The glazed street is still the attic of yesterday.

Today, Xin Xi noticed the signboard of this attic, on the third floor of the attic, there was a flag fluttering in the wind, and the flag reads - Mo Wenlou.

Yesterday I said that I would bring soap.

Uh, say yes......

This is really a time of love and hate, everyone relieves their promises, but because of this, the words that I promised to give to the painting yesterday are inevitable......

sighed a long way, anyway, poetry is only used to open the way, and the uncle doesn't rely on poetry to eat! Send a song, send a song!

Xin Xi slowly walked towards Mo Wenlou, and was greeted by the Qing'er girl from last night.

Seeing that it was the little official from last night, the Qing'er girl laughed unscrupulously: "Yo, little official, I didn't do anything good yesterday, and today I came again with a thief's heart?!" Liu Lang didn't come today, no one bothered us! ”

"Yo, and you've got a guard?" The Qing'er girl looked at the grim thirty-six and laughed, but the white arm grabbed straight towards the crotch of thirty-six.

Thirty-six dodged sideways, frowned slightly, and said coldly: "If you dare to be rude, I will kill you!" ”

The Qing'er girl pretended to be afraid and shrunk her neck, but she continued to laugh unscrupulously: "Come on, come on, use your big stick to kill slaves!" The slave is waiting for you to kill in the boudoir! ”

Knowing smiles appeared on the faces of the passers-by and girls around them.

Thirty-six looked embarrassed......

Xin Xi smiled faintly: "Originally, I thought about it today, Miss Qing'er is the first Qinglou woman I Xin Shiyi know, should I send a poem, but now it seems that only the girl who paints is worthy of Xin to fill in the lyrics!" ”

Qing'er paused slightly, her face was full of surprise, as soon as she got up today, she heard many sisters talking about Xiyuan Xin Shiyi, talking about the song 'Things are people, everything is rest, and tears flow first', but she never expected that this little official was that Xin Shiyi!

"You're Xin Shiyi?!" Qing'er's face was full of disbelief.

Xin Xi walked forward and said in a loud voice: "It's like a fake!" ”

Walking and walking, Xin Xi turned his head and glanced at the Qing'er girl's face full of remorse, and couldn't help but be happy, let you keep teasing Lao Tzu!!

Walking into the attic, there were several girls calling from upstairs full of anticipation: "Eleven Lang, but you brought soap?!" ”

Hearing this, Xin Zhen was overjoyed in his heart, these girls are really good at being people!

In such a large audience, the girls said the unfamiliar word 'soap' in an extremely expectant tone, and you can imagine how curious the 'benefactors' in this attic will be!!

"Exactly, but only ten bars of soap!"

"Eleven Lang come up quickly, slave waiting, waiting for you in Sister Hua'er's boudoir!" Several girls screamed excitedly.

Boudoir...... Wait for me?

Xin Xi thought about it for a while, and unconsciously ...... Stone changed.

The people playing downstairs were all slightly stunned, looking at Xin Zhen with curious eyes.

Under these inexplicable gazes, Xin Xi walked up slowly.

Walking into yesterday's room, Xin Zhen smiled and saluted the girls, and then sat down on the couch with a big grin, but Thirty-six was gone, thinking that it was hidden around.

After a pleasantry, several girls paid and noisily finished distributing the soap, but they both looked at Xin Xi directly.

When Xin Xi was uncomfortable, the painting got up and bowed, and said: "Eleven Lang, the slave also knows that poetry is not easy to come by, but Eleven Lang's good words, the slave really wants to see it as soon as possible, I don't know if Eleven Lang has a good work?" ”

Xin Xi smiled slightly, didn't speak, but picked up the wine jug in front of the table, took a sip slowly, and then said lightly: "There is just a song of Huanxi Sha, but the artistic conception doesn't seem to be appropriate......"

"Eleven Lang is out there!"

The girls chattered and urged.

"Sisters, be quiet, don't disturb Eleven Lang's literary thoughts."

As the painting's words fell, the room fell silent.

Xin Xi smiled slightly, and said directly: "Who reads the west wind and is cool alone, Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window, and ponders the past and establishes the remnant sun." ”

The girls suddenly quieted down, and followed the words read out by Xin Zhen to imagine the picture in the words - a girl stood alone by the window, watching Xiao Xiao's yellow leaves fall, recalling the past that could no longer be touched, gloomy and full of sorrow......

"I was surprised by the wine and slept heavily, and the gambling books were so fragrant that I was pouring tea, which was just ordinary at that time."

At that time, it was just ordinary?!

An inexplicable thought was hooked, and the girls looked at Xin Zhen with shocked faces.

After a long time, the painting laughed: "Eleven Lang is really a genius, he can not only make such a popular masterpiece, but also make such a rare and convenient thing as soap......"

"Oh, Sister Hua'er is Sichun, why don't you let Shiyi Lang redeem you as a lady?" The girls next to her quickly laughed.

The painting smiled lightly, and her bright eyes flashed with a different look: "It's not that you can't ......"

Xin Xi was speechless for a while, waved his hand again and again, and immediately realized that his blatant refusal hurt the heart of the painting girl......

"Painted girl, that, I ......"

The painting snorted and laughed: "Look at Eleven Lang is so anxious...... Although the slave family said that it was okay, they didn't stalk Eleven Lang......"

Xin Zhen was helpless, so he had to stand in place and laugh dryly.

After some inexplicable chatting, Xin Xi found that he really couldn't resist this group of dirty women, so he wanted to find a reason to flash people immediately.

"That, sisters, the kid has an appointment with someone today, I'm afraid I have to leave."

Hua'er raised her head and looked at Xin Xi quietly with bright eyes, but the other girl laughed coquettishly: "Eleven Lang's excuse is too clumsy." I can't just let you go. ”

"Yes, yes, the slave family still wants to spend the Spring Festival with Eleven Lang, the slave family is in charge, you can ...... for free"

Gratis...... Sounds so tempting......

Xin Zhen was speechless: "The kid is really something." ”

"It's better to do this, Eleven Lang will leave one more work, and he can leave early." A girl proposed.

Another girl also coaxed: "Yes, if Shiyi Lang wants to go, there are only two ways, one is to leave another work, and the other is to spend the Spring Festival with any of us!" ”

That is, this group of girls saw that Xin Xi was a junior brother, so they laughed so unscrupulously.

Xin Zhen frowned, he didn't want his first woman to come out to sell...... gritted his teeth, it's a big deal to throw another word out......

Wait, suddenly, a strange thought flashed through Xin Zhen's mind.

Tang poems, Song songs, Yuan songs, these things that seemed extremely lofty to later generations, in the era when they appeared, were actually sung like songs.

In that case, can you take out some of the songs of the future generations in advance?!

When exactly the song appeared, it seems that it is impossible to verify, the only thing Xin Xi knows is that there is no such thing as a song at this time, and music is still collectively called music!

Perhaps, if you get the song out in advance, you can still become a song ancestor in the future? Even, can the song be pulled to the literary level of poetry?!

Thinking of it, Xin Xi suddenly said: "Sisters, the kid has created something similar to the word, but there are some differences......

"What is it?" The girls' eyes lit up.

Seeing the burning eyes of the girls, Xin Xi knew that there was no need to explain more.

He said directly: "I call it the lyrics, and the singing is no worse than the lyrics, or even better!" ”

"Really?!"

"Xiu'er, do you suspect Eleven Lang?"

"That's it, the things that Eleven Lang made out must be the best!"

"Eleven Lang, quickly take out the lyrics and open my eyes?!"

Xin Xi smiled faintly: "This lyric is sung with a unique rhythm tune, so I'll sing one for you first." ”

When the words fell, Xin Zhen slowly took a deep breath and slowly spoke:

I will remember it for the rest of my life

Come like flying flowers and scatter like smoke

The first few chapters of the dream of the clouds

The wind and sand rolled to the horizon

I don't know the time limit when I'm drunk

At that time, the moon danced continuously

And I saw the flowers on the sea like snow

Several rounds of spring burials withered

Qingfeng was puzzled and turned over the yellow scroll

In the dream, the body is in love with life and death

The same flower blooms for a thousand years, and you can see the vicissitudes of the sea alone

A smile looks through a thousand years to know the king to the world

A thousand years of meeting is like the first meeting.

This is Xin Xi's favorite song, and it is also a song with a very classical taste, and it will definitely not look abrupt when it comes to the Song Dynasty.

After singing a song, Xin Xi looked at the girls who were infatuated, smiled faintly, and said, "Is it good?" ”

The painting suddenly lowered slightly, and bowed: "Eleven Lang, please teach me to sing this lyrics!" ”

A group of girls suddenly came to their senses and couldn't wait to let Xin Xi teach them.

Xin Xi smiled faintly, classical songs are about to start sprouting in the Northern Song Dynasty!