The night breeze is swaying, the stars in the sky are shining, and there is no moon to shine.

Under the lights in the courtyard, the branches gently sway on the shadow wall. The tea party was over, Su'er was gone, and the person who went to bed early was already in a dream.

A man and a bird floated lightly on the treetops on the mountainside, and the little man dangled his legs and looked up at the gray night sky overhead.

The stars of the city are more lonely, not as majestic as the Black Horse River, nor as transparent as the polar sky, but it also has a different charm.

After Fusu tidied up the studio, he stood in front of the glass wall and looked at the people hanging from the treetops through the night.

There was no expression on his face, not knowing what he was thinking. The next moment, the golden light flashed and came to Sang Xia's side.

Perched quietly on the treetops, the light flutter didn't seem to bring any weight to the tree.

Neither of them spoke, only Bu Feng called 'yo woo' on the side.

After a long silence, Fusu lowered his head and looked up at Sang Xia for a long time, and said, "This city is really beautiful. Quiet, but not lonely. Graceful, but not complaining. Spring is the best season in the south of the Yangtze River. Let's go out for a walk. Take you to see the city. ”

Sansha didn't look at him and nodded. Fusu saw a smile on her lips.

'Yo woo' Bufeng Bird seemed to understand that the two were going out to play, and excitedly flapped its wings and swam around the tree.

"No, you're at home, I can't take you outside. Su'er said that you will be captured as a monster. ”

'Woo'... Fusu now has no doubt at all that this person and bird are really communicating, talking.

It was also at this time that he discovered that the chirping of the Bufeng bird actually had many different emotions. The sound of 'yo woo' when I was happy was very clear, and the 'woo' sound when I begged for food was full of the flattery of the dog's legs, and I was rejected 'yo woo' and was a little aggrieved and dissatisfied...

The two of them walked out of the enchantment, unhurried, not far or close, walking on the road at the bottom of the mountain. It didn't take long to reach the slope of the path, the traffic lights flashed, and the people who were still active in the city at night consciously stood at the end of the zebra crossing.

When the lights turned from red to green, the crowd poured across the road like a flood. Following the flow of people, Sang Xia always had a shallow smile of unknown meaning on his face. Fusu couldn't understand it, but he only felt that Sangxia at this time was very quiet and a little indescribably beautiful.

Xiao Sangxia is as brilliant as the sun, and the wind is like the sun, bright, jumping, and sometimes there is a quirky side.

And at this time, this Sangxia has lost all the previous impropriety and cold face, and is only quiet. It is as quiet as a lake of turquoise water, shining on the moon in the sky, and his face is bright and clean, as if not touching a trace of dust in the world.

This world really didn't have anything to do with her.

She said that when she has tasted enough food and played enough, she is waiting for the body to return to its place at any time. Take advantage of the rare trip to the world and take a good walk around to have fun.

Fusu couldn't see through her, didn't understand what the reason was, was it really just because of her own thoughts that she made that decision to die?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little debt.

He, and even everyone, were looking forward to the original Sanxia coming back soon. But no one really cared what she thought...

Walking and walking, the pace is getting faster and faster, feasible in the wind, but in the implementation of the step by step.

He followed her quickened pace and kept an appropriate distance at all times, and before he knew it, he had arrived at Yue Lake. It's crowded, and I don't know what kind of excitement it is.

Sanxia jumped over and looked curiously at the long queue, and a staff member in uniform held a small loudspeaker to announce that it was now possible to enter the theater and that the performance would start on time.

"Performance?" Sang Xia blinked at Fusu.

Smiling slightly, he patted her on the shoulder and motioned to walk into a corner where no one was around. The barrier rises, uniting the two of them. No one saw two guys who didn't even buy tickets sneaking into the 'Impression West Lake' viewing area after the long queue.

is familiar with the road, obviously Fusu has been here.

The best viewing position was found, and there were free seats, but the two of them only stood on a high place and did not take their seats.

The lights suddenly turn on, and the sound of music sounds melodiously from all directions, as if telling an ancient story.

The story is simple: meet, love, part, reminisce, impression.

In the distance, there is a bridge, the bones of the bridge have a well-proportioned beauty, and there is a pavilion on the bridge, and the eaves are meandering, which is faintly illuminated by the distant lights, showing a sense of ancient mystery.

On the vast surface of the lake, the boat is slowly moving in the white mist.

The murmuring tune, with the woman in white who got off the boat, threw her water sleeves in the air and fell back into her hands. I couldn't see her eyebrows clearly, but I felt that this must be a very beautiful woman. The man also dressed in white holds a silk umbrella with a faint pattern painted on it.

didn't speak, didn't sing, just raised his head and made a mistake, interpreting the beauty of love at first sight.

The splendid painting boat of the golden wall is accompanied by the roar of drums, breaking such an elegant and beautiful picture, and the poignant story of thousands of years of popular people has entered a turning point.

The woman in white finally died in the struggle, turned into a white crane and flew into the sky, and the man stood alone in the middle of the lake looking at his beloved in the distance, without crying or heart-rending howls.

Just standing alone, holding an umbrella with beautiful patterns, looking into the distance.

Perhaps, seeing each other is already doomed to parting, but the parting of the world can be turned into eternity in thoughts...

The brilliance and music create the illusion of traveling through time and space.

Time flies, when the scholar in white returns to the place where he met his lover again. The dream came again, the beautiful scenery was especially beautiful, even though there were countless women coming and going in front of him, but he was always lonely.

Lover, where are you? Is it the brightest star in the sky? Are you smiling at me and whispering about your lovesickness? All memories are condensed with beauty, remorse, yearning, helplessness...

The impression, just like the Lake of the West, is beautiful, graceful, thick and ethereal.

Mourn but not be sad. When the companion resurfaces leisurely in the dream again, the scholar treads the water and goes away, communing with the water. It seems to have fallen into the arms of his lover.

The endless warmth is like the unfathomable and unsearchable moment in fate.

A dream, a light step. A thought arises and a thought passes, and seeing each other is the beginning of parting, who can say what the fate is?

Isn't that what life is all about? Born to die, it is not magnificent and cannot shock the heavens and the earth, but it touches the heavens and the earth in the most tender moments!

Formulaic performances are not good or bad, maybe the story itself is captivating enough, or the simplest things always resonate with people's simplest hearts. The music fell, the lights came to an end, and there was a shallow sobbing in the crowd.

From beginning to end, Fusu was seriously appreciating the man-made illusion, even if he had taken him to see it at midnight a few years ago, but looking at it again at this time could still stir up ripples in his heart.

He has always been an emotional person, because of sensibility, he can't let go of resentment and hatred, because of sensibility, he will be disappointed in the world, and because of sensibility, he will purely appreciate without distraction and not judge the performance itself.

Turning his head to look at Sangxia, Fusu was stunned.

Her expression was never very few, and the most of them was a dull face. At this time, there was a line of tears on her face.

It turns out that she is not as cold as she seems. It turned out that she would also cry because of a popular story, a not very superb performance, and a tragedy in the world.

It's just that when she turned her head to look at him, her face was full of confusion, and her eyes were full of confusion.

She reached out and touched the coolness on her face, and looked down at the remaining crystals on her fingertips, so that the puzzled expression became even clearer and deeper. It seems that she herself does not understand why she is crying.

The crowd dispersed, but she still stood there looking at the dark lake with the lights long gone.

It wasn't until the sound of strings plucking in the distance that the two left the stand.

The fence at the entrance was closed, but that didn't stop the two men hiding in the barrier. I found a no-man's corner, and the barrier fell. Like a pair of the most ordinary pedestrians in the world, walking in the direction where the music came from.

After a song, the sound of the piano came to an abrupt end. Wandering singers who walk the world can be seen everywhere. But it's a coincidence, or fate. I saw the singer who sang in the night market again.

Sang Xia recognized the other party, and the singer obviously recognized this generous bosom friend.

He smiled and said hello to the girl who walked up to him. Sang Xia bent her lips and nodded in response, and when she looked at it, she saw that there was a delicate and lovely girl beside the singer.

A wanderer, but he has also met a lover who is willing to follow in his footsteps.

In this world, there will always be a surprise for you inadvertently.

There were no polite words, and the singer turned his head to look at his girl, "I went to your store for supper that day, just because this guest gave a hundred yuan." ”

The girl smiled shyly at Sang Xia, and the singer plucked the strings and said, "Come, Acacia go!"

Shaking the slightly long hair at the back of her head in a chic manner, the girl sat aside and raised her hand to beat a small Xinjiang drum neatly.

With the beat of the drums, the singer slides one hand over the strings with a crunchy sound and sings slowly.

'You say that who is given by lovesickness, who is the bright moon dressing table, slender fingers, who is occasionally broken, who should be a beautiful woman, who can't remember the spring dream, the eyebrows fluttering, the neon clothes, when to drink the water of the Yangtze River together, and tonight, the rain for ten years, the lamp, I still care about whom, the youth is not over, the silk is quiet, the leaves are colorful, the frost and snow are urging, yesterday, the clouds and temples, the spring peony, the peach blossom is silent, and the peach blossom is not returned, you say that the lovesickness gives whom, who do you say the lovesickness, who do you give?"

Who do you say acacia it bestows?

Sanxia was engrossed in listening and was fascinated.

The tune with a full opera charm is obviously more suitable for the singer's voice, like singing the wind and frost of thousands of years, chanting the most gentle and long-lasting thoughts in the world.

The singer sang, and the girl was in harmony. The so-called, husband sings and wife follows, the best time in the world is like this!

Starting from the drum and ending with the last drum beat, the singer turned his head to look at the girl with tenderness.

The singer turned his head and asked sensibly, "Do you want to listen to it again?"

The impression of the infinite loop player in the night market last time was too profound!

Fusu looked at Sang Xia, who smiled and shook his head: "No need." ”

Then, I walked to the microphone where the girl was standing up the drum and scanned the QR code.

"It's the best song I've ever heard!" Sang Xia always had a smile on his face, and he looked very soft and calm.

"I wish you all a good day!" said that, without saying goodbye, he turned his head and disappeared into the crowd of night...

The girl's mobile phone lit up, opened it and glanced at it, and exclaimed in a low voice, "Ah Liang!"

The singer turned his head and walked over, "What's wrong?"

The girl held up her phone to show him. The singer also let out a low cry of surprise, and when he looked up again, he could no longer see the strange guest.

WeChat Pay 2,000 yuan. It has nothing to do with money, but it is proved by numbers, and it is really a bosom friend!

Fusu knew that this was all she had. However, money is something outside of the body, and it doesn't mean anything to them at all. But she's a man who counts on a salary of two hundred dollars a day.

Seeing her walking in the crowd with a smug and slightly smiling face, Fusu felt more and more that he really didn't know her at all.

"Would you like something to eat?"

"Okay!"

The greed for food is still the same.

In the small supper shop, one person has a bowl of beef ramen, and they are very happy.

Fusu watched her add chili sauce to the noodle soup spoonful by spoonful, and suddenly realized that she was serious and focused, and she had a lovely appearance that really lived in the fireworks of the world.

A large bowl of noodles, with only a few bits and pieces of beef that looks extremely thin. Sang Xia dried up in one bite, and Fusu looked up at her after taking a bite, and couldn't help laughing in his heart, and took the beef slices in his bowl into her bowl.

She looked up at him with a blink, Fusu smiled, "Eat it, add another beef if you like it." ”

She waved her hand and didn't say much, one bite of noodles and a piece of meat, and the bowl of clear soup was exhausted after three or two strokes.

Stroking his full stomach, walking on the way back, the sky suddenly fell rain.

It is the norm to have a lot of smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River. There are not many pedestrians on the road, and even if there are, they only care about burying their heads in their own hands and moving quickly. No one noticed these two people walking in the smoke and rain of the spring night.

The invisible white light quietly opened, and Sang Xia looked curiously at the shallow mist that Yusi splashed when she came into contact with the white light, and her eyebrows were full of happiness.

It's like a depressed afternoon when he went to pick her up, in the rainstorm, she was running, and he opened up a white light for her to shelter from the rain.

In the white light, she was once again jumping with joy as she had done then, like a fawn running on the sidewalk beside the woods.

Leave behind a string of laughter like silver bells...

The night is already very deep.

The dripping rain moistens everything, and the house is very quiet.

Qiao Ziye counted the day's accounts, dizzy and tired, and went to bed early.

As soon as Fusu returned to his room after bathing, he heard a familiar tune. The gentle sound of the flute played the song sung by the wandering singer. It's just that no one sings softly in the dark night.

Time is so beautiful, but I don't know who the lovesickness of the flute is given?

"Who the hell are you, or who were you?"

Fusu listened to the gentle sound of the flute, and after a long time, muttered to himself.