Luo Zhaoyun holds the pen freely, writes it down in one go, the penmanship is vigorous, the strength is ready to fly, the handwriting has been honed for four years, plus a body of kung fu, the improvement of the heart, and the practice of the word is many times stronger than when he first arrived in the Great Sui. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that Xiao Yiyi pays more attention to the content and ignores the penmanship, because she is most interested in the connotation and artistic conception of the poem, rather than the surface form.

When Luo Zhaoyun finished writing and stopped writing, she picked up the large piece of rice paper, looked at the lotus poem that excited her, and read it silently, her eyes flashed with brilliance, and she surged into infinite reverie.

"The fragrance is far away and clear, the pavilion is pure and planted, and it can be viewed from a distance and cannot be blasphemed......"

Xiao Yiyi finished reading the poem, and then glanced at the lotus pond lotus, the scenes blended, and suddenly gave her a strong impact.

Her love for the lotus flower in her heart has been further enhanced, and she even really regards the lotus flower as her own incarnation, loving the house and the black.

After a while, Xiao Yiyi suddenly asked: "Does this poem have a name?" ”

"Yes, Ai Lian said!"

"Ai Lian said? Xiao Yiyi's delicate body trembled, and her heart beat unconsciously.

At the moment, I thought: He compared me to a clear lotus, but he nominated Ailian and said, is it ...... Does he want to show me any affection and affection?

At this moment, Xiao Yiyi's heart beat a little faster, and a layer of blush welled up on her cheeks, somewhat ashamed, like a girl who has been confessed.

In fact, Xiao Yiyi can't talk about feelings for Luo Zhaoyun, after all, the relationship is too short, but I was moved by his talent, as well as novel thinking and unique rhetoric.

But when he stood in front of him, because he was a few years younger than himself and had not yet weakened the crown, Xiao Yiyi felt much calmer, not so hot and happy, but there was a feeling of knowing each other.

"I like this poem very much, so give it to Yiyi!" Xiao Yiyi said with some coquettishness.

"Yes, write it out, and I don't plan to take it away." Luo Zhaoyun said with a smile.

Xiao Yiyi carefully took the rice paper full of poems, and said with a smile: "For the reward, please follow me into the attic, and Yiyi will play the piano and sing for Luo Gong until the son is tired of listening." ”

"Haha, I'm afraid I won't get tired of singing for a few days and nights!"

"Is Childe really willing to sing for so long? For a few days and nights, it's strange not to be tired to death. Xiao Yiyi said angrily.

"It's just an analogy, being able to enjoy it alone, even a song, is the enjoyment of my generation of men."

The two of them talked and laughed politely, left the backyard of the small bridge and flowing water, and came to an elegant attic in the main courtyard.

The trail is red and thin, the green shade is lush, the green leaves are Tibetan warblers, the bead curtain is separated by swallows, and the incense of the furnace is quietly turning around the gossamer.

Xiao Yiyi led Luo Zhaoyun to the second floor and sat down on the open soft couch outside the Xuan, between the two, there was a case in each.

There is a phoenix tail on a table, and a tea set is placed on a table.

After the maid Xiuying went upstairs and made hot water in the teapot, she quit and guarded outside, not letting outsiders disturb her, leaving the space for herself to be a pair of talented and beautiful women.

Xiao Yi sat down with Nana, her posture was elegant, dignified and faintly coquettish, with a handful of hair hanging down at will, and a unique laissez-faire charm.

Now that Luo Zhaoyun's relationship with her has taken a step further, they have all entered her boudoir, and there is no need to be too restricted, seeing Xiao Yiyi sitting down, with a thin waist and snow skin, and a fine fit, I can't help but take a few more looks, it is really a charming posture, and the crown is Jinghua!

"I'll play the intro first, which is the introduction, and then the main part, and I'll sing the lyrics this time."

Luo Zhaoyun nodded when he heard this, and became focused, ready to listen carefully.

Ding Ding Dong Dong –

With Xiao Yiyi's playing, the piano music came out melodiously, high-pitched and beautiful, and gradually deepened the artistic conception, and the tune became free and easy, making people seem to have the illusion of wanting to fly.

"The years are hard to look back at the silence, the autumn wind is tired of wandering, the sunset does not go away, the oblique light is in the sky, nostalgic for my ......"

Xiao Yiyi's voice is like a yellow bird, which is very crisp and pleasant, and at this time, she sings half-ancient rhyme and half-vernacular lyrics, mixed with a kind of life years, the melancholy sigh of life, which seems more profound and meaningful.

Not much, what Luo Zhaoyun didn't expect was that the other party changed the lyrics a lot, more archaic, and the tune was also based on what he sang that day, and elongated the sound and charm of the piano, singing Xiao Yiyi's unique vocal cavity and charm.

This sigh has really become Xiao Yiyi's sigh.

After singing a song, I sang it again, plus the introduction and ending songs before and after, and the time was almost a moment, which met the needs of length.

"How does it feel?"

Luo Zhaoyun was a little intoxicated, and replied: "It's wonderful, really, the changes are not small, and they are even more beautiful." ”

"Hehe, it's good that you're satisfied with this original, I'm worried that you'll blame me for making the adaptation too big." Xiao Yiyi spit out her fragrant tongue and laughed.

"No, you are an expert, a master of piano music, much better than my amateur." Luo Zhaoyun said humbly.

Xiao Yiyi's eyes were like water, staring at Luo Zhaoyun, thinking that this young man was really unusual, without the sour frame of a scholar, gestures, gentle and elegant, with a bit of masculinity, talking appropriately, sitting with him, unprecedented comfort and relaxation.

Unconsciously, she really liked the taste and the feeling of getting along.

Xiao Yiyi smiled and said: "By the way, the dance part is already being choreographed, and there are dozens of singers in the house, all of whom are rehearsing intensively, but I haven't mentioned the lyrics to anyone yet, so as not to leak them, which will reduce the shock of the scene." ”

Luo Zhaoyun said: "I'm not good at choreographing, how to do it, it's all up to you to make your mind." ”

"That's natural." Xiao Yiyi smiled.

Luo Zhaoyun said: "The business is over for the time being, can you listen to Miss Xiao's stunt piano music?" ”。

"Don't dare to violate your wishes!"

Xiao Yiyi nodded with a smile, and then played a few cappella songs for Luo Zhaoyun, all of which were her best lyrics in the past, her concentration, her tenderness, her smile, and her piano skills and singing skills were all infecting Luo Zhaoyun.

Suddenly, he forgot all the personnel and his identity, and this small building became a country of its own, an independent and closed world, and the world outside the attic seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Closing his eyes, Luo Zhaoyun listened carefully, and his heart began to surge with continuous pity and love, and in the end, he was in a peaceful mood, no joy and no worries, and he was intoxicated.

At this time, the slanting sun outside the window had slowly fallen, and the last ray of glow, through the window lattice, sprinkled on the bodies of the man and woman, dyed with a golden glow, like a pair of fairy couples.