Tianmu Mountain is not high, along the winding mountain road to the peak, it is a flat clearing, as if it was cut by someone's axe, smooth and flat, cool breeze, it is a good place to fly kites!

Liu Feifei held the line in his hand, and the little boy ran with the kite on his back to the wind, and let go of his hand appropriately, and the wind gently supported the kite to climb slowly, flying higher and higher, and gradually integrated into the camp of the sky.

The wind in the north is too strong and too urgent, the skeleton of the kite should be strong and strong, not as gentle and tactful as the southern kite, Liu Feifei is everyone's beautiful demeanor, when the child on the side cheered, she just smiled indifferently, the fingers flicked, the wrist pulled and pulled, the kite really seemed to live.

Ying Long looked at the crowd, a Qingluo woman, carrying a guqin, hiding her face in a thin shirt, and her big eyes were also looking at him, the moment the two met, they did not show unexpected surprises, Ying Long beckoned first:

"You're here too!"

Qingluo woman Lian moved lightly, and stood a few steps in front of Ying Long, she looked at Liu Feifei from the side, and asked, "Don't you accompany her?"

Ying Long: "I'm her bodyguard, how can I match it?"

Qingluo: "You use yourself as a bodyguard, others may not think so!"

Ying Long: "Others? What are others? Are you talking about her?"

Qingluo didn't answer, smiled sadly, and pointed to the cliff, "Let's go over there!"

The moment Qingluo turned around, a gust of wind hit her face, she was not surprised, and sighed: "It's not necessary!"

Ying Long's hand hung in the air, tied by a few extremely thin silk threads, he was a little annoyed that he had done something wrong, he shouted, "Who are you?"

Qingluo turned her head to look, her cheeks flushed, and she still said, "Go to the cliff!"

A gentle and gentle word, but frost fell on Ying Long's heart, he nodded as if he was fatal, and the silk thread of his bound hand was broken, and one by one, the green notes wiped Ying Long's face and floated away-

The two of them sat on the edge of the cliff, their legs swinging out, and the wind that swept through the woods also swept their faces, and the Qingluo woman looked at the kites in the sky, and counted them patiently, there were exactly seven, dotted in the sky.

The distance between the two of them was also far apart, Qingluo had a kind of orchid fragrance on his body, the tulle fell with his breath, and the guqin behind him was wrapped in Juanzi, Ying Long became more and more sure that he must have seen her, so he asked: "Why don't you see me with your true face?" What are you hiding?"

Qingluo: "Hide? Even if it's hiding! But how—how can I dodge? I'm doing everything possible to hide from you, in Odawara Castle and this White City, haven't I not dodged?" She untied the guqin behind her, held the body of the piano with a green breath, turned her head and asked, "What tune do you want to listen to?"

Ying Long thought for a while, then he laughed first and said, "I don't know the tune, but-"

"But what?"

"I want to know who you are in the song?"

Qingluo was slightly stunned, looked at the guqin thoughtfully, flicked the strings with his fingers, and the five strings trembled together: "I haven't tried this, I'll try it!"

Ying Long closed his eyes, there were birdsong in his ears, there was wind howling, there were many, many sounds, and then there was the sound of the piano, the sound of the piano slowly mixed into it, first it was very tentative and vague, and then it lingered and gentle, it seemed that every note was full of stories, but Ying Long didn't understand it, and muttered:

"It's good, but I don't understand it!"

Qingluo was angry, but the sound of the piano did not stop, and her voice was a little unclear mixed with the quiet sound of the piano:

"Shut up and listen!"

The sound of the piano turned abruptly in the air, and then it became cold, like the boundless cold wind in the snowfield, like a cry on a cold rainy night, and the tears in her eyes became more and more, and a few drops fell on the strings.

Ying Long was in a hurry, he didn't understand the story in the piano, and now when he was in a hurry, he didn't understand it even more, he stood up and asked tentatively:

"Why are you crying?

Qingluo's tears fell one by one like pearls, and the words of the corresponding dragon were ignored, and the green notes flew out like flowing water, attracting the eyes of the people on Tianmu Mountain.

Ying Long took a few more steps, and just as he was about to say something, his body was already wrapped tightly by a few colored yarns flying in, and the three women each held a piece of yarn, guarding Qingluo's body, and asked softly:

"Sect Master, how are you?"

Qing Rusu waved her hand, the five strings vibrated like a cracking silk, and the sound of the piano really subsided and cut off, she woke up like a dream, looked at Ying Long with teary eyes, and finally fell on the guqin and cried bitterly.

The three women got angry, glared at each other, and shouted in unison: "Bastard, what did you do?"

Ying Long: "Me? How do I know?"

"Still quibbling!"

Qingluo smiled sadly, then stopped his tears, and sighed: "Let's go, let's go!"

Woman A: "Sect Master, who is he?"

Qingluo had already stood up, the guqin was behind her again, she turned her back and tilted her head, perhaps counting the kite again:

"He is who he is, who else will it be?"

A trace of solemnity passed between the three women's eyebrows, looked at Ying Long carefully, took back the colored sand, saluted respectfully, said: "How offended", and followed Qingluo.

Liu Feifei was also attracted by the sound of the piano, patted Ying Long on the shoulder, poked his head out, and asked, "Who is she?"

Ying Long shook his head, and he said, "I don't know! She always hides her face in a thin shirt, maybe it's my former friend!"

Liu Feifei: "You don't know? How could you not know? She must like you, I can see it, I'll help you ask!" Ying Long was about to stop him, but Liu Feifei had already run out.

Liu Feifei wanted to find out who the woman was? Maybe it was for Ying Long, maybe it was for herself, she still didn't understand how she felt about the dragon, but when she saw the woman next to Ying Long, she was still a little uncomfortable, and the more uncomfortable she was, the more she had to figure it out! This was more and more like Wan'er's temper

Liu Feifei used the style of Miss Qianjin, she shouted: "You stop!"

Qingluo turned around, her face could no longer see the tears just now, like a clear sky, those eyes blinked again, pointed at herself, and said, "Did you call me?"

Liu Feifei: "Just call you, he wants to know who you are? You tear off the tulle and let him recognize it!

Qingluo smiled: "This veil is my business, whether he wants to think about it or not is his business, what is your business here?"

Liu Feifei looked rude, she said: "He wants to know who you are, I will help him! Of course there is my business."

Qingluo's eyes bypassed Liu Feifei and fell on Ying Long, she said: "She is much more rude than Sister Ke'er! I don't know where you left your sister, men are so conscienceless?"