's mother helped Wang Zixuan up very enthusiastically, the more she looked at this son-in-law, the more pleasing to the eye, there was no shortage of handsome talent, and after he handed over the jewelry store to himself to take care of this year, he seemed to have stepped into the circle of aristocrats for a moment.

"No need, aunt, I'll talk to Piaopiao, and then I'm going home, after all, my family is also going to have a reunion, tomorrow, I'll come here tomorrow......" Wang Zixuan hurriedly waved his hand and said.

"Alas, look at you child, don't be polite to us, I can't live tonight, I must eat, I will cook dumplings, Piao Piao is watching TV in the house, and just said that your performance in the Spring Festival Gala is so handsome......" Piaopiao's mother said, and directly boiled the dumplings.

Wang Zixuan nodded helplessly, so he had to agree to eat here and came to the living room. (To be continued......)