This exclamation made Ai Songqing feel sad.

She suddenly realized that she, Bai Ling, and the dead woman lying in the coffin in front of her, were like strange friends walking on the same road.

It's just that Miss Kong is in front, and she and Bai Ling have just set off.

Ai Songqing lowered his head, only to feel that the fear that had been pressed in his heart before suddenly turned into pity and sorrow.

Bai Ling also sighed.

"Since this Miss Kong chose us at the beginning, it was also a kind of fate...... We're going to see her off for the last time tonight. ”

"Hmm." Ai Songqing nodded vigorously, "You wait for me, I'll go get the piano." ”

……

In the front yard of the Lin house, Lin Daguan had been pressed to the ground by the brocade guards who broke into the door at this time.

He was already heartbroken tonight, but at this moment, a disaster suddenly fell from the sky, and his heart was born with a lonely heart.

"Why are you Jinyi guards arresting people? I'm honest in business, can't I ask someone to sing in my own house now? ”

Chen Yicong wears a hood, and half of his face is hidden in the shadows.

He looked at this Lin Daguan, a little impatient, "Shut his mouth." ”

Jin Yiwei immediately complied.

After a while, the girls were brought out, and Chen Yicong glanced at it and frowned, "Is that all?" ”

The two turtle paws were tied up by the brocade guard, "Answer!" ”

"Back to ...... Back to my lord! There are two other people, and they are still in the courtyard inside. Turtlepaw stumbled in reply.

Chen Yicong frowned, "What are you doing in the yard?" ”

"Give...... Sing to the dead. Turtlepaw whispered.

Chen Yicong's face turned pale when he heard this, and he stepped forward and kicked a turtle paw in the heart, kicking him to the ground.

Walking through the twists and turns of the corridor, Chen Yicong quickly led people to the main entrance of the Lin Mansion Small Theater Garden.

As they approached, they heard a thin, bitter string note from the cold night, and the sound of the piano was quite orderly, and it sounded probably improvised.

There was a woman's singing, rising in the mist of the night.

This familiar female voice made Chen Yicong suddenly slow down, he raised his hand to let the brocade guards stop, and then he looked for the singing voice to move forward.

- It's Bai Ling's voice, it's Bai Ling singing "Nine Mountains".

He heard it almost immediately, and his steps quickened.

"A river goes to a leisurely time, and a lotus flower floats on the surface of the ......"

In an instant, Chen Yicong felt that the deep and dim aisle around suddenly became familiar.

On one side of this corridor is a carved railing, and through the hollow stone wall, you can see everything in the small theater garden.

Chen Yicong looked at the figure on the stage, and his feet changed step by step, and finally walked behind the carved railing closest to the main entrance before stopping.

"When people go out, they laugh at me, and when they come home, they laugh at me and I am sad......"

The whole small theater was dark, only a candle was lit on the left and right sides of the stage.

In the faint candlelight, Bai Ling stood on the stage in a white dress, and a girl sat next to her, playing the piano.

Under the stage, a coffin stood diagonally in the middle of the courtyard.

"I didn't believe you when you said you were difficult, but I said that I was difficult......

There was no one here, except for the two girls, except for the long white flags that danced in the wind from time to time.

Chen Yicong slowly stretched out his hand and gently leaned against the nearby wall, his eyes had hardly left Bai Ling in the middle of the stage since he was on the stage.

This white dress reminded him of the lights on the shore of Jian'an Lake, and the amazing girl that night.

Boling is really suitable for wearing a white dress......

"It rains in the sky and the road is slippery, and I fall and climb ...... by myself"

On the stage, Bai Ling sang every sentence very slowly.

This is obviously not a drama, but she still learns the actions of the actors, sometimes throwing a water sleeve, sometimes turning her head slightly, raising her hand and retreating.

Chen Yicong suddenly felt that time was back to that rainy evening a few years ago.

He always remembered that evening—Bai Ling sat in the corridor of the small courtyard, singing "Nine Mountains" softly, and embroidering his purse with his head down.

That night, Bai Ling dried his hair from the rain and combed his hair.

The brightly lit room felt warm and cozy, like a haven in a storm...... He still misses it to this day.

Chen Yicong looked at the stage, even in such a gloomy mourning hall, Bai Ling tonight was still the same gentle and calm, no different from before - this is exactly what his favorite Bai Ling looks like.

Among those falling white flags, Bai Ling is alive and smart...... This agility is even stronger because of the dull and dead air of this courtyard.

Chen Yicong suddenly felt that his eyes were a little hot.

On the stage, Bai Ling turned around, changed his tune, and changed another song.

She looked at the girl who was playing for her, and the two looked at each other and smiled, and the sound of the girl's piano was thick for a moment, and then she sang with Bai Ling again.

"The wind and rain take away the night, the grass drips dew, everyone praises together, how beautiful life is......

Not again...... This strange, never-before-seen ballad.

Chen Yicong suddenly laughed dumbly, if they were still friends today as before, then when he asked where this song was, Bai Ling would probably still answer - this is our Qian Sang folk song.

"My life and hope are always at odds with each other, and you and I are on both sides of the river, forever separated by a river......"

Chen Yicong slowly clenched his hands.

What he saw made him breathe a sigh of relief, but there was a lot of resentment and loss out of thin air—this was not what he had expected.

He's ...... tonight Obviously, she came to save her.

To this end, he imagined many scenes—perhaps tears, helplessness, stubbornness, hesitation, or unforgiveness......

None of this matters.

Chen Yicong didn't really care whether Bai Ling was willing or unwilling to accept the salvation from him.

It doesn't matter if he is willing to admit it, or if he doesn't want to admit it, he will prove to her with practical actions that those unbearable pains and embarrassments that are difficult to break through...... In fact, it was only in his thoughts.

If she's had enough of suffering here...... You can always go back.

He can ignore his past suspicions, as long as Bai Ling is willing to show the same sincerity.

But now it seems that Bai Ling doesn't need any help at all, because she is still the same at all—she used to be like this in the Imperial Garden, in the small courtyard, and now she has fallen into the Hundred Flowers...... It's still like this.

Chen Yicong stood quietly outside the wall, his brows furrowed again - it was pointless to break into the door at this moment, and it would probably only be embarrassing.

The singing is still as good, but Chen Yicong has no intention of appreciating it anymore. He stood outside the wall for a few more moments, then quietly turned and strode away.

Bai Ling's singing voice was gradually left behind him, and the corners of Chen Yicong's mouth sank slightly.

If there's anything more unbearable than heartbreak, it's probably "futile".

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