After a while, the man in white shook his head and chuckled: "I can't do it." ”

"Can you see her and decide again?" Fan Ping's voice was bitter, and he drank the wine with a flick of his long hair, "Except for you, there is no credible person in the world." ”

There seemed to be a struggle flashing in the phoenix's eyes, and finally spit out the two words with difficulty: "lead, road"

Bai Muyun wandered like a soul in an endless space, dark, cold, dead silence.

I don't know how long later, a crisp sound of "ding" suddenly echoed around, my heart trembled, and my body suddenly fell from a high altitude......

She opened her eyes and clenched the quilt tightly with both hands.

"Dreaming?" Fan Ping sat on the edge of the bed and asked softly.

"Hmm." She realized that it was just a dream. But the feeling of falling was so real that I couldn't get back to my senses for a while.

"No matter what you dream about, it's already dawn." He smiled.

Why does Uncle Fan look different today? Bai Muyun glanced at him secretly, and said secretly in his heart.

Seeing that she didn't answer, he got up and walked to the door, saying as he went, "I'll wait for you." Today our lunch was arranged on board. ”

As soon as he went out, she jumped out of bed as fast as she could, and the first thing she was eager to do was to look in the mirror. Grinning at this face that was already completely familiar, she was in such a good mood that the strange dream just now was thrown out of the clouds.

When she finished washing up and was about to put on her white clothes, she noticed that a new set of blue clothes was neatly stacked on the square bench where Fang Fan Ping had sit. She curiously opened it to take a look, but it was a set of expensive materials, secretly embroidered with water patterns, pulled over and compared in front of her and found that the size was just right.

Isn't it that Uncle Fan thinks that the white clothes are too plain?

She looked appreciatively at her skin in the mirror against the elegant blue, white more snowy, blue clearer. I don't know that this appearance is even more elegant and smart in Fan Ping's eyes, confident and intelligent.

When he joined him, Bai Muyun was surprised to find that he didn't wear that rotten jacket today, he didn't have a cyan stubble on his face, his long hair hung down, and a white robe opposite to himself looked even taller on him, and the blue belt echoed his clothes, no wonder he looked a little dashing. She opened her mouth and sighed, "Uncle Fan should have done this a long time ago. So yesterday I had already tasted the local food at Na Fu Lai Restaurant. After finishing speaking, he didn't forget to stomp his feet lightly and shake his head.

Fan Ping was silent, still smiling, grabbed her waist with his right hand and stuffed her directly into a carriage that had been waiting at the door of the inn, and went straight to a painting boat at the riverside ferry outside the city.

The clouds float in the air, the reflection of the chaotic peaks, and the blue waves ripple for ten miles. The wind is faint, the water is vast, and the light is clear.

Bai Muyun stood on the bow of the boat, with a thin back and fluttering clothes, as if he had melted into it.

The sound of the piano sounded, low and tactful, like a weeping willow, pouring out loneliness and loneliness.

She frowned slightly, and didn't look back, there were only two of them here besides the boatman, so it must be him who was stroking the piano now.

The sun is light, and the willow cotton is flying, but it can't dissipate this thick sorrow.

What are you thinking? What are you sighing for? What are you waiting for?

In this situation, the white waves rippled, and for the first time in her life, she moved a woman's mind.

At the end of the song, my thoughts were still inexplicably sentimental.

A "good" exclamation came from a distance, dragging her back from her trance.

She looked in the direction of the sound, but saw a man in green standing in a painting boat in the distance, holding a fan in his hand, very familiar.

"Childe praises." Fan Ping stood up and bowed his hand to the other party, "The second time we met, I was very close to my son."

"It turned out to be this benevolent brother, and it was really fateful." The man in green returned the salute with his fists and said boldly.

This action is a little different from the image of his handsome son yesterday. But I can fight for people I don't know, and I think I'm also a temperamental person. Thinking of this, Bai Muyun jumped off the bow of the boat lightly, came to Fan Ping's side, and saluted the other party: "Thank you Gongzi for what you did yesterday." ”

"Where, Childe's words are serious." His eyes flashed, and he continued in a humble tone: "Wen Yuan below. If you don't dislike it, I would like to invite the two of you to have a few drinks together. ”

Fan Ping smiled indifferently, looked at Bai Muyun next to him, and immediately replied loudly: "Then it's disrespectful." ”

"Remember that we are masters and apprentices," a voice as thin as a gossamer clearly reached Bai Muyun's ears, "What I don't let you do, don't do it, obedient?" ”

She didn't have time to think about what was going on, but she heard the solemnity and unquestionability in his tone, and nodded lightly without thinking.

After a while, Fang Wenyuan's boat came over. Fan Ping pulled Bai Muyun lightly over the side of the ship and landed in the larger boat. The feeling of flying under her feet shook her heart. Looking back on this way, every time I tried my best to catch up, I was a distance behind him and could not be overcome, and I never saw him sweat or fatigue. Uncle Fan, are you really a hermit as my father said? Then why can't you take me as a disciple?

Seeing that the three samurai were sitting and watching her yesterday, she hurriedly collected her thoughts. His eyes glanced around, and he also found two beautiful maids wearing emerald green Luo skirts standing not far behind Fang Wenyuan.

Although she had a good impression of Fang Wenyuan because of yesterday's incident, she intuitively told her that Fan Ping's words were the ones she should listen to the most. After standing still, she let go of her hand and followed closely behind him, like an obedient apprentice.

"In Xia Fanping, the rivers and lakes are scattered. This is the little apprentice Yun'er," he looked at the green-clothed young man in front of him, and said calmly, "Fang Gongzi is young and gentle, and his temperament is dusty, and he is really elegant to come to this Sanshui City to play." The word Yun'er fell on her heart, but it had a different taste.

Fang Wenyuan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "The first time I came to the south, I couldn't avoid nostalgia when I saw the picturesque scenery here, which made Brother Fan smile." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to give up his seat and let the two of them sit down.

Because of his status as an apprentice, Bai Muyun did not sit down. She stood beside Fan Ping obediently. But he just reacted, he and Fan Ping are brothers, isn't he already a generation shorter than him? Looking at Fan Ping's casual appearance again, he secretly glared at him in his heart, how could he see that he was about the same age as this Fang Gongzi.

"Look at the three guards of Gongzi are tall and mighty, I think they were recruited from the Northern Regions, right?" Fan Ping took the tea from the beautiful maid and asked with a smile.

"Brother Fan has good eyesight, and he is also from the Northern Regions." His innocent eyes drifted past Bai Muyun, who bowed his head and was silent, "Now I am traveling on the orders of my father." ”

"I have heard that boys in the Northern Regions need to go through three years of training before they can become adults. Sure enough"

"The beauty of Taiwu is really unimaginable." He changed the topic and continued, "I heard Brother Fan's piano skills just now, it's really amazing, I can admire and admire it when I hear it."

Bai Muyun lowered his head and said nothing, quietly observing Fan Ping today. He changed his usual informal style, and his gestures were full of elegance, and his slender fingers tapped the table from time to time. His facial features are still mediocre, and his face is still sallow, but he has added a graceful bearing.

The sound of the piano once again floated above the water. The white clothes are cloud-sleeved, and the hair moves with the sound. Fan Ping lowered his eyes, and his graceful ten fingers plucked the strings like a stream. He occasionally raised his head, his eyes drifting into the distance, and the silence between his brows made his breath tighter. Occasionally, there was a certain emotion in his eyes that flashed in his eyes, which was puzzling, but he wanted to find out. Unconsciously, Bai Muyun was already attracted by the sound of the piano and the figure, surrendered to the melodiousness, and indulged alone.

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