The fireworks gradually went out, the sound of the piano flute had long since disappeared, only the surrounding pavilions were still lit, and Nangong Jinyu hugged Ruo Xi's waist and looked at the starry sky.

The sky was endless, a deep blue, and the stars were sparse, one light and one dark.

"Sorry."

"What's wrong?"

"Can you sing a song? I want to hear you sing. ”

Ruoxi thought about it and sang: "The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door and tormented the world."

The dream is cold, and there are a few love debts in a lifetime

Such as you default to life and death, etc

Waiting for the rings of the year

The Futu Pagoda broke several layers and broke someone's soul

The pain went straight to the mountain gate where a broken lamp collapsed

Let me wait for history to turn around

Waiting for the wine to be mellow and waiting for you to play a guzheng

The rain is deep, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep

I've heard that you're always alone

The mottled gates are entrenched in the roots of old trees

The stone slab reverberated and waited

The rain is deep, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep

I have heard that you are still guarding the lonely city

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village

Fate is rooted in us

Listening to the laughter of youth envy many people

The annals of history are too ruthless if they are gentle and refusing to write

Fireworks are easy to cold and easy to separate

And you're asking me if I'm serious

After a thousand years, who is waiting for the deep love of the world

And how can Qingshi not really Wei Shu Luoyang City

If you have crossed paths with a past life

Follow the red dust and follow me all my life

The rain is deep, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep

I've heard that you're always alone

The mottled gates are entrenched in the roots of old trees

The stone slab reverberated and waited

The rain is deep, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep

I have heard that you are still guarding the lonely city

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village

Fate is rooted in us

The rain is deep, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep

I've heard that you're always alone

The mottled gates are entrenched in the roots of old trees

The stone slab reverberated and waited

The rain is raining one after another, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep

I've heard you've heard you're still guarding the lonely city

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village

Fate is rooted in us

Fate is rooted in us

Garan Temple listens to the sound of rain and looks forward to eternity"

When Ruoxi finished singing, when he looked down, he saw that Nangong Jinyu had fallen asleep on top of him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Actually, Nangong Jinyu, you are sometimes very good!" Ruoxi gently kissed Nangong Jinyu's cheek, and then fell asleep.

When he got up early in the morning, Ruoxi found that he was not in Haiyue Tower, but in a room, and Ruoxi walked out, and saw Master Yanran standing in front of a row of green bamboos.