"The vineyard eaves are covered with a thousand branches of Portuguese flowers... The green willow branches are sprinkled with nectar on the three thousand realms. ”

The "Heavenly Maiden" on the stage combines the two streamers into one, and then dances and spins, showing her figure, playing the rain from the sky, overlooking all living beings.

"It's as if I scattered the ceiling and scattered it in ten directions. ”

The water sleeves are back in the lines, and the index finger is lightly picked. On both sides of the curtain, petals fall from the sky, fluttering down to the shoulders of the spectators under the stage.

The end is the falling Ying fluttering, dancing lightly.

"Good!"

"Ahhhh

"One more time!"

The drama on stage is stable, and the audience is excited.

Every time the "Heavenly Maiden" dances a movement, it will cause a burst of exclamations.

The shorter crowd crowded forward, all thinking of getting a pink peach from the sky. Some skinny children even went directly under the adults, like rats burrowing, and deftly ran to the high stage, standing on their little feet, holding the curtain hanging from the bottom of the stage with both hands, and looking up to enjoy the beautiful scenery above.

Young children naturally can't understand the complicated lyrics, they only know that there are flowers falling in the sky, and fireworks are blooming in the night sky.

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Even though it was cold early spring and the night breeze was bleak, the two people who were wrapped in the heat still squeezed out a sweat.

The feeling changes, alternating between hot and cold, and the spiritual flow in the clothes seems to be through human nature, and it is just right to change from warm to warm at this time.

Sunan Xing doesn't like the feeling of being squeezed around, and as the supreme of the two realms, Shen Muchen, who is high above, is even more so.

Shen Muchen rubbed his ears that were a little swollen from the gongs and drums.

This is the first time he has watched a play, and the picture in front of him is finally no longer the simple black and white painting book he used to have, and the lines have become real scenes, but he really doesn't have a good feeling.

Maybe it's because there are too many people, or maybe it's because the drums are too noisy, Shen Muchen is a little stuffy.

To say that now, he would rather run to the teahouse, soak a pot of Xiangbo green, sip melon seeds, and continue to look through his old stack of villain books, which is better than being pushed around with a pestle here.

But for the sake of Sunan Xing on the side, for the sake of his good performance, Shen Muchen still endured it.

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"This 'Heavenly Maiden' sings well. ”

Compared with Shen Muchen, Sunan Xing, who has always been good at following the situation, is much more excited, and it can be regarded as relish.

Although singing and dancing are already accustomed to him, there is nothing unusual, but this is also the first time that he really stands so close to the stage, with gestures and gongs and drums in front of him, and what he feels and feels is naturally completely different.

Therefore, he wanted to accompany Shen Muchen to read it.

Even if there are more people, it can be tolerated.

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After the last sentence was played, the "Heavenly Maiden" turned over and went off the field, leaving behind a "snap" and "snap" applause.

Su Nanxing also clapped his hands, tilted his head to look at the young man beside him, and said with a smile: "Alas, Shen Muchen, do you know what this 'Heavenly Maiden Scattered Flowers' is about?"

The leather drum finally stopped, and it was hard to come by after a long absence.

Shen Muchen quietly breathed a sigh of relief and replied: "It is rumored that there was a woman in the Vimo Orange Room who sprinkled smallpox to test the Bodhisattva and the disciples of the Bodhisattva. ”

The end of the habit is not over, so the flower is gone.

Those who have exhausted their habits will not be able to spend themselves.

The young man lowered his head and took a mouthful of candy, his cheeks trembled slightly, with a hint of disgust, "In fact, it is to imply that the spiritual power of their new head of the Giant Spirit City is profound, and he is supported by others, how is it." Then he added, "Boring." ”

Su Nanxing looked at the young man in front of him, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

He felt that the way Shen Muchen was talking proudly while eating at this moment was actually a little pitiful and cute.

The tall figure of the young man seemed to be suddenly shorter, and finally it was no longer so out of reach, like a snow-capped mountain on the edge of the sky.

He suddenly wanted to reach out and stand on tiptoe to touch the top of the hairy head of the young man in front of him.

And that's exactly what he did.

On the top of a high mountain, there can also be a snowman.

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"Huh?"

Touching your head is a bold act, but there are still reasons, "Hmm... You have a petal in your hair. Sunan Xing is righteous.

The moonlight was hazy, enveloping the tall young man from head to toe, and Shen Muchen's eyebrows and eyes also became blurred in the watery moonlight, and he couldn't see his expression.

On this cool, misty night, you don't have to be as careful as you are during the day.

It's easy to be a little imperceptible and careful, and it's secretly hidden by two ignorant teenagers.

Sunan Xing grinned, like a child who had succeeded in playing a prank.

"Naw. He stretched out his hand, the corners of his mouth curled, and a pale pink "fairy peach blossom" bloomed on the young man's fingertips.

In this noisy night, Sunan Xing's voice was extremely clear, "Hehe, it seems that you will also get it." ”

After speaking, he brought the sugar gourd he was holding in his other hand to his lips, bit down a hawthorn, put it in his mouth whole, and chewed it.

Sweet and sour, the taste is very good.

"You're so naïve. ”

Shen Muchen turned his face away, and there was a moment of softness in his eyes.

But Sunan Xing suddenly stopped laughing.

The flower roll froze in her mouth, and there was a little sweetness that had just been sticky.

The residue of the sugar gourd was swallowed with a "grunt", but it was no longer tasteful.

Sunan Star's pupils were slightly dilated, filled with the light of the night.

He looked at Shen Muchen who was turning sideways in front of him, couldn't take his eyes off it, and watched the young man casually throw aside a bunch of red fruits that had been removed from the outer layer of sugar coating.

The bamboo sticks hit the ground, and the red beads rolled away.

The hawthorn, which had been glued to a layer of dirt, was gradually kicked away by the crowd and disappeared from the view of Sunan Star.

"Do you only eat sugar, too?"

"Do you only eat sugar?"

Time flies, and eventually overlaps.

When life and death are overcome, the world turns.

It's the same thing in my ears.

"yes, I don't like to eat sour. ”

"Yes, I don't like to eat sour. ”

"But why did you add a 'also'?"

Memories of the past came suddenly, and a monstrous wave rolled up in Sunan Xing's mind.

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"You haven't been to the night market in Yuzhu City, this is the most prosperous place in the city center, there will be all kinds of gadgets at night, and there are many delicious foods. And over there, the aunts and uncles are dancing in the square. ”

Sunan Xing seemed to have returned to his original world, back to his memories.

He is still standing in Yuzhu City at night, the lights are bright, and the roadside is sounding the classic most "dazzling national style".

After two lifetimes, the night scene there is still as bright as ever.

"Let's go over there. ”

The voice is distant and devoid, as if it has drifted through a long time.

A figure passed through Su Nanxing's mind.

The long hair fluttered, leaking out of the white neck.

Just as in the middle of summer that year, the breeze blew the girl's pale yellow dress.