The moonlight is like water, quietly sprinkled.

Under the glow of the dim street lamps, it is more and more clear, revealing the beauty of arrogance.

Liu Ruixuan let go of his clenched fist and looked to the side.

From the distant sky, escaping from the cool moon, the inadvertent broken light is just an inadvertent pen mistake by the person who describes the moon, just like a classical sentence waiting to be interpreted in an ancient poem?

He was careless!

Xia Yang is still thoughtful.

Otherwise, it would have been debunked in the first place!

It's good to have Xia Yang here!

Xia Yang raised his hand and patted Liu Ruixuan's shoulder.

Well? Liu Ruixuan came back to his senses and looked at Xia Yang.

Xia Yang pouted in the direction of Luo Yan.

What the? Liu Ruixuan looked out at Luo Yan.

Ahem, I suddenly remembered what Luo Yan said just now.

She knew Xiuxiu.

Oh no, and Xiuxiu are good friends. But, how did he not know?

Soldiers are not tired of deceit, and there must be deception among them!

She actually asked Xiuxiu if she knew about Lan Qingqing?

Of course, I don't know!

Even he himself just knew, how could Liu Xiu know, it's really funny!

What's more, if Liu Xiu knows, so what?

Anyway, it's just an excuse.

After that, it is gone.

It's a big deal, let's give Liu Xiu a breath tomorrow morning!

Liu Ruixuan eased his nerves and pretended to look at Luo Yan coldly.

"Senior?"

Luo Yan's voice came again, raised her chin high, and looked at Liu Ruixuan.

"Hmm." Liu Rui responded.

Suddenly, I found a very fatal problem.

Why is he so patient, standing on the road where people come and go, enjoying the attention of passers-by, and chatting with her?

"Does Xiuxiu know about Lan Qingqing?" Luo Yan was anxious to verify.

Liu Ruixuan raised his eyebrows slightly, silently rolled his eyes in his heart, and opened his mouth, "She ......"

"That doesn't seem to be the point."

Xia Yang suddenly laughed, and gently raised his hand to pat Liu Ruixuan's shoulder.

Well? Liu Ruixuan's eyes turned around in his sockets, thinking and thinking, as if, it was true.

Second brother, really smart.

Liu Xiuzhi doesn't know that it's really not the point, the point is that he has a girlfriend, and Luo Yan can retreat!

O master! He really deserves to be his brand styling mentor!

Liu Ruixuan raised his eyebrows slightly, with a smile between his eyebrows, and looked at Xia Yang with a look of adoration.

"That's the point for me." Luo Yan pursed her lips slightly and looked at Xia Yang.

"Well, your point should be, the senior you like already has a girlfriend, and you don't have a chance." Xia Yang laughed loudly, "As for whether Liu Xiu knows or not, it doesn't matter, after all, it's Liu Ruixuan who is looking for a girlfriend, not Liu Xiu who is looking for a good friend." ”

Tut-tut!

Liu Ruixuan silently praised Xia Yang in his heart!

It's good to have Xia Yang here!

Luo Yan: "......"

looked at Xia Yang in a daze, speechless for a while.

The corners of Liu Ruixuan's lips curled and looked towards the crescent moon in the west.

The night of early summer is a little clear and a little lonely, like a dream.

In such a dream, Liu Ruixuan heard such a sentence: Spring is like the old, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and transparent. The peach blossoms fall, the idle pond pavilion, although the mountain league is here, the brocade book is difficult to stop, Mo, Mo!

What? Liu Ruixuan was stunned for a moment, what is the situation?

The second brother didn't pretend to be Li Bai, but pretended to be Lu You again?

"People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is often like a swing. The horn is cold, and the night is dark. Afraid of people asking, crying and pretending to be happy. Hide, hide, hide! Luo Yan sniffed and took over.

Well? Liu Ruixuan turned his head to look at Xia Yang, and then looked sideways at Luo Yan.

These two people are, the word is booming?

actually came to love poetry.

Be all abroad!

At the beginning of the lanterns, the night is not dark, the moon has not set, and the warm wind has just risen.

The familiar corner of Jingyun, Xianyue, Xia Yang, Luo Yan, and a self who watched the play silently.

The two of them suddenly sang and sang a poem to each other.

From Lu You to Tang Wan, from Xin Qiji to Li Qingzhao, from Song Ci to Tang poetry.

Talkative and knowledgeable!

Liu Ruixuan watched silently for a while, and rolled his eyes countless times in his heart.

The sudden change in the topic made him really stunned for a long time.

I was stunned and almost held the blood in my palm.

Make sure you heard me right!

"My favorite is still her "A Cut of Plum? Red Lotus Root Cannibalistic Jade Autumn". Luo Yan chuckled.

"Have you heard the song "Full Moon in the West Building"," Xia Yang took over, "It's sung like this." ”

What? Ready to sing again?

Liu Ruixuan turned his head to look at Xia Yang, but he could hear Xia Yang's voice coming very gently.

"The red lotus fragrance remnants of the jade in autumn. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go on the Lanzhou alone. Who in the clouds sends the brocade book, when the goose word returns, the moon is full in the west building.

The flowers float and the water flows freely. One lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart. ”

Liu Ruixuan quietly rolled his eyes into the air, quietly, listening.

A bend of the first quarter moon appeared in his gaze to the west.

"Sounds good." Luo Yan's voice suddenly became pleasant, "Senior Xia Yang's singing reminds me of the first time I saw this song. ”

"Oh?" Xia Yang stopped, and looked at Luo Yan lightly, "Come and listen." ”

At this moment, Liu Ruixuan suddenly had a thought, should he walk away quietly?

"At that time, in the middle school Chinese class, the teacher made the words into FLASH, and presented them in words and pictures of ancient beauties." Luo Yan smiled lightly, with a look of memory.

Ahem, it's actually a memory of middle school?

Yun Ling? Ahem, he also studied in middle school in Yunling!

Why didn't his Chinese teacher make this poem into a text and a picture of a beautiful woman?

Could it be that he took a fake language, or was Luo Yan not in a language class in Yunling?

"I still remember that kind of vague and melancholy artistic conception, and I remember that talented woman."

Luo Yan smiled, suddenly tilted her head, and glanced at Liu Ruixuan.

Well? What is he doing?

He is not a Chinese teacher, he has not done anything FLASh, and third, he is a piano prince, not a talented woman.

Liu Ruixuan twitched the corner of his mouth, what does it matter to him!

Perhaps, he thinks he is a superfluous existence at the moment?

Liu Ruixuan consciously took a step back and took another step, and glanced at Xia Yang next to him out of the corner of his eye.

Xia Yang stood aside very quietly, with his hands in his pockets, the jade tree was in the wind, the wind was clear and the clouds were smiling lightly, and he bowed his head slightly.

Leaning on the door and looking back, he smelled the green plum naughty and cute; In the world, no one can be sent at a loss; Only then did he frown, but he felt sad in his heart. Luo Yan continued

A deep confession, poetry appreciation in seconds!

Liu Ruixuan twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, and glanced at the two people in front of him quietly.

Well, in this way, he can get out of the way.

Crossing the gap in the middle of Luo Yan's summer sun, Liu Ruixuan looked forward, braised elbow, you have to wait for me.

"Things are people, and they don't have to rest for anything, and they want to cry first for sadness; The most touching thing is the painstaking search, but only to see the cold and miserable sorrow. ”

Luo Yan's suddenly cheerful voice became quiet again.

Yes, Li Qingzhao's misery in her life is undoubtedly expressed in her words.

Liu Ruixuan listened, and then became slightly sad.

"She's had a lot of happy and happy moments, too." Xia Yang seemed to see something, and suddenly asked, "Do you know what happiness is?" ”

What is Happiness? Liu Ruixuan was suddenly stunned.

I silently repeated and pondered in my heart, but it was difficult to give a proper explanation for such a common word.

"Happy?" Luo Yan repeated and looked at Xia Yang, "Her childhood, as well as her early years, was the happiest when she and Zhao Mingcheng raised their eyebrows. “

Xia Yang nodded and paused slightly, "Happiness is when you are sad, you can also smile at others." ”

Cut! Liu Ruixuan silently rolled his eyes in his heart.

This sad man has such a big heart!

"Too many people who like to write have nothing to do with happiness, because they are sensitive, delicate, and thoughtful, but they all create happiness for others, Li Qingzhao is like this. I still remember the girl who used to write happily, her appearance has not changed, it's just that, later, she is not happy. ”

Well? What is this term?

Liu Ruixuan glanced at Xia Yang, blinked his eyes, looked at the orange halo that was sprinkled down, and suddenly remembered a sentence: Writing comes from a lonely heart.

Well, he doesn't know how to write, he only makes music.

So, he also has a lonely heart!

After all, art is connected.

It's just that Xia Yangde, the girl who likes to write, who is it?

Li Qingzhao?

Ahem, it was all hundreds of thousands of years ago, happy or not, how did Xia Yang verify it?

Liu Ruixuan pouted.

In a flash of inspiration, he shouldn't be Zhu Yan, right?

Ahem, no, Liu Ruixuan turned his head and glanced at Luo Yan, who was silent and speechless in front of him, could it be Luo Yan?

Who?

suddenly found that he knew very little about Zhu Yan and Xia Yang!

A warm breeze blew, Liu Ruixuan's hair was a little messy by the wind, raised his hand, and went to pay for it.

But he inadvertently saw who looked into his eyes, those familiar eyes!

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