Cen Xiyan just wanted to see if the person who was playing the flute was the person she thought he was, and he didn't want to deal with Mo Junxuan at all.

"I'll go take a breather, you're busy."

After that, he didn't look at Mo Junxuan, he pointed at the side of the boat on his toes, and as soon as he borrowed his strength, he rose in the air, took up and landed a few times on several canopy boats and painting boats, and his figure disappeared into the night......

Mo Junxuan looked at the direction Cen Xiyan left, his brows furrowed slightly, revealing a thoughtful expression.

It's the boat again, and he listens to the sound of the flute, why does he think this scene is so familiar......

And the sound of that flute is so special! This reminded him of the sound of the flute he heard on the Weiling River last year, and the flute man he met that night in Yuhuang City......

Wait a minute! Yuhuang City?!

Mo Junxuan suddenly thought of the fragment of the drawing that was snatched away by the!

Could it be that person?

His eyes flashed, he put down the teacup, mentioned the qi of the dantian, performed light skills, and chased in the direction from which the sound of the flute came......

……

Cen Xiyan followed the sound of the flute and found a painting boat, but the sound of the flute must have stopped.

She stood on the top of a boat near the painting boat, and looked into the painting boat, but she saw no one she was familiar with, except for some warblers and swallows!

In the painting boat, the sound of the woman talking and laughing blew into Cen Xiyan's ears along the night wind.

"That son's flute is really good...... a woman said stupidly, holding her cheeks with her jade hands.

"Yes." The other woman nodded shyly in agreement, "I don't know if Xiao blows well, and he is also extremely handsome!" ”

"Hehe......" Another woman smiled coquettishly: "Sister Meixiang, that son doesn't even want to show his face, do you know that people are handsome?" ”

"The handsomeness of people does not only refer to the skin, but also depends on the temperament! Look at that son's elegant temperament, he is by no means an ordinary person! And how do you know that people are not born well? Maybe it's really a gentle and jade-like boy! ”

"Okay, it's useless for you to be a nymphomaniac, they're already gone!"

"I don't know if he will come again......"

……

Elegant temperament? Warm as jade? Haven't shown your true face yet??

Cen Xiyan listened to the men described by these women, and gradually overlapped with the image of the person in her heart.

This man...... It can't really be Brother Yun, right?!

Thinking that Mo Xianyun might also leave the capital and rush to Los Angeles, Cen Xiyan felt a little depressed in his heart.

If he's coming to Los Angeles too, why don't you tell her? She told him that before she left the capital, she went with him to report her whereabouts!

Moreover, he even came to the bank of the Qingyang River to meet the famous singer! It's really going to be enjoyable, it's merry enough!

Also, did he even know she was nearby? If so, why don't you want to see her? Are you still angry with her??

Or did he not actually know that she was also here, but it just so happened that she came and he left again?

Her thoughts were full of thoughts, sour and astringent, and she couldn't tell what it was like......

Involuntarily, he took off the purple gold flute on his waist, put it to his lips and played it.

Her flute is sometimes melodious, sometimes high-spirited, sometimes melancholy......

Like the previous flute sound, although it is good, it is not a tune, it seems to be just a venting random playing.

But it was so casual that her troubled mood was vividly expressed, so that the people who listened to the flute involuntarily fell into the flute......

I don't know when, the sound of talking and laughing in the painting boat gradually stopped.

The pictures of drunken gold fans, drunken dreams and deaths in many boats have gradually stopped......

On this night, this riverside seems to have entered the painting with the sound of the flute, and it is no longer the beautiful Qingyang Port......