When Kong Qinglan saw the flute and lyre that Nangong Xuehai refined for him, he also loved it very much, was very excited, and was very moved.

In order to commemorate this special gift, he also gave them special names: the name of the flute is called - love snow, and the name of the lyre is called - love snow.

When Nangong Xuehai heard the name at first glance, her delicate body couldn't help but tremble, and while she was happy, she felt that it was too numb.

So, she tried to persuade Kong Qinglan to change one, but he was unusually insistent, there was no way, she had to follow him.

Since then, the two of them have played the piano and flute together many times, and the relationship between the two is getting deeper and stronger day by day......

"What's wrong??"

Seeing that Nangong Xuehai had not moved, Wuchen opened his eyes suspiciously and asked.

"Oh no, nothing ......"

Nangong Xuehai, whose thoughts were interrupted, instantly came back to her senses and smiled embarrassedly,

"I'll do it for you...... Play. ”

As he spoke, he picked up the strings with his fingers, and the beautiful, ethereal and slightly sad melody flowed out like a mountain stream......

At the same time, her lips opened and she sang along with the melody:

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, I don't know what year the palace is tonight, I want to go back by the wind, and I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, the height is not cold...... People have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, this matter is difficult to complete, I hope people will last a long time, thousands of miles...... Gong Chanjuan. ”

In this life, she has nothing else to wish for, but hopes that her family, relatives, lovers, and friends can get the happiness and joy she wants.

Nangong Xuehai's voice is slightly lower than that of ordinary women, and her singing voice is not very sweet and crisp, but it has a unique distant taste like water and song, sparse and slanted......

After Nangong Xuehaiqin played, after singing, Wuchen was still deeply immersed in the lyrics and artistic conception.

He had never heard such a beautiful tune, never heard such a beautiful singing, and had never heard such a meaningful lyric......

Oh, not right,

He had already heard her sing once, and that was during the Flying Immortal Sect's trials......

But the difference is that

That time she sang a cappella, and the artistic conception of the two songs was completely different.

That song sounds warm to people's hearts, but this song is chic and heroic, but there is a touch of loneliness and sadness.

If he had to choose, he would prefer ...... This one.

Qionglou Yuyu, is it cold in high places??

Hehe, it's a little similar to him, he's lived in the world for so long, and he's been a single person, isn't he??

Lonely?? Lonely?

There will definitely be, it's just a habit.

People have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, yes, life is unsatisfactory eight or nine times out of ten......

Even immortals and gods who live with heaven and earth are no exception!!

"Elder Wuchen, are you alright?"

Nangong Xuehai saw that Wuchen was still lazily leaning on the bamboo, she didn't open her eyes half-loud, and she didn't say a word, and she couldn't help but beat a drum in her heart.

Do you want to change another song??

"It's okay, I'm fine."

It should be said that it has never been so good.

The dust-free lips hooked, the narrow eyes slowly opened, and the light at that moment was even more beautiful and deep than the stars in the sky.

"Snow Sea, was this lyric originally a poem??"

Wuchen asked in a faint tone.

Nangong Xuehai shook his head,

"Not poetry, to be precise, but ...... Word. ”

There is no concept of words in this world.

"Words??"

Wuchen narrowed his eyes, and then asked,

"Did you do it?"

"It's not."

Nangong Xuehai replied honestly.

"Who's that??"

Wuchen asked again.