As soon as the lute sounded above, the boatman also came to his senses: "This must be poinsettias, she has the best voice, and she is higher than everyone else." ”

Wu Zhen laughed horribly: "You even understand this? ”

"Hey, she's been singing on the boat since she was eleven years old, and I'm listening to it from below, and I'll know when I hear more, and I'll know who it is when I cross the door. The girls are all different in their tunes, and there is a step-by-step girl, who doesn't want anything to accompany her, but sings a little bit on the small drum, and sings so crisply. ”

I felt a little sorry in my heart, I got on the boat at the age of eleven to sing and laugh and beg for a living, and I probably got off the boat before I sang before I was twenty.

But after getting off the ship, maybe it will be worse.

I won't say anything bad about the scenery at such times, and when it gets dark, there is only a small oil lamp in our cabin, and the faint flame flickers slightly in the night wind. Wu Zhen took out the sugar peanuts and small noodles and fruits she bought and spread them on the small table.

I pinched a peanut and didn't eat it, and the poinsettia on the big boat sang like a warbler.

The song sings about the full moon of flowers, the sound of water waves on the lake, and the long hanging willow branches brushing on the canopy overhead, which is indescribably bleak.

If you think about it, the big ship must be lively, and no one may listen to the music seriously.

Wu Zhen held his cheeks and looked like he was listening, but his eyes were a little drifting, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The cabin was narrow, and although Wen Fei sat farther away, the middle distance was only a foot away.

Each other...... You can smell each other's breath.

Although he was on the way, he was not as unparticular as ordinary people, and when he was close to his head and body, he still smelled a fresh smell of soaphorn - and a faint scent of ink.

Wu Zhen tapped the edge of the table and whispered: "Listening to songs on the water is really different, listening to songs in the mountains, the voice is bright." Listen on the water. The voice is soft......"

"That's the person who sings, and the voice is soft."

Wu Zhen insisted: "It's just different." ”

There is music in the distance, and listening to the new and cheerful music makes people feel refreshed. The boatman was even more excited: "It's coming, it's coming." ”

"What's coming?"

"The one who fights the ring is coming." Seeing that we didn't understand, he explained with great interest: "This boat is the boat of Taojia Lane, and the eldest sister of Taojia Lane is a poinsettia, which is one of the best in our Maocheng." Here is another family, it is from Huiqiufang, and the mother of that family has worked hard to cultivate several girls. Like a pity for the moon, a little begonia. There is also a Liu E, who is a bright and good voice...... These two families often fight in the ring, and each has its own unique skills. As long as you encounter it, it's lively enough. ”

Wu Zhen teased him: "Your old man just knows that they have a good voice, but you don't know how they look?" ”

The boatman said seriously, "I really don't know. If I want to talk about each of them, I can hear who is who as soon as I open my mouth. But what does this look like...... Hehe, how blessed am I to see how good they look. ”

That's what it's saying.

The singing can be heard in vain. But the girl could not see it in vain.

"Still, some people have seen it. It was also in our boat, and that time a guest passed by on a boat, and when he heard someone singing on the boat, he also sang a song, which attracted the girl on the boat to come out and meet. It is said that they are all like fairy daughters...... "The boat boss glanced at Wu Zhen and looked at me quickly: "But I think that it must not be like the two girls...... So ......"

Wen Fei smiled slightly. Divert the conversation: "Listen to the tune." ”

It would be rude for this boatman to compare himself to us with a kabuki. Wen Fei diverged from his words, but Wu Zhen didn't care about this.

Sure enough, as soon as the ship of Huiqiufang came, it became even more lively, and you sang on the two boats. The more I sing, the more lively it becomes. I'm happy to hear the white song here. Suddenly, there was a cheer not far away, I was stunned at first, and then I reacted that this must be more than just one of us who is listening to the white drama here, and the boatman slapped his head: "Oh no, there will be people on the boat over there." Let's go, let's go. What kind of person is this, just listen to it, what kind of good thing is it, and the co-author still thinks that he is the uncle who spends money. ”

Wu Zhen pushed me: "That's how they sing, it's not as good as you." ”

The boatman pulled out the penny, and our boat slowly slid out from under the shadows of the trees.

"Wu Ning, you can sing a song too."

I held the faltering candle flame with one hand, and reached over with my other hand.

Wen Fei smiled at me by candlelight.

"Sing it, I want to hear it too."

"Okay, but I'll borrow your flute."

"Okay."

And he took out the flute he had with him.

I raised my head, thought about the words, and sang softly: "Brilliant moonlight, thinking of my hometown every night." ”

Wu Zhen sang with my tune: "The vast world is far away, and the sadness is far away." ”

Wu Zhen's voice was clearer than mine, and his singing voice was like a waterfowl with wings spread, passing lightly across the water.

The sound of drums and bamboos in the distance gradually subsided, and Wen Fei's flute sounded, as if it was in harmony. After listening to the first stanza, he was able to keep up with our singing.

At night, the lake is quiet and tranquil, and the sounds of songs, flutes, and paddles hitting the water are regularly and softly intertwined, making people feel at ease.

Through the candlelight, Wen Fei's eyes looked at me gently.

His gaze and my light are like two threads, tentative, expecting, slowly approaching, touching, intertwined, tightly connected.

Something, low and slow, spread out of his eyes, slowly, rushing towards me.

It is like the shallow fragrance of flowers in late spring, the slightly drunk wind in summer, and the faint aroma of wine in autumn nights......

There is something in my heart that grows slowly with this gaze. Maybe it was already there, and now it happens to wake up. Maybe it wasn't there in the first place, and now it's just happening.

I felt my heart beating so fast, pounding, pounding. For a while, I was afraid that others would hear it - but this voice, in this world, only I can hear it.

Perhaps, there is another person, who can also be heard.

It's like I think I understood him in this moment.

In the same way, he should have understood me at this moment.

"The clouds are stacked with thousands of snows, and the wind rises for another spring."

"A glass of wine, a couple, a drunken dream come true."

Wu Zhen said softly: "In the future, let's come again, and then go boating on this lake and listen to music." ”

I glanced at Wen Fei, who slowly put down the flute and said, "Okay." ”

I felt a little sad inexplicably, but I couldn't say why: "Then it's a decision, but I don't know what kind of people we will become at that time." ”

"Well, what else do you need to say? It must be a famous chivalrous man, a chivalrous woman. Wu Zhen chuckled, and accidentally knocked over the oil lamp, and the cabin suddenly became pitch black.

Wen Fei also laughed out loud in the dark.

It's like a dream, it's like a play, but the person in the play is himself.

At that time, I was only so drunk that I never thought about what would happen in the future.

Perhaps, it is not willing to think about it.

I closed my eyes and slowly opened them again.

For a while, I couldn't see clearly, and everything was only a vague outline, and after a while, it gradually became clear.

My father stood in front of me, his hand slowly lowered.

I looked around me and couldn't remember where it was or what had happened.

I am still immersed in the past, and the melody of the lake is still lingering in my ears.

That's not reality, it's just the past that once happened, buried deep in my memory.

Everything was so beautiful at that time, young and young, flowers before and under the moon, and the heart beat for others for the first time...... (To be continued)