Lu Qi left quickly with great interest, and closed the wooden door by the way.

It's not spacious, and some dim rooms are left with Changle and Jiang Xian.

A veritable lonely man and a widow.

Changle sat on the edge of the couch, and Jiang Xian sat on the bench opposite her, the atmosphere was more strange than ambiguous.

Jiang Xian cleared his throat: "I'm sleepy." ”

didn't want him to be so direct, Changle didn't know what to say for a while, for fear of being caught by the scoundrel and taking advantage of his words.

"Then you lie down on the table for a while."

Jiang Xian laughed: "Are you serious?" ”

Changle countered him: "Where do I look not serious? ”

"You're not going to make up your mind to sit all night, are you? It's hard to think about, how did you suddenly become so awkward? He remembered the Changle who tried to seduce him in the carriage.

"This time and that time."

"I can't think that once I take you to Yongchang, maybe I'll be thrown out of the clouds." Jiang Xian seemed a little frustrated.

Changle saw that he was pretending to be quite similar, and couldn't help laughing: "You are an immortal, you should have been outside the clouds." ”

Jiang Xian turned his head and smiled secretly, "I'm really sleepy, and the immortals also have to cultivate, can you let me come to the stay?" Sister of the Zhao family. ”

As always, it was frivolous, but it made Changle regain that sense of familiarity. The Jiang Xian she knew seemed to be like this.

Changle moved to the other end of the couch, as far away from him as possible.

Seeing that he took off his shoes and untied his coat, intending to take off his trousers, Changle stopped him and said, "Enough is enough." ”

Jiang Xian stopped the movement in his hand, "Uncle Seven's pants are short and narrow, and they are very uncomfortable to wear, in this way, my sleep will not be fully guaranteed, and my injuries will not heal as soon as possible, and every time we stay here for one more day, the crisis will be deeper, that shadow girl is unknown, like a ghost, a pair of eyes are very sharp, in case she sees through it, it will be troublesome." ”

Changle knew that whether it was crooked reasoning or truth, she was not his opponent in the fight, so he closed his eyes: "Then you please, I don't want to look at it, I'm afraid of corns." ”

I heard Jiang Xian's unbridled laughter.

Thinking that the time was almost up, Changle slowly opened his eyes, Jiang Xian had already lay down, with one leg crossed and covered with a thin mattress, looking very comfortable.

He didn't really sleep, but intensified his request: "Changle, I'll listen to the folk songs of your Jiao country." ”

Changle picked him hard with his eyes.

"In the past, when I was in the house, the two girls took turns singing songs to me, I missed them." One continued to say shamelessly.

Changle understood what he was thinking about, and seized every opportunity to laugh at him: "You two lovely people have a good memory and a good dream!" After speaking, he leaned back and pulled a quilt to cover half of his head.

Jiang Xian said to himself: "If you don't sing, then I'll sing it." ”

She thought he was just a boring joke, but he actually sang, and his voice was low: "Morning glory, climbing the hedge, kingfishers standing in the treetops; Small lake, pink face, dragonfly flashing big eyes...... Upstairs, outside the mountains, heavy flowers and butterflies, I asked where the years flowed, so far away that I couldn't touch them, I asked when the green silk was like snow, don't wait for Fanghua to be empty and sad...... "The tune is very beautiful, eloquent, as if telling a heart.

His voice was so beautiful that Changle unconsciously closed his eyes and muttered: "Your song is far more lovely than people." ”

She thought that he was not without any artistic talent, and perhaps not as vulgar as she imagined.

"It's your turn." He poked a foot out from under the futon and touched Changle, who was bent on his knees and was about to fall asleep.

Changle suddenly woke up, realizing that Jiang Xian's singing had been extinguished at some point, yes, extinguished, just like the only oil lamp in the room, all of them were extinguished.

Her thoughts were long and long, and in the darkness she opened her lips and sang, the memories that her mother had left her.

“…… The boat, gently rocking, the water splashes, piece by piece, the little carp, swimming around will not be sleepy, the sky is cloudy, one by one, floating, the wind blows, the rain falls, the little carp hides home...... The sound of oars, the sound of cormorants, quickly hide the ...... of the mother"

The familiar melody moistened her eyes again, and she sang a paragraph without continuing, neither of them could see each other clearly, only the rhythm of the breathing sounded to suggest that she had him by her side, and he had her by his side.