"Xiao Ye, let me tell you, it's a pity that you didn't make it to dinner last night!" On the way, Ayou began to chat with Ye Qingqing when he was idle.

Ye Qingqing walked on this familiar stone road at this time, feeling like yesterday, but one step was forty years, and she was in a state of not giving up, and she wished that someone would pull her attention, so she reluctantly smiled: "What, what is delicious?" ”

"Hey, you have a good accent!" Before Ayou could speak, Teacher Ai turned around, "This feeling of being flat is very good!" ”

She just accidentally substituted Ah Tang's accent! Ye Qingqing was a little embarrassed and a little dissatisfied: "Southerners are like this." ”

"No, no, no, there is a special charm here," Teacher Ai shook his head, "I've been paying attention to it in the past two days, the accent here is probably because it's far away from the world, and it has a kind of ancient taste." ”

Remoteness is remoteness, and it is far away from the world, and the soil is the soil, and it is full of ancient meaning...... Ye Qingqing didn't give himself face at all in the place where he had stayed for so long.

"I thought last night that if such a special charm can be integrated into the song, it must be a huge breakthrough in the musical form!" Teacher Ai has immersed herself in her own world.

Isn't there already a bunch of dialect songs!

Ye Qingqing was thinking about how to respond appropriately and uprightly, when she saw Ayou as if she didn't know what his teacher was talking about, and continued to say to her: "Last night was really, it was all mountain goods!" Tut-tut, I can't usually eat it! ”

"I'm an environmentalist." Ye Qingqing replied politely.

"Uh, ah, really?"

"Well," Ye Qingqing nodded, with a sincere expression, "So, the mountain goods you are talking about must be vegetarian dishes like mushrooms and bamboo shoots, right?" ”

Ayu smiled dryly: "Hey, hey, yes." ”

"Wow! Envy! Ye Qingqing said exaggeratedly.

"Okay, okay," Teacher Ai couldn't take it anymore, "It's really, I said yesterday that they are too grand, so it's not good." ”

"Hey, aren't all local entertainers like this?"

"That's not it, now the big cities don't dare to entertain like this......"

"The mountain is high here, and the emperor is far away."

The two discussed and walked forward, Ye Qingqing cleared up again, and continued to look left and right. Although she has not been here for a long time, there are so many households on such a main road in a town, she walked on the road "again", and she felt like she went to school when she was Ye Atang, and she could even remember the appearance and basic situation of those people passing by in her mind.

The grandmother of this family had a fight with her grandmother......

The man in the back was beaten out on the street by his wife at noon......

Hey, the tongs are still hanging here? The heart is really big, this thing is now a cultural relic, and I am not afraid of being stolen.

Ye Qingqing walked like this, feeling as if he was walking in a time and space tunnel, and the surrounding air to the street scene, from the clouds in the sky to the stone road under his feet were all forty years ago.

Only she and Ayu and Teacher Ai, who didn't know anything before, were not "composers from the city", but time travelers who had traveled over forty years.

Hey, don't think about it anymore, Ye Qingqing, you really can't get out if you think about it again.

Ye Qingqing forced himself to close his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened his eyes again and strode to keep up with the person in front of him. But I didn't take two steps, and when the house on the right came to the end, a river and a familiar bridge suddenly appeared not far away from the street.

Ye Qingqing couldn't move away anymore at this glance, and he couldn't move.

Frost Bridge.

On the other side of the frost bridge...... It seems like......

A gust of wind blew, and she flickered her eyes, and felt that she saw a person walking out of the row of low and dilapidated houses on the other side of the frost bridge.

Thin, thin, but tall and straight. He was dressed in a navy blue coat and trousers, clean and neat. He carried a whitened army-green backpack on his shoulder and a stack of books in his hand.

He took a washed and dried handkerchief from the pole next to him, folded it briefly, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, and looked up at her.

He laughed and beckoned to her.

In the morning light, his figure loomed, as if he was about to melt into the waves of water, and as if he was about to disappear into the sun.

In the blink of an eye, he was literally gone.

…… Don't do it.

…… She, at least when she was Ye Atang, had never seen Tang Erxing like this.

…… Tang Jixing in this scene is really like a male god who has fallen into the mortal world, unattainable but people can't help but want to fall into it.

Could it be that this is Ah Tang's memory?

Or is it her hypothesis? Or is it purely a projection of time?

No matter what it was, Ye Qingqing only knew that the incident she deliberately ignored after "coming back" refused to let her go after all.

Ah Tang is still there.

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