When the wind rises, the ears pluck the piano sounds, play them one by one, hum gently, and play them out of tune, but they slowly become a regular melody.

"I was not familiar with the past, I was not familiar with my hidden demeanor,

Nor am I familiar with my shallow arrogance.

I don't know where my dream hometown goes,

As a result, the wind is light, the rain is light, the dew is light, the fog is light, and there is no load-bearing.

The bearer is exiled by the heart, and the night does not return.

And the tears, and the shining tears,

Attach the road ahead,

Until I can't see the way home,

Just for a moment,

Go

There is no point of return,

I don't want to be negative spring and red,

Let's look at the artificiality of the world,

I'm floating alone. ”

Ear Baiman sang in a voice, this song was made up by her casually, although the lyrics were sad, but she was inexplicably happy, and she sang not sadly, but joyful.

She held the ground with her left hand, and her right finger flicked casually, although it was casual, but it was amazing that it didn't look messy, and it wasn't ugly at all.

The girl's long black hair is drooping, her clothes are hanging down, she sits on the ground, her fingers are like jade and she plays a simple melody on the strings, one hand supports the ground, her body is slightly reclined, and her skin is white and delicate and smooth, her expression is quiet and beautiful.

Qi Boyuan stared at her silently not far away, such a joyful demeanor, joyful mood, it seems that even the surrounding flowers and plants have been infected, such a casual and singing style, I didn't expect it to be so moving, what is even more touching is her kind of emotion that seems to be the birds in her heart singing, as if smiling, everything in the world can be warm.

He couldn't help but laugh too.

Ears and hundreds of bodies to pick up an old tree on the year-round hundred silver strings, the flowers are solid and beautiful, large clusters of swaggering, clusters of petals crowded next to each other, very lively, but the color is white and cold, the appearance is unconventional.

This is a kind of flower that has a posture and another temperament, but it is very suitable for integration, which seems to be lively but is lonely, seems to be prosperous but is lonely, and seems to be swaggering but is far away.

The ears are pure and bright, and there is no conflict with the contrast of this complex temperament flower.

It's just that when she put this flower in the palm of her hand and saw the figure walking slowly not far away, she inexplicably felt that the person walking towards her in front of her was really commensurate with this kind of flower in her hand.

So she put the hairpin in her hand on Qi Boyuan's hair.

He was born noble, his thin lips were lightly pursed, his eyes were clean, and the big white flowers in his hair danced, giving birth to a prosperous and calm and cold and distant taste, which suppressed his sharp and blade-like temperament, and added a touch of beauty that was different from others.

Ear Bai read softly: "The old hairpin flower is not ashamed, and the flower should be ashamed of the old man." ”

Qi Boyuan took off the big white flower with his fingers, smiled gently, put it in the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully, and then put it back on his head.

But he smiled and said, "What kind of system." ”

He looked into the distance with a relaxed and happy expression, and after a while, he looked at Erbai and smiled: "People are not ashamed of old hairpins, and flowers should be ashamed of old people." ”

He involuntarily stroked Erbai's cheek: "Little Er, are you okay?" ”

Erbai was stunned for a moment, and a hint of intoxicating smile flashed in her eyes, and she said, "Yes." ”