"Xiao Feng, where are you helping, it's a completely bad idea!"

With a low voice, Zhao Zhenyuan secretly blamed Shang Chufeng, but he responded in a relaxed and whispered face.

"Third brother, look at your unpromising appearance!"

A sly smile flashed across his face, and Chu Feng left Zhao Zhenyuan, who was secretly competing, and turned to ask Gong Yihan on the raft next to him.

"Second brother, when my sister doesn't have the courage to come, why don't you use your flute sound to throw bricks and attract jade, so that she can find out how it feels?"

The attendants around him didn't know which courage they had, so they immediately untied the jade flute on their waists and handed it to Gong Yihan. The atmosphere fell into a low ebb because of this scene, but in the next moment, there was a new turn for the better because Gong Yihan took over the jade flute.

The slender fingers brushed the body of the flute, as if they were communicating silently, and it didn't take long for Gong Yihan's face to ripple with a bright smile.

"So I'll be ugly. Hours, I wish to hear a song together. ”

The vermilion lips covered the white flute body, the clear eyes met the full moon in the sky, Gong Yihan closed his eyes, and suddenly a leisurely flute sound sounded in this quiet world.

Ten fingers skillfully wander in the sound holes between the flute, the sound of the flute is sometimes like a cheerful stream, sometimes like a faint and low elk, sometimes like a lark rushing into the sky, sometimes like a whisper in the ears of a girl, the sound and color are undulating and staggered; The sound of the blowing lake breeze, the rustling of the reeds, and the gurgling sound of the flowing water are in one place with the sound of the elegant flute, just like a song of heaven.

And Gong Yihan, who was dressed in a moon-white robe among the green bamboo rafts, had the ink hair on his back dancing in the breeze like a flying practice. The bright moonlight reflected in his cold face, with an out-of-this-world fairy flavor.

Listen attentively, and there seems to be expectation in the gentle sound of the flute. I hope that there are people who understand it and make a song for it. Zhu Xishi, who was holding the green bamboo raft, was intoxicated by the touching sound of the flute, and gradually forgot the previous embarrassment.

After the sassy breeze, a beautiful song suddenly rose with the sound of the flute.

The bright moon asks about the return date,

The breeze is swaying acacia

It's hard to worry about me

Go back

Straight to the bitterness

Nourish sorrow and bear bitter fruits

A life is like a dream

The bubble is also broken

The past is intertwined into a song

Who can tell the sorrow of the heart?

Greedy as I am

Love and hate are hard to part

The rolling red dust is hard to retreat

Who can be with me and a song

Love is like a song, and it is difficult to hope for a match

Who can come together and come together

If you can't love, give up

I can't give up the torture

It's hard to find common ground

How can I help but sing a song that no one can join

If you can't love, give up

Why dream if you can't give up

Zhu Xishi's voice is not too outstanding, but the faint sadness in her lyrics and songs is appropriately highlighted with the help of the empty environment, as if it has become a heart-shaking sad song.

Maybe experienced. can sing from the heart to sing their hearts at this time.

If you can't love, you can't give up, and you can't give up all the torture.

The sound of the flute is not endless, and the joy is full of sorrow. It seems that Zhu Xishi's whim-struck song will become a perfect sound, and when he doesn't want Gong Yihan's lips to slow down, another thick and high-pitched voice is sung in all directions.

The bright moon asks about the return date,

The breeze is swaying acacia

It's hard to worry about me

Love once

Don't be afraid of hardship and joy

Just wait for your heart to be like my heart

A life is like a dream

The bubble is also broken

The past is intertwined into a song

Who can break the dreams in their hearts?

Greedy as I am

Love and hate are hard to part

The rolling red dust is hard to retreat

Who can be with me and a song

Love is like a song, and it is difficult to hope for a match

Who can come together and come together

If you can't love, you can't give it up

I can't give up my greed

It's hard to find common ground

How can I help but sing a song that no one can join

If you can't love, you can't give it up

I can't give up all in my heart

Under the bright moon. Above the still lake. The boats are full of compassion. Just wait for your heart to be like my heart, like the power of a thousand jun pressing on my heart; A promise may be a lifetime of waiting.

The sound of the flute subsided, and the atmosphere around was as dead as sinking into the depths of the sea, invisibly suffocating. Perhaps such a beautiful scenery can subvert people's hearts, and the tranquility is suddenly like a roaring beast rushing straight to the heart, Zhu Xishi lost his mind for a moment in Zhao Zhenyuan's song, and the back of his hand was swept by the reed leaves.

Eating hurts. The bamboo pole in his hand fell into the reeds, alarming another special group of "residents".

"Wow~~~ so many stars. Flying!! ”

Little green stars flew out of the reeds, casting a brilliant starlight in this dark environment. Completely shocked by the beautiful scenery in front of him, he kept stretching out his little hands to catch those flying little stars, and kept screaming in surprise in his mouth.

"This is a firefly, be careful Ah Heng!"

As soon as he took a step forward, he was firmly dragged back by Fu Lu behind him, and even the bamboo raft shook unsteadily.

"Brother, help me catch fireflies, I want a lot more!"

"Stand firm, but don't fall into the water. My brother caught it. ”

Stabilizing his excitement and relieving his worries, Fu Lu immediately picked up the small gauze net prepared in advance and caught it among the fireflies flying around. With the help of the small gauze, Fu Lu netted one by one, and in a few moments, the white gauze flickered like a small lantern.

Seeing that Fu Lu caught fireflies, she quickly unfolded the cloth bag sewn by Zhu Xi during the day, and carefully put the fireflies into it. With the tacit cooperation of the two children, the fluorescence in the cloth bag began to become grand, reflecting the joyful relief on their faces.

Children are immersed in their own playful world, not paying any attention to the state of mind of adults, and even if they are aware of it, it is something they do not understand. The complex emotional world of adults is a burden for children with simple hearts.

Zhu Xishi, who was in a trance, Gong Yihan, who had a cold face, and Zhao Zhenyuan, who had a calm expression, walked through Chu Feng's flowing eyes one by one; In the end, he just smiled faintly and shook his head helplessly.

The predicament of the three of them, no one can get out of it lightly.

The bamboo raft passed through the reeds, and Chu Feng calmly scooped up the bamboo pole that had been dropped in Zhu Xi's time; Stopped the little guy who was rowing the bamboo raft and fiddled with the direction of the bamboo raft himself. After a while, their bamboo raft rowed to Zhu Xishi's side, and Chu Feng politely handed the bamboo pole back to Zhu Xishi.

"Sister Xiao's song just now is really amazing, I don't know if this song is famous?"

Stupidly taking over the lost bamboo pole, Zhu Xi faced Chu Feng, who was smiling, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

It's just a whim song, how can she say the name of the song, and feel it.

"No songs."

At this time, Zhao Zhenyuan, who was sitting on the bamboo chair, inadvertently inadvertently indirectly asked Chu Feng. can't sing, like a stone thrown into the quiet lake, it caused a lot of shock in the hearts of the people in the audience.

Love can't be, songs can't be ended, and complaints can't be finished.

"Can't sing?!" After recalling it a few times in his heart, Chu Feng suddenly showed a look of satisfaction, "Wonderful, the third brother is wonderful!" When I turned around, I asked the girls of 'Miaoyin Pavilion' to compose it, and I think it will definitely be very popular. ”

"Forget it, Xiaofeng."

Just as Chu Feng wanted to sing this song, he didn't want Gong Yihan on the other party's bamboo raft to stop it, and his tone was decisive and resolute.

"If you fall into your heart, it will make this song become a beautiful sound in the mouth of the singer of the church, it is better to make it a swan song."

A swan song, singing all night, who can sing all the sorrow in their hearts? Lingering in the heart, never ending (to be continued......