"You go talk about this, with one condition, I want Lin Jing and Zhao Meili!" Jimo Qinglian said.

Qi Yanwu frowned slightly, but did not speak, Niu Dasha said very dissatisfiedly: "Sister, what do you care about those two women?" They do this to you, and they still help them? ”

"It's not like helping them!" Jimo Qinglian smiled bitterly, "I think it's not too much to attach this condition, right?" ”

"Yes!" Qi Yanwu nodded and said, "Those two women are completely insignificant to them, I'll just say it." ”

"In that case, I'll go back to sleep, and you can do the rest." Jimo Qinglian said.

"Okay!" Qi Yanwu agreed, but Mo Qinglian had already carried her bag and turned around and walked towards the door.

"Sister-" Niu Dasha shouted hurriedly, "Who is Uncle Ling?" ”

This sentence was a little inexplicable, that is, Mo Qinglian listened, stopped, thought for a while and said: "I really don't know who he is, when I was a child, my father asked me to call him uncle, do I still hold him and ask, what is my uncle's name?" Well...... I was too young at that time. ”

"I thought you lied to that old man!" Niu Dasha touched his head honestly and smiled.

"I also want to know who he is now." Jimo Qinglian sighed, "My father's dating situation is too chaotic. ”

"Your circle is really messy!" Qi Yanwu finally said such a sentence as it was.

"Shut up!" Niu Dasha glared at him and scolded with a smile, "Let Uncle Spiegel know, it's strange if you don't peel off your skin!" ”

"The days when he was there should have been my father's busiest days, and he didn't even care about my diet, and often threw me a bottle of bread and water, and it was okay." Jimo Qinglian smiled, in those days, although she also complained, but thinking about it, it was still relatively fulfilling, that person would often teach her some strange things, and now that she can have such a foundation, that person is indispensable.

"That must be a strange man!" Qi Yanwu was a little envious, such a life is full of legends, he originally thought that his life was thrilling and exciting enough, but compared with the legendary Jimo mirror, he felt that his life was as plain as water.

Living in seclusion in Hangzhou, but being able to guide the world.

"I'll talk about it tomorrow, I'm so sleepy!" Jimo Qinglian said.

"Good!" Niu Dasha nodded, sent her back to his room, and watched her close the door after entering, and then went back with confidence.

And the next day, Niu Dasha asked Jimo Qinglian to discuss Shennong Danding, Tang Zhenguo was very generous, sent those photos to them, and together with Tian Toad, they discussed for a long time, and they were not able to discuss a famous name.

And Tian Toadzi has also heard of the Danshu, but, obviously, this little Taoist priest does not know how to point the Danshu, for what Shennong Danding is for, he is naturally at a loss, he does not know at all, on the contrary, Tian Toadzi seems to have a strong interest in the astrolabe, in the end, he actually took so many photos, waited for the night to climb to the deck of the Apollo, and studied the sky for a whole night.

The next day, Niu Dasha, the fool, joined the ranks. On the third day, Qi Yanwu, who had no entertainment at night, also joined the ranks of fools, that is, Mo Qinglian was idle and bored, and also ran to the deck to see the stars in the middle of the night, and then, finally couldn't support it anymore and went back to sleep.

On the morning of the fourth day, Tian Toad rubbed his red eyes and stared at those photos in a daze, Niu Dasha finally couldn't stand it, and went back to the room to sleep after breakfast, that is, Mo Qinglian looked at Tian Toad and seemed to have some nightmares, so she immediately ordered strongly, confiscated the photos, and then, let them sleep, and they were not allowed to study this thing.

In the evening of this day, Jimo Qinglian ran to the deck, looking at the sunset, the sunset, gorgeous and desolate, not only can you see the stars on the sea, but also watch the sunrise or sunset, and finally, the sky has a brilliant bright red, turning into a faint purple, twilight, revealing the vicissitudes of eternity.

At this time, her mobile phone rang, and Mo Qinglian took out her mobile phone and looked at it, it was actually Nalan Changfeng, and she connected the mobile phone-

"Qinglian!" Nalan Changfeng directly called her nickname.

"Uncle Nalan, it's me, what's wrong?" Jimo Qinglian asked curiously, she hadn't seen Nalan Changfeng and Shi Xuan in the past few days, and she didn't know if Shi Xuan had been injured if he had been slapped with a brick.

"Where are you, I'm in the teahouse, come over for tea?" Nalan Changfeng asked, although it was a question, but in fact it was an invitation.

"Okay, I'll come over here!" Jimo Qinglian said.

"It's good if you come alone!" Nalan Changfeng said, "The rest of your family, forget it." ”

"Good!" Jimo Qinglian frowned slightly, it seemed that Nalan Changfeng was not as simple as asking her for tea, but that there was something else, otherwise, it would not be specified that as long as she went alone.

Nalan Changfeng is not like ordinary people, he has always dared to act, and he has a heroic momentum in his bones, and he rarely has any scruples.

But today, it seems that this person is also a little unhappy, that is, Mo Qinglian felt a little strange in her heart, she was busy putting away her mobile phone, turned back, and took the elevator directly to the seventh floor, or the teahouse, it was still the box, that is, when Mo Qinglian pushed the door and entered, she saw Nalan Changfeng leaning on the sofa, and on the coffee table in front, there was a pot of tea, and the bamboo Xiao was placed horizontally on the coffee table.

"Girl, sit!" Nalan Changfeng saw her, smiled, and motioned for her to sit down.

Even Mo Qinglian was not polite, closed the door of the box, and sat directly opposite him, Nalan Changfeng lifted the teapot, poured her a cup of tea, and said, "Drink tea!" ”

Jimo Qinglian picked up the teacup, put it on the tip of her nose and smelled it for a while, and knew that this tea was ordinary tea, without adding any ingredients, she could drink it with confidence, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Good tea!" After the tea was tasted, Mo Qinglian put down the tea cup and waited for him to say something serious.

"I've recently composed a new song, please listen to it!" Nalan Changfeng picked up the bamboo Xiao from the coffee table and said.

"Uh......" Jimo Qinglian was very surprised, invited her to tea, and actually just asked her to listen to the tune? Hey...... Doesn't he know that she has no rhythm cells at all, a person with incomplete tones, where can she listen to such things as lyrics and music?

"What's wrong?" Nalan Changfeng looked at her with a strange expression and asked.

"I'm just a layman, I don't know the rhythm of music!" Jimo Qinglian smiled bitterly, looking for her to listen to the tune, he really found the wrong person, Qi Yanwu knows more than her.

"Why do you need to know flowers to see flowers?" Nalan Changfeng raised his eyebrows and said directly.

"That makes sense!" Jimo Qinglian smiled, "I'm just worried, I'll become a fool in my family." ”

"We're not looking for soulmates in the mountains and rivers!" Nalan Changfeng said, bringing Zhu Xiao close to his mouth, and a few long and tactful tones came out of Zhu Xiao.

Jimo Qinglian is not talking, and she is extremely honored to be able to listen to the poisonous monarch play a song. Last time in the wood processing factory, Nalan Changfeng only played a few simple tones, and scared the little flower cat away.

Although it is a few simple tones, Jimo Qinglian has a deep memory, and this person is deeply familiar with the rhythm, there is no doubt about it.

The sound of the flute is melodious, light and bright, making people feel as if they are in the bright sunshine of blooming flowers, with butterflies flying and birdsong mountain streams......

At the end of the song, Mo Qinglian's heart suddenly moved, this song has always maintained a very bright style, but I don't know why, is it a problem with the mentality of the person who played it? Why did she hear some kind of desolation from the sound of the flute?

After a song, Nalan Changfeng put down Zhu Xiao, picked up the teapot from the table and poured himself a glass of water, which filled Jimo Qinglian with tea and asked, "How do you feel." ”

"It's light, it's bright—it's just that why does it hurt me when it sounds?" Jimo Qinglian frowned slightly.

"Really?" Nalan Changfeng asked rhetorically, picked up the teacup, and drank tea slowly.

"Yes!" Jimo Qinglian nodded, "Is there anything unpleasant about Uncle Nalan?" ”

"You should ask me, what is the joy of this life?" The corners of Nalan Changfeng's mouth hooked up a wry smile, happy? In his life, he didn't know how to write the word "happy".

For this question, that is, Mo Qinglian didn't know what to say, what was wrong with Nalan Changfeng? He is a poisonous king, born in a famous family since he was a child, he was a romantic son when he was young, but now he is powerful in the world, if even such a person complains that life is not happy, she doesn't know, who else can talk about being happy.

"What's bothering Uncle Nalan?" Jimo Qinglian asked.

"That song is called Biluo Flowers!" Nalan Changfeng didn't answer her question, but said such an inexplicable sentence.

"Flowers?" Jimo Qinglian was stunned.

"Do you remember something?" Nalan Changfeng asked.

"Huangquan Ghost Lead?" Jimo Qinglian asked tentatively.

Nalan Changfeng nodded, and then asked, "Is he okay?" ”

"Uncle Nalan knows him?" Jimo Qinglian was infinitely suspicious in her heart.

"Acquaintance!" Nalan Changfeng nodded, "How can you not know - I just don't know, if he is okay?" ”

"I haven't talked about him in over a decade!" Jimo Qinglian said in a low voice.

"After Ling Zun passed away, he didn't look for you?" Nalan Changfeng asked.

"Nope!" Jimo Qinglian couldn't help but clench her fists, if the jade net bottle was not mailed to her by her father, then the "ghost" in Nalan Changfeng's mouth now is the last possible person.

"I think he'll look for you!" Nalan Changfeng took out a gold-painted invitation from the briefcase next to him, handed it over, and said, "If you see him, please help me give him this - of course, if it is past the drug fighting conference, you can burn this." ”

Jimo Qinglian was very curious, opened the invitation and looked at it, there was no name on it, only a correct block letter: "Biluo Blossom Song, Huangquan Ghost Leads the Way, Ghost Ghost, Pan Jun See*

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