Bar 320? ”

Zhu Luan blinked.

This is the part where Song Huaizhu made a mistake.

Is there something wrong with that part?

"Hey, what do you mean?" Mu Kezhi glared at the side, "Do you want to blame my family for your own mistake?" You ......"

The young man's voice was very loud, and he looked more aggressive than Song Huaizhu......

I don't remember when I became your family...... Zhu Luan was powerless to complain about the sudden hot-blooded young man beside him, and looked at Song Huaizhu helplessly, and was about to explain, but found that the man who was a little nervous before was stunned, as if the blister had been punctured, and suddenly fell silent.

"You ......" Mu Kezhi, who originally rolled up his sleeves and was ready to support Zhu Luan, couldn't stand his change and was stunned on the spot.

Duan Lizheng, who wanted to speak, was also stunned.

"That's not what I meant......"

The man's eyes exposed in the white jade mask were once again filled with mist, and he spoke apologetically.

"It's okay......" Zhu Luan didn't know what this situation was at all.

Song Huaizhu lowered his head slightly, staring into Zhu Luan's eyes, and his voice was lowered, almost muttering.

"I just want to know...... Who is ......?"

"You don't have to have a name...... You can also ...... with a general direction."

Zhu Luan had never seen Song Huaizhu like this...... No, maybe she's seen it.

That snowy night, Song Huaizhu, who was alone leaning on the broken wood, felt very similar to her now for some reason.

The third hundred and twentieth measure is the free bar, and it is the part that each creator can join with his or her own feelings.

Because this paragraph is about the soldiers' longing for their hometown.

It is a melody that represents the home in the heart of every soldier.

Everyone's memories are different, and the things that are added are different.

Some people will join the minor tune of field labor, some will join the song of their hometown, and some will join the lullaby that their mother hummed in their ears when they were young.

And what Zhu Luan joined was this.

"I don't know if I can help you......" Zhu Luan looked at Song Huaizhu, who was a little wrong in front of him, and said hesitantly, "That's ......"

Song Huaizhu raised his head when he heard this, his eyes brightened amazingly.

Zhu Luan continued, "That was a little song that my mother sang to me when I was a child......"

"Mother?" Song Huaizhu repeated in amazement.

Is that weird? Zhu Luan looked at him puzzled.

Although her own arrangement is also added to it, it is indeed from the minor tune that the queen mother hummed when she coaxed her when she was a child.

Although the tune is ancient and weird, and the style is not quite the same as the style of the Great Zhou tune, Zhu Luan likes it very much, and he likes to hum and play when he has nothing to do.

Looking at the sincere and unpretentious gaze of the girl in front of him, Song Huaizhu was silent for a moment, clenched his fists, and spoke again without giving up.

"It's a bit of a faux pas, though...... Excuse me...... Where is your mother now? ”

Zhu Luan's eyes froze, he clenched his chest, took a deep breath, raised his head and stared into the man's eyes.

"She's gone."

Song Huaizhu looked at her stunned, the aura on his body changed suddenly, and Monk Xuezhai immediately pounced from behind and pressed his hand on his shoulder.

But the next moment, the man himself suppressed his breath.

"I'm sorry." Song Huaizhu exhaled and regained his composure, with apologies in his eyes, "Asking such a question also reminds you of sadness." ”

Zhu Luan shook his head, "It's okay. ”

She smiled, "You just played well. ”

Song Huaizhu stared into her eyes and said softly, "You too." ”

After speaking, he turned around and looked at the Xuezhai monk who was stunned, "Let's go back." ”

Monk Xuezhai looked at him blankly and nodded, his eyes were complicated, "Okay, senior brother." ”

Song Huaizhu and Monk Xuezhai left side by side, and Zhu Luan looked at the man's back as always, and was about to turn around.

Suddenly, her steps paused, her eyes froze, and she turned back.

On the ground in the direction that Song Huaizhu left, there were drips of blood scattered on the ground.

Like a red plum blooming in the snow.

That's the blood that comes out of the cracks.

The last bell rang, and twilight enveloped the entire Fusu Mountain.

In the first nine years of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he tried all the moves of the six arts, and all the competitions were completed.

Torches were lit under the high stage, illuminating the anxious faces of everyone on and off the stage.

Duan Lizheng stood under the stage, rubbed the ink on his fingers with a blade of grass, and then looked sideways at the sleepy girl holding the pipa beside him.

The Six Arts are over, but as he expected before, when the competition between Zhu Luan and Song Huaizhu is over, the entire Six Arts is actually over.

Because after that contest in which the world was discolored, everything was boring.

"That is, only the calligraphy of Huizhou Yayuan is a bit interesting......"

"How do you feel that this year's Xie Yuan has no ability......"

"Dengzhou Xie Yuan is nothing more than that...... What is that mountain and flowing water...... It's really light as water......"

Looking at the people who were waiting for the announcement of the results of the six arts, Mu Kezhi smiled bitterly.

Where is the other Xie Yuan who has no ability, but those two who are so brilliant come and play, what will you listen to later......

Isn't it all light and water?

"So the Great Zhou is going to be over......" Just as Mu Kezhi smiled bitterly, the culprit next to him woke up and yawned and said.

Mu Kezhi looked at her speechlessly, and Duan Lizheng, who was smiling helplessly beside her, was about to speak, when a scream suddenly sounded in the crowd.

"It's coming!"

Then there was a chorus of exclamations in the mountains.

On the flagpoles of the two high platforms in the north and south, huge scrolls are being raised to the top of the flagpole step by step.

"In the ninth year of the first year, the results of the Six Arts of the Great Zhou Dynasty will be announced!"

The ceremonial officer shouted.

With a snap, when the scroll rose to the highest point, the ceremonial officer pulled the silk thread on the scroll, and rolled down with a grunt, and a long list appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Duan Lizheng closed his eyes and looked desperately at the top of the flagpole.

Will there be miracles in this world?

He didn't know what kind of mood he was in right now, and he didn't know whether he should believe in the world or not.

"Senior brother, do you believe in miracles?" In a pavilion on the mountainside, Monk Xuezhai stared at the lights in the distance and looked at the man standing side by side.

Song Huaizhu felt the pain in his palms and didn't speak, and the lights in the distance reflected in his icy eyes.

Suddenly there was a ringing in his ears, a lullaby that haunted him at the time when he was most painful, so painful that he wanted to die immediately and almost fell into a coma.

That voice baked his blood and tears in the slightest, warmed his body, saved his heart, and made him no longer fear death and parting, and was reborn.

The man opened his eyes, his eyes lit up with vivid emotion, and he suddenly spoke.

"I believe it."

In the distance, Duan Lizheng Huo Ran raised his head, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief, all the sounds seemed to be far away from him, and only Mu Kezhi said in a daze beside him.

"She won."