In the Fantasy Music Workshop, a roll of light yarn rose in front of the stage, and a woman's figure appeared in the yarn. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Flowers bloom and fall all over the sky, love comes and goes, love follows fate.

The geese go and the geese return to the geese, and the tide rises and falls.

In the middle of the night, the moon dreams of Chanjuan, and it is difficult to stay a daughter.

I am accustomed to seeing flowers bloom again, but I am afraid that the fate will disappear again.

The woman's voice sounded, as if in the ears, as if in the distance, mournful and ethereal.

The flute sounded, the slightest thread entered the ear, and the woman sighed, this sigh lasted forever, and time and space flowed.

Frozen tears, like meteors falling, shattered whose thoughts.

Between reincarnations, the dust of the past has been annihilated, and the face is blurred in the dream.

The top of Kunlun, the rivers and lakes are far away, and the flowers are full of flowers.

Sigh the red dust, fall on the face, heaven and earth.

……

The erhu sound is soft into the song, it seems to be sad, and the words of the lover are the most difficult to say throughout the ages, even if a thousand years have passed, it is unforgettable.

Love is difficult, love is linked, only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals.

Love in this life, love in the next life, don't let linger and become a parting.

After singing the song, the wind chimes seemed to be swaying in my heart, and the woman's sigh lingered for a long time.

No one applauds, it's not bad, it's too good!

The aftermath lingered for three days.

The guests opened their eyes one after another, looking at the figure behind the light veil, as if they were fascinated.

What kind of story can compose such a touching feeling? What kind of woman would sing such an ethereal sound?

They wanted to know, but the woman's figure gradually disappeared in front of them, but no one dared to uncover the light veil, one was afraid, and the other was afraid.

One is afraid that the phantom sound workshop will ruin itself, and the other is afraid that the real face of the woman inside will ruin this ethereal sound.

"This song should be in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world!"

A middle-aged man sighed, turned around and left, there is no need to watch the next song and dance, this one is enough to reminisce for a day.

Immediately following the middle-aged man, more people left their seats.

When he was dying, the Phantom Music Workshop invited a fairy and sang a fairy song. That's right, I heard you.

The posture of pretending to be forced has been reached, and if you don't leave, you will be used by others.

Huang Xiaoxie dragged the white skirt and walked upstairs helplessly, I didn't expect that I would have to go back to my old business again.

As for why he wears a skirt, it's just a professional habit, and if he doesn't wear a skirt, he can't bring it into the role, and he can't sing that kind of taste.

"Zhang Yu?"

Shui Yunji watched the person gradually get closer, and finally recognized it, and said in shock.

When she found out that the singer was Zhang Yu, an undisciplined businessman who used the little yellow book to attract guests, the contrast in her heart was so strong that she could imagine it.

"Empress!"

Huang Xiaoxie looked at the person who came, and also recognized that his skin could be broken by blowing, as beautiful as a fairy, and his chest was also turbulent, about 1.5 Angelica Angelica.

"Ahh

Bai Zhi, who was pounding medicine in the house, sneezed and couldn't help frowning slightly.

Empress: "I always feel that you just happened to have malicious intentions!" ”

"Delusion!"

Huang Xiaoxie won't say it directly, pretending to be stuffy is the king.

The two talked easily, and no one would think that Huang Xiaoyi was overstepping.

Although the empress is one of the top people in the rivers and lakes, the performance that Huang Xiaoxiao just showed is also first-class in the rivers and lakes, which is enough to receive equal respect.

"You're such a wonder, too!"

Shui Yunji took a closer look at Huang Xiaoxie's dress, there was no sense of disobedience, and after thinking about it, as long as the word in his mind matched him, he completely forgot that he also liked to dress up as a man.

Where's your coldness! Huang Xiaoxie saw Shui Yunji's complaining look in the posture of a little daughter, and he was puzzled.

Duo Wentian saw the wind, quickly changed the topic, and said: "Thank you Mr. for teaching me the art of the seven-tone scale in the past two days, I wonder if he will be able to hear Zhang Gongzi sing again?" ”

"This one!"

Harvesting a beautiful female fan, Huang Xiaoxie's heart is crooked, but he still has to be reserved.

But Zizitian on the side would not give him face, and jumped out and said unceremoniously: "Isn't it just a song?" My sister has also learned the seventh-note scale now, so it's a big deal to make a song by herself. ”

Huang Xiaoxie said proudly: "Tsk! What you say is so simple, but there are only a few times that can be called masterpieces in an era, and most of them have been lost. ”

I still have more than 40 songs that I haven't sung, and being talented is so willful, Huang Xiaoxiao said in his heart.

Could it be that your works are all masterpieces, and you snort in your mouth, "Megalomania!" ”

"Humph!"

Not like the uninformed chicks, Huang Xiaoye looked at Duo Wentian, "Please trouble you to help me match the device." ”

"It's an honor!"

……

Approaching the setting of the sun, the big and small ladies who returned from being so beautiful and full of red faces, with beautiful eyes and spring.

And those sons and brothers are even more so, they are all hot, and they are rushing home one by one.

Tonight, it is destined to set off a bloody storm.

When a man who was tired of the chaff at home looked at his wife wearing a three-point style, with a crisp chest, lying on the soft couch, with a spring face, he suddenly felt a second spring, and instantly turned into a wolf and hugged it into the quilt.

Lady, I got a glow-in-the-dark cup by chance today, let's go to the bed to have a look

In the Phantom Sound Workshop, in the empress's bedroom, she held the black cut-out trousers on the bed in one hand, and pretended to be calm: "What is this?" ”

A maid replied respectfully: "What a beautiful Victoria's Secret that the owner carefully made for the empress******** and what is this?" ”

"It's so beautiful Victoria's Secret bra, I heard them say that it is more conducive to breast binding than chezi, which helps health and relieves breast sagging."

"And this?"

The corners of the empress's eyes twitched, and she pointed to a long white strip again, her eyes were curious, she hadn't seen this in the underwear store.

"This ......" The maid hesitated a little, after all, this is already a very private matter.

"Speak!"

"This is a beautiful and restructured menstrual belt, with better adsorption, but one piece can only be used once, and it must be ......changed frequently."

As she spoke, the maid's voice became smaller and smaller, and the empress was a little stunned, and then she scolded in her heart: Zhang Yu, this disciple.

With a hint of shame on her face, the empress retired her maid with a curious heart and began to dress alone.

There is another song that makes me sleepless tonight, a man who has never forgotten it and wrote the lyrics of the flowing kite with a good memory.

Strange and not like poetry, but there is some artistic conception, and those men who say that they have heard the singing of the kite hum a couple of sentences from time to time, attracting a large number of vassal and elegant people.

Early in the morning of the second day, the lady and lady gathered together to exchange experiences, what kind of man was so fierce yesterday, he tore several pairs of stockings, and several *** clouds.

And a few pale faces, vain footsteps, came to a few painters, a picture album thrown in their faces, a sentence: according to the above, a piece of 100 text, fine products are counted.

Today's music workshop is also a little more crowded, and the reputation of the little kite is gradually rising.