Watching the beauty walk away, Li Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then heard the faint laughter from his companions. couldn't help but speed up his pace and walked towards Sanyu and the three.

As he walked, he shouted, "This young lady, may I ask Fang's name?" Xiaosheng is real," before he finished speaking, Liji suddenly turned around and said coldly: "What kind of little life?" Self-righteous stinky man, stay away from Miss Ben! ”

She is a martial artist, and she is murderous when she speaks. Li Zheng was so frightened that he took a few steps back, and stood on the ground with a pale face, not coming back to his senses for a long time.

Although the beauty is seductive, the real Jianghu people are still a little scary. So the rich boy immediately retreated to his companion's side, and did not look any more.

Time flies, and soon, the night comes, and a few stars hang in the sky, twinkling and twinkling to tell the eternal mysteries.

Yang Lan and the others were still sitting outside the boat, and some of them had already entered the cabin to rest. Watching the water and the sky at night makes Yanglan feel very comfortable. She hugged Sanyu's arm and happily sat at the stern of the boat and counted the stars.

Liki sat next to the two of them, quietly watching the two of them next to each other, not leaving or talking. The lonely and persistent look made a person as indifferent as Sanyu a little uncomfortable.

Several times he opened his mouth and told her to leave. But she always looked at him with such affection, which made people like Sanyu a little helpless.

Yang Lan didn't care about this, her idea was very simple. When she was happy with Sanyu, she hugged her, and when she was fun with him, she followed. Everything is natural.

At night, a few lights drifted from time to time on the lake. Yang Lan turned to the boat boss and asked crisply, "Uncle boat, is that also a nocturnal boat?" ”

The old man she called was an old man in his fifties. The long life on the lake has made people look old. When he heard Yang Lan's question, he smiled so hard that his wrinkles narrowed: "Yes, this lake is open and connects several important roads. So there are ships passing by all year round. Sometimes it's busy, and the lights don't stop all night. There is one place fifty meters away, and it is lively. ”

Yang Lan listened interestingly, blinked a few times with big eyes, and asked happily: "Uncle boat, is it fun to operate the boat?" Are there any robbers here? ”

As soon as he heard her mention the robbers, the old man immediately shouted a few times, "Amitabha, Tong Yan Wuji, Tong Yan Wu Ji!" He hurriedly made a strange gesture. Then he said anxiously: "Girl, this is unlucky, you can't say it again." There was a hint of reproach in his voice.

Although she didn't understand why he was so nervous, Yang Lan stuck out her tongue and really didn't say anything anymore.

Putting her head on Sanyu's shoulder, Yang Lan made a grimace at him and whispered in his ear: "Sanyu, this old man is so timid, hehe, he must have been scared." ”

Sanyu looked at her quiet little face and big sparkling eyes in the starlight. My heart was filled with an indescribable joy. He turned his face away and took her little hand and placed it on his own.

Yang Lan was stunned for a moment, looking at him with his face against his hand, although his eyes did not look at himself, but his face looking at the lake was full of joy. Suddenly, a surge of joy welled up in her heart. I don't know why, but there is a kind of trepidation.

Feeling Yang Lan's gaze, he turned his head sideways and lightly imprinted a kiss on Yang Lan's forehead. After the kiss, his handsome face was already flushed. Under Yang Lan's excited gaze, Sanyu whispered and laughed, "Yang Lan? ”

Yang Lan let out an "um" and looked at him with big eyes. After waiting for a while, he called softly: "Yang Lan? ”

Yang Lan hummed again, until Sanyu called her twice: "Yang Lan, Yang Lan!" She realized that he was just telling himself to play.

Feeling the joy and love in his voice, Yang Lan's heart was full all of a sudden. Although I was still confused and uncomfortable, after all, the full feeling prevailed.

Blowing the lake breeze, Yang Lan opened her small mouth and sang softly:

The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.

If you follow it, the road is long and obstructive. Swim from it, like in the middle of the water.

The leaves are desolate, and the white dew is not dawning. The so-called Yi people are in the water of the Mae.

Obey it, and the road is obstructed. Swim from it, just like in the water.

The leaves are picked, and the white dew is not over. The so-called Yi people are in the water.

Obey it, and the road is blocked and right. Swim from it, like being in the water.

The crisp and delicate singing voice gently called out a kind of hazy and obsessive affection, and the voice kept drifting out in the night wind, along the wind, along the water, and slowly flowed to the bottom of people's hearts.

She sang vigorously, and sang this somewhat sad poem with a bit of lingering and joy. Rao is like this, and everyone who was hiding in the cabin was still attracted by the singing, and they all came out one by one. Even the woman with the hat and the rich sons walked outside one by one.

Yang Lan's singing voice is different from the singing voice of this world, her voice has an ethereal beauty that seems to fit a certain natural rhythm. And as soon as she is emotional, she will naturally join the skill of sound confusion. Several reasons are combined, and the poem that came out of her mouth is no less than the Shengyin of Sheng's son.

Everyone was fascinated, looking at the two people sitting next to each other in a daze, and their hearts had drifted to the sky with the light singing.

Yang Lan sang happily, and Sanyu turned her head to look at her side face, listening to it in fascination. There was a total unforgettable affection and obsession in his eyes.

He has never liked poetry, but at this moment, listening to the famous song in this poetry classic, he was deeply moved. I feel that it touches the deepest string in my heart, and I feel that my heart has been cut open by this song, naked in the wind, naked confused and loved.

A talented rich boy standing at the bow of the boat looked at the pair and listened to the sweet singing. couldn't help but whisper: "On such a beautiful night, with lovers together, how can you sing such a song?" It doesn't seem to be very lucky. ”

No one cared about his self-talk, Yang Lan was deeply intoxicated with the singing, and was intoxicated with the ethereal sadness and obsession of the singing.

Liji listened blankly, glanced at Sanyu from time to time, and secretly thought in her heart: Sanyu, I am also sad to you, and the white dew is not dawning. If you follow it, the road will be blocked!

Thinking about it, she was worried, and couldn't help singing softly with Yang Lan's singing:

The leaves are picked, and the white dew is not over. The so-called Yi people are in the water.

Obey it, and the road is blocked and right. Swim from it, like being in the water.

Suddenly, the light and delicate female voice, and Liji's sad and glutinous singing, slowly drifted away in the night breeze.