Tonight is indeed unusual, when Chang Lin found Shengzi here, standing in the corner on one side, there was also a man in black looking at him fixedly.

At first, there was a little confusion on his face, until the little old man standing next to him said something softly, and the expression on his face changed to a mocking smile.

But he didn't look too much, only glanced at it for a moment, and then turned his gaze.

After Yang Tianyi said that there were still three fairies to perform, everyone's hearts were even more agitated. A pair of eyes with anticipation and ** turned to those beauties.

Yang Tianyi looked at the three beauties with a smile, and seeing that they didn't make an obvious statement, he said to Shi Bing on the side: "Fairy Shi, I don't know if I can let everyone see the fairy?" ”

Shi Bing's appearance is cold, but in fact, it is just because she has no eyes. In this kind of place where heroes gather, she was not far behind, and now she heard Yang Tianyi open her mouth. She nodded slightly, then stood up.

On Shi Bing's face, there will never be an obvious change in expression, and her cold expression makes her temperament so unattainable. She walked towards the stage step by step, her back straight, and she didn't seem to be affected by the eyes of everyone around her.

Yang Lan Gege smiled, her big eyes flashed a few times, and she said to Chang Lin, who was looking at her with a smile: "This Miss Shi is so interesting, she is obviously proud in her heart, but she walks so steadily." Chang Lin smiled bitterly and thought to himself: What does it mean to walk so steadily? The little girl doesn't know how to use words at all.

He knew that Yang Lan meant that Shi Bing was obviously happy, but his joy and anger did not show on the outside. However, she is young after all, which makes her facial expressions a little stiff and unnatural.

Yang Lan rolled her eyes and said happily to Chang Lin: "Chang Lin, why don't you go up and perform too?" As soon as he finished speaking, the muscles on Chang Lin's face twitched a few times. I saw him turn his head with difficulty, looking at Yang Lan's eyes with complexity. In the end, he just chuckled and said, "You go up?" Aren't you afraid that Long Zizi will catch you and be your daughter-in-law? ”

Yang Lan shuddered, glanced at Long Zizi and Zhu Neng, stuck out her tongue, and secretly wondered how she had forgotten these big things? She glanced at Chang Lin a little embarrassed, smiled, and closed her mouth tightly.

Chang Lin smiled softly and did not speak again.

At this time, Shi Bing walked to the pile of musical instruments on the side in the eyes of everyone. She looked at it and reached out to take out a jade flute.

Jade flute? I love this! Yang Lan's big eyes lit up with excitement, her little hands were clenched tightly, and an expression of impatience floated on her face.

Shi Bing took the jade flute, walked to the stage, took out a handkerchief with beautiful movements, and gently wiped it. After wiping, she placed the jade flute on her red lips. As soon as she made this movement, there was a gasping sound from below.

The gasping sound was loud. Yang Lan looked at it in a blink of an eye, and she also knew why everyone was excited. The beauty is like jade, with red lips and dotted eyes, with this jade flute, it constitutes a beautiful picture.

This picture, even Yang Lan thinks it is beautiful, it is very moving.

The sound of the flute sounded and came continuously. The sound of the flute is mysterious and distant, deep and vicissitudes, like crying and complaining. As soon as it sounded, it aroused the sadness in people's hearts.

There are not many people who listen carefully to the flute, and most people's attention is still on the beauty. Shi Bing is now dressed in a white shirt, and the plain white clothes are worn on her body, only to see light and fluttering.

She stood in the middle of the field, already quite tall. The slender body, the white shirt, the white jade-like hands holding the jade flute as white as the hand, the red lips are lightly pursed, and the bright eyes are slightly closed, revealing only a deep ray of ghostly light. It's a beautiful scene.

It was so beautiful that Li Qiong, who was sitting below, regretted a little why she chose the piano instead of the flute.

The beauty is originally a beautiful scenery. The beauty of this scenery even overshadows the sound of Xiao itself.

I only heard the sound of the flute turning slightly, and it became intermittent. Then, the intermittent sound of the flute suddenly made a sonorous sound.

This voice startled everyone at first, and their frivolous expressions gradually became solemn. Listen carefully, the sound of the flute is still faintly coming, very strange, obviously she is blowing the flute alone, but there are two sounds. One is a sonorous sound, and the other is a faint and unreachable ethereal flute sound.

This hand was exposed, and the audience was immediately shocked. Whether it is the person who looks at the person or the person who listens to the flute, the expression of the person who does not give it becomes solemn.

Gradually, the sonorous sound became smaller and smaller, and the faint sound of the flute became louder and closer. Gradually the two voices become one. At the same time as the two voices merged into one, the music suddenly changed and became lingering. For example, in the spring of March, flowers are in full bloom, green grass is shady, and the sky is still raining lightly.

In such a sky, in such a temperament, a looming beautiful figure appeared in everyone's minds. The figure was like a fairy and a dream, ethereal and unpredictable.

Just when everyone was longing for it and hurting their minds for it, the sound of the flute turned into ice and snow, endless white, and endless sky. Between heaven and earth, there is no color except white.

In this vast and lonely white, the figure of a young man in white clothes is gradually moving away. The figure was tall and straight, but there was unspeakable sadness and loneliness.

I don't know why, hearing this, in front of Yang Lan's eyes, Sanyu's figure appeared. It seems that in the sound of the flute, the person who blows the flute can hear the affection and longing for the young man in white, as well as the faint sadness and helplessness.

Yang Lan couldn't help but look at Shi Bing seriously, and now her face also showed a faint trace of sadness. A kind of sorrow that can't be fulfilled, but can't let go.

Yang Lan's heart suddenly moved, and she thought: Could it be that she fell in love with Sanyu?

Listening to it again, the lingering and lovesick feelings in the sound of the flute have become more and more obvious. And in this obvious lovesickness, there is also a bitter sound that is nowhere to be touched, far away in the sky.

Quietly making a grimace, Yang Lan put her hand on Chang Lin's shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "Chang Lin, this master fairy likes your family Changyu!" ”

When Chang Lin heard this, he immediately turned his head and looked at her seriously. Seeing her innocent expression, there was only fun and happiness in her eyes, and she didn't seem to be jealous. He was happy at first, and then smiled bitterly: Such a small thing can let Yang Lan know that if she is jealous, then she will not be called Yang Lan.