"When did you find out that Miao Di was wrong?"

Duan Luo's affectionate eyes became indifferent and solemn, he gathered his expression, holding the chopsticks and cowpeas, Ah Zheng's sister-in-law cut vegetables as if they had been measured, each section was the same length, and it should be stacked neatly when it was served, and the cowpeas were placed on a plate, and the pork belly was shredded in the middle, and a layer of chopped green pepper foam was placed on top.

The taste is really good, very flavorful, moderately soft and hard, and not very tender, not very old, the beans inside will not run out to affect the beauty. It's just that the paragraph is still a little worse than his cooking skills. Why didn't Shi Moyu let him make it for her?

Shi Moyu was worried about whether to leave or not, but he suddenly came out with this sentence, and after asking, he didn't seem to be in a hurry to listen to her answer, and looked at the dish with a cold face.

Hmph! What's so nice about a dish, is it good to have her?

"Look at me, what are you doing?" Duan Luo raised his eyes to look at her, "Talking while eating, whether it was before or after playing Requiem." ”

Shi Moyu couldn't eat, he couldn't hold the chopsticks, he pulled them with his hands, thought for a while and said, "After that." ”

Duan Luo said, "Pour the wine." ”

Shi Moyu poured wine and said, "You drink, I won't accompany you." ”

"You drink too, get drunk!" is a bit like an order.

Shi Moyu made a bitter face: "The little woman is not strong enough to drink, and if she goes back drunk, she will be scolded." ”

Duan Luo raised his head and drank it, his voice was cold: "Just say that it is for you to drink, see who dares to scold you, if you don't accompany me, just take these away!"

"Azhu, what's wrong with you?"

"What can I do? I can't control myself, I can't control you, I'm scared half to death, I'm still afraid of you. ”

Shi Moyu couldn't understand, and his eyebrows tightened: "What did I do wrong, you said it, don't insinuate like this, okay?"

Duan Luo poured himself a glass and drank it, his voice bitter: "Ah Zheng, I didn't want to blame you, I was just afraid." Requiem can't be played casually, it's hooking the soul, and those who can't play it well will be counterattacked, once there can be no accidents, it's not as simple as a danger to life. ”

Shi Moyu understood that Ah Zhu was angry that she was playing the Requiem for Jin Jin, but she really didn't know that Jin Jin hadn't actually forgotten Miao Di, and it wasn't until Miao Di asked her for help the next day that she suddenly figured out that all this was actually fake.

"I thought what was the matter, I wasn't in good shape. ”

Duan Luo roared: "What do you know! You play the first note from the beginning to the end of the last note, you don't know anything!"

Let him be afraid, she doesn't know, make him feel distressed, she doesn't know.

Duan Luo learned from ancient books that playing the requiem is equivalent to handing over his life to the music score little by little, and what flows in the score is the blood of the person who plays the song, and when it is played to a certain number of times and time, the music score will begin to collect the soul of the person who plays the song, and he can't realize it, and others can't find it, so he devours and devours it in the process of playing each song, until the soul is sealed and completely destroyed.

However, these two times, Ah Zheng would be very sad in the process of playing, sad to see the fallen leaves, sad to see Hua Xie, he couldn't look directly into her eyes full of despair, although it was only half an hour.

He only knew that Requiem would hook the soul, but he didn't know that it would also control the emotions of the musician.

He couldn't find a reason, so he couldn't tell Ah Zheng not to cry so sadly every time.

He couldn't stop her from playing.

She has been holding his heart, no matter when, when she plays the Requiem, she is tearing his heart, tearing out blood holes that can't be filled, blood and tears, tears mixed with blood, she doesn't know anything about it, he can't do anything about it.

Shi Moyu recalled, she only remembered that she had become a guzheng, and when she put her hand on, everything, including herself, became blurry in that half an hour.

In another world, looking at this world, or in this world, looking at herself, whether it is a dream or a fantasy, she can't tell the difference, the fallen leaves she sees are not fallen leaves, and the flowers are not flowers. The Azhu you see is not Azhu either. For half an hour, all of them had a common name: despair and sorrow. She remembered that she had cried, and she didn't seem to remember, she remembered why she cried, and then she seemed to forget, and the only thing she could be sure of was that she would have hope when she finished playing.

can successfully find the three major movements, she can endure any hardship.

However, when she heard Azhu say she was scared, she panicked.

Shi Moyu walked to Ah Zhu's side in silence, hugged Duan Luo's neck, and smiled slightly: "I promise, pay attention next time, don't play casually if you don't know the situation, don't get angry, okay?"

Duan Luo tilted his head, met her star-bright eyes, looked down, landed on the red bluegrass, raised his hand and touched it gently, frowned, and asked her, "Why is there this?"

A good face, why is there a grass, to be honest, he doesn't like it very much, he used to say ugly, he was sincere.

He changed the subject, and Shi Moyu didn't want to continue, but why did he suddenly mention it?

She didn't know why there was a bluegrass on her face, and she didn't know when she transformed into a physical body, so she ran to the river to wash her face, only to find that her face was different.

She is a guzheng.

Perhaps, the owner who made it liked bluegrass and drew a plant on the zither.

"Isn't it pretty?"

"It's ugly. Duan Luo told the truth.

In order to catch up with Ah Zhu, Shi Moyu wanted to take this orchid grass off her face, but she failed again and again, almost disfigured, she didn't dare to try it easily, she thought that this matter should pass, and he didn't care about her, he still kept his eyes open, which means that he didn't dislike it.

Could it be that she misunderstood?

"How can this grass grow on your face?"

"What's wrong with something on my face, you don't like it, you don't like it! How are you better than me? Look at your silver hair!"

Duan Luo said seriously: "I'm white-haired. ”

The silver-haired ones speak of the elderly, and the white-haired ones speak of the young ones.

He's young.

"It's not good-looking, it's ugly, I don't like it. Shi Moyu took his hand down and said in disgust.

"Innate, can't change, you don't like me can't help it. ”

"Then shave. ”

"What are you talking about?!" he took ((((((-', (())')))))) his hair as a treasure, warm in winter and cool in summer, and the bamboo leaves were fragrant, and his daughter was not changed.

Shi Mo Yu conjured a knife and laughed evilly: "You shaved your hair, and I cut this grass so that we won't dislike each other." ”

The knife was blazing with a cold light, and Duan Luo seemed to see Shi Mo Yu's scarlet eyes, four fangs were exposed outside his lips, and black light came out of his body, like a bloodsucking demon of the demon clan.

Duan Luo stood up and stepped back: "Ah Zheng, don't joke with me, you know I don't like to joke." ”

Seeing that his face was white, Shi Moyu felt funny, and his face was still hideous: "Come on, Lord City, don't be afraid." ”

"Don't come here, let's discuss. "Ah Zheng is sometimes like a little madman, maybe he will actually do it. If she shaved his hair, it would grow longer, if she really cut her face with a knife......

"Actually, this orchid is the icing on the cake, it's pretty good. ”

He thought, look at it, it's good to get used to it.

Ah Zheng grabbed the placket of his shirt and gently slapped the cold knife on his face, "Is it true?"

"Yes. ”

Shi Moyu let go of him, put away the knife, held his face and kissed him, "Then, I won't pursue it for the time being." ”

Duan Luo was stunned.

He couldn't figure out what was wrong with him telling the truth, and could she only be happy if she hypocritically said that she was good-looking? She liked the fake rather than the real? Would she rather him lie to her? Also, what did she mean by not pursuing it?

It's very hot in the house, Shi Moyu went to open the window, today's sunset is a little lazy, and the little white crescent over there has been waiting for a long time, and I haven't seen it leave.

Duan Luo sat down and continued to eat, because he had just drunk two glasses of osmanthus wine, his face was red.

Shi Mo Yu sat next to him and asked him, "Is this shy, or drunk." ”

Duan Luo ate vegetables and ignored her.

Shi Moyu thought he was so weird and funny, so he leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, and grinned: "Is your skin so thin?"

Duan Luo had a cold face, "Hurry up and eat, go back after eating, don't let your eldest brother and sister-in-law worry." ”

She was afraid that he would be lonely, so she came to drink two glasses of wine with him, talking about small love words or something, but she didn't expect that he didn't have a word of love, either questioning or disgusting.

Nothing was her fault, as if what he said had anything to do with her.

"You can eat it yourself!" Shi Mo Yuhuo got up, Bamboo Sticks knocked on the door twice, Duan Luo let him in, and Bamboo Sticks saluted Shi Mo Yu: "Qin Xian is good." ”

Shi Mo said angrily: "What's the matter, let your city lord go by himself!"

The bamboo sticks are inexplicable, how did the city lord offend Mo Yu Shangxian?

Duan Luo had long been accustomed to Shi Moyu's moodiness, and the slightest thing he said wrong could provoke her little temper, and now that she played Requiem twice, her emotions would become more and more unstable, and Duan Luo had to think about whether to accommodate and connive, or find a way to cure her.

The cure for her is to marry her.

Duan Luo thought about it in his heart, almost forgot about the bamboo stick, and said with a serious face: "Is there something wrong?"

Zhu Zhu'er said: "The gods came just now, let me tell you the two of you, the day after tomorrow, the cousin girl will get married, let you two go to the wedding banquet, and the wedding banquet will be set up in the palace of the god of the gods." ”

Shi Moyu asked Duan Luo: "Which cousin of yours is married?" Do you know?"

Wu Le is here, will she listen to the conversation between the two of them? Duan Luo couldn't help but get nervous, so much so that what Zhu Zhu'er said later, Shi Mo Yu asked him that he didn't react, "Cousin, what's wrong with Wu Yunbai?" He only had one cousin, Wu Yunbai.

Zhu Zhu'er said: "Mo Yu Shangxian is wrong, it is the cousin of the city lord and the daughter of the elder brother of the god, Wu Yunbi. ”

Shi Mo bowed his head and asked suspiciously: "When did she have a wishful husband? Aluo, do you know?"

Duan Luo sneered: "The affairs of their martial arts family have nothing to do with my surname Duan." ”

Duan Luo didn't like the relatives of the Wu family, and he could see it by looking at his attitude towards Wu Yunbai.

Shi Moyu asked him, "Are you still going?"