The song is an old song, "Evening on the outskirts of Moscow".

Bai Ling sang, how good the night was, how hearty it was, in this charming night......

Zhang Jingzhen's hand slowly tapped the rhythm on his knees, although he didn't know the next words, but the tune was so catchy that he could hum along with the siblings after listening to only one paragraph.

"The river flows quietly, with slight waves, the water reflects the silver moonlight, a breeze, a gust of singing, what a quiet evening......"

"My sweetheart, sit next to me, silently watching me silently......"

Hearing this, Chen Yicong suddenly felt his heart tremble slightly.

"I want to tell you, but I'm embarrassed, how many words remain in my heart......"

His gaze was almost like a swallow on a rainy day, briskly skimming over his sweetheart's face, and then casually casting it on the orange-red charcoal basin.

"The long night is fast gone, the sky is bright, I wish you from the bottom of my heart, good girl; I hope that from now on, you and I will never forget—"

Bai Ling and Bai Yi stopped singing here.

The next sentence was, "Evening outside Moscow".

But how to explain where Moscow is?

So the two of them coincidentally stuck their shells here.

"Gone?" Zeng Jiuyan looked at it a little blankly, "There should be another sentence, it's that-mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm~"

Listening to Zeng Jiuyan's humming, Bai Ling laughed, and she curled the hair around her ears, "...... I can't remember the words. ”

"yes, I don't remember either......"

"Another Chan Sang's folk song?" Chen Yicong asked.

"Hmm." The brother and sister nodded at the same time, Bai Yi looked at Bai Ling, and said with some uncertainty, "Qian Sang...... An evening in the suburbs? ”

"yes," Bai Ling thought for a moment, "and that's it. ”

"Since ancient times, the soldiers of Qiansang Zhai have been famous all over the world, and the ancestors relied on them to achieve great things." Zhang Jingzhen smiled and sighed, "It is worthy of being a local folk song, and those nine songs are sung straightforwardly." ”

"Straightforward?" Zeng Jiuyan frowned slightly, "This song is sung to the end, and it doesn't say whether people have said it to their sweethearts." ”

Zhang Jingzhen stroked his palm and thought about it, "I think there is a hint, the first two paragraphs of the song are descriptions, and the third paragraph talks about the singer's heart, but the fourth paragraph is a little faintly goodbye, like the sky is slightly bright, and people are about to set off, so I left my heartfelt blessings and said a vow that I will never forget——"

"Why didn't the two of them exchange vows after declaring their hearts?" Chen Yicong interjected.

Zhang Jingzhen was stunned for a moment, "...... Also, there's nothing wrong with understanding it that way. ”

He thought about it again, "Maybe the current situation is easy to think of the eve of a man's battle."

I wanted to pour out my heart, but because I was going to leave home soon, I didn't know if I would be able to come back alive, so I simply suppressed this good feeling in my heart first—but the two of them spent the night outside together, and sang a song and spread it...... Is this really okay? ”

"Maybe Qian Sang's people are civilized," Zeng Jiuyan said with a smile, "I've read some similar stories in the wild history collection before—"

"Stop, stop," Zhang Jingzhen raised his hand and took Zeng Jiuyan by the hand, "Put away your meat talk, it's not appropriate to do this tonight." ”

Zeng Jiuyan laughed, he stood up and moved his hands and feet, turned around and said, "Anyway, I don't like this song, I don't say what I should say, I keep my words in my heart, and it doesn't look like what you do at all-"

Chen Yicong was drinking tea on the side, and choked out when he heard this. Lu Dou hurriedly stepped forward to pat Chen Yicong on the back, and he waved his hand to let Lu Dou go down.

Zeng Jiuyan was unaware of this, and continued, "Bai Yi, do you have any more exciting songs there?" The kind that sounds good. ”

"Yes," Bai Ling answered, she looked at Bai Yi, "Katyusha counts, right?" "The Song of the Youth League Members" is also counted, right? ”

"Count, count!"

Like "Evening on the outskirts of Moscow", these two old Soviet songs are singing about specific scenes, specific stories.

Although it sounds very different from the tune style in the southeast of the Great Zhou Dynasty, whether it is watching the return of a beloved in his hometown, or a young man listening to the horn and embarking on a journey......

These moods have been the same since ancient times.

Although Zeng Jiuyan could neither garrison the frontier and defend his family and the country, nor did he have any distant girls to miss in his heart, he was still very happy singing these songs.

In one night, he learned the songs of Katyusha and the Youth League members, and by the way, he discussed with Zhang Jingzhen how there was still someone surnamed "Ka", Zhang Jingzhen directly asked him if he had heard of "Ka's Fire Dragon", maybe the world is so big, there is no surname in the first place.

Chen Yicong on the side instantly looked over - Carl Sagan's fire dragon was a story that Bai Ling had told him.

It's just that he doesn't understand why Zhang Jingzhen also knows that Bai Ling's class doesn't even have lecture notes and review books...... Could it be that she also talked to Zhang Jingzhen in person?

This thought made Chen Yicong frown for a moment.

……

At this time, in the Qin Garden, Heng Yuanjun leaned on the bed and listened to Han Chong talk about the recent investigation and discoveries one by one.

There was also a porcelain bowl on the table not far from him, and more than half of the black taro rice was left in it.

After the snow fell, his cough did improve slightly, and he used to be barely able to eat at night, but today he has eaten a small bowl of rice.

"Okay, these...... There is no need to talk about it," Heng Yuanjun lightly interrupted Han Chong's report, "Let's just say your judgment." ”

“…… There has been nothing unusual about Bai Ling recently. Han Chong's voice was slow, "What Ming Gong wants, the evidence that she wants to escape, her subordinates can't find it." ”

Heng Yuanjun raised his eyebrows in a little surprise, he picked up the cold tea on the bedside table, and muttered softly, "Actually...... Can it be so watertight? ”

"It's the incompetence of subordinates."

Heng Yuanjun shook his head, "No, Han Chong, your train of thought is wrong......

"Please make it clear."

"I'm not asking you to check if there is anything abnormal in Bai Ling, whether you want to escape," Heng Yuanjun coughed slightly, he took out the handkerchief, temporarily covered his mouth and nose, and waited for this period of discomfort to pass, he said in a low voice, "but regard this as an inevitable result, and then dig out...... Clue.

"You're going to push her, all the sparse and ordinary behaviors, a step or two back, and then think about it and see if there's any other possibility."

Han Chong frowned slightly.

"Do you understand that your neighbors are suspicious of the axe?" Heng Yuanjun said in a low voice, with a somewhat self-deprecating smile on his face, "I believe that she is going to escape first, and then it will be easier to find clues......"

Han Chong was silent for a moment, still a little puzzled.

"Why?" He said softly, "Why must Ming Gong believe that Bai Ling will leave. ”

"Because ......," Heng Yuanjun breathed a sigh of relief, "she will never follow Junping's old path again." ”

Speaking of this, Heng Yuanjun suddenly remembered Bai Ling's sentence "Don't approach that good night gently" when he played chess that day.

He himself smiled somewhat uncertainly.

Maybe it's just following Junping's old path.

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