Since he told a few stories to a few children one night out of boredom, Chen Xu fell into the vast sea of the people, and came over on time to listen to the stories every day after dinner.

I hope that the tragic ending of the White Lady will create an indelible memory in the hearts of all the villagers, and they will not come to listen to the story in the future, or...... In the future, I will tell a few more tragic stories, the kind of tragic ending, it is estimated that I will come a few more times, and the whole village will have that kind of miserable atmosphere all day long, and I dare not listen to the story.

Well, that's it, it's decided, next time tell a ghost story!

"Engong, I have been to Hangzhou County once, there is indeed a small mountain named Leifeng on the shore of Qiantang Lake, but I have never seen a pagoda, and I have never heard the locals talk about it!" Yu Wuya sat on a wooden stake in a daze, looking at Chen Xu as if muttering to himself.

"Ah~! Is there really Leifeng Mountain? Not only Chen Jiang and Xing'er were shocked, but even Shui Qing's sad beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and they couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

"I've already said it, it's true when it's true, it's just a mythical story, why take it seriously, not to mention that I haven't been to Hangzhou, how can I know, it's getting late, go to bed early, you will also set off early tomorrow, otherwise the pavilion chief will come to see it, I'm afraid it will cause some trouble!" Chen Xu said with a fan.

"Chen Xu, I'm afraid this is not the final end of the story, right?" After being silent for a long time, Shui Soft, who had never heard a sound in the story, suddenly said.

"Why?" Chen Xu shook his head, looked up at the stars and moon in the sky and said: "People have joys and sorrows, the moon has clouds and sunny days, this matter is difficult to complete, and no story may have a perfect ending, so don't force it, if you force it to be perfect, in the end, you will find out that you are just deceiving yourself, so don't be sad, I'll sing a song to everyone!" ”

Chen Xu also found that the atmosphere was too sad at this time, which would affect the quality of sleep, and at the same time, he also despised the people of this era in his heart, and his mental ability to bear it was too poor, Bai Suzhen was just pressed down, and he didn't die!

"Brother, stop singing, Xing'er doesn't want to hear it!" Xing'er was still lying in Chen Jiang's arms, sobbing from time to time.

However, Yu Wuya and Niu Dashi were excited, urging them to sing quickly.

"Ahem~ This song is about the plot of Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian's first encounter in West Lake, called Duqing, also known as the beautiful scenery of West Lake, which is very good, but there is a bamboo flute prelude before singing!" Chen Xu cleared his throat, then took out a bamboo flute from behind his waist, put it under his lips and gently tried the sound, and then slowly blew it.

With the sound of a light and pleasant bamboo flute, a melody that was very familiar to later generations flew into the starry sky in the night, rippling in the quiet mountain village, causing many villagers who had already come to the door to listen involuntarily.

The bamboo flute was made out of boredom a few days ago, and it has never been played properly.

And the opening position is not particularly accurate, resulting in the tune is not very accurate, and Chen Xu also practiced for a few days when he was in college, and he can only play a few simple songs.

I once remembered that there was a buddy in the dormitory who liked to play erhu, and the two were ready to play a song of laughter and pride in the rivers and lakes together in the mountains and rivers, but that buddy was very miserable, and after a few days, he was almost beaten to death by the whole dormitory and the neighbors, so this good story of the rivers and lakes was not completed, and even Chen Xu transferred his interest in playing the flute to playing games.

But for the people of this era, such a light and pleasant flute sound, coupled with a beautiful tune, conquered several people at once, and even Xing'er, who was so sad that she didn't want to listen to the song, sat up and listened to it with her little ears up.

At the end of the flute prelude, Chen Xu took a deep breath and sang the song that once resounded in the streets and alleys.

Singing together, all the sounds are silent.

It seems to see the March Jiangnan that is thousands of years apart and thousands of miles apart, the spring rain is like wine and willows, and in the smoke and rain of the West Lake with the breeze blowing the willows, a canopy boat squeaks and shakes.

At the bow of the boat stood two pretty women and a scholar holding an umbrella, facing the wind and rain, pouring out a song of love that had been waiting for a thousand years.

……

"Senior sister, let's go!"

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Yu Wuya bundled the tea leaves and noodles, and put away a few scallion pancakes wrapped by Chen Jiang's and turned over the horse.

"Chen Xu, the ending of the story is not like that, right?" Shui gently pulled the reins and was reluctant to get on the horse, and a pair of big watery eyes looked directly at Chen Xu.

"Uh, Water Girl, don't care about the ending, you should think more about the unswerving loyal love between them, shemales have different paths, no matter how this story develops, the ending is predestined!" Chen Xu was a little helpless.

The night has passed, this girl has not yet broken free from the storyline, and her complexion is very bad today, and a pair of dark circles are particularly obvious.

"Senior sister, Engong is right, don't be too entangled, it's just a mythical story, let's go, I won't be able to return to Wancheng today!" Yu Wuya was also very helpless, riding in circles on his horse.

"It's too abrupt to come this time, take care, farewell!" Shui sighed softly, stepped on the saddle, turned over and sat on the back of the horse very lightly, and looked at Chen Xu condescendingly, but there was no indifference in his eyes when he first met, "I don't know when I will have the opportunity to come again, so I want to ask for something gently!" ”

"That's it!" Chen Xu pulled out a verdant bamboo flute from behind his back.

Last night, until he went to bed, Chen Xu always found that this girl's eyes were staring at this bamboo flute from time to time.

Shui was soft and pretty, her face was red and she nodded slightly, Chen Xu handed the flute over happily, "When you blow, remember that the second hole must be attached to the flute membrane, and the flute membrane is in the annual green bamboo, and you can see it when you split it!" ”

"Thank you! Take care, everyone! Shui gently took the bamboo flute and pulled the reins of the horse, and then rushed out first with his legs between the horse's belly, and the sound of hooves sounded, and the delicate figure quickly disappeared into the tree-lined path.

"Engong, sister-in-law, little sister take care, Wuya will often take time to come back to visit you, farewell!" After Yu Wuya gave up, he also hurriedly rode his horse to chase after him.

"The West Lake is dry, Leifeng Pagoda is down, don't forget, Bai Suzhen gave birth to a son in Jinshan Temple, named Xu Shilin......"

Chen Xu shouted in the direction the two left.

And the water that had gradually drifted away on the horse trembled slightly, the red circles under her eyes couldn't help but tears flowed down, and an extremely surprised smile appeared on her beautiful cheeks.

Finally gone!

Chen Xu breathed a long sigh of relief, turned around and started working.

Yesterday, Uncle Ma said that the pavilion chief will come to collect the summer grain tax today, and he must hurry up and get ready.