In the evening, the Xiangjiang River is reflected by the slanting sun, and the river flowers are like fire, which makes people stop.

You can't sail at night, that's the rule.

So the two boats found a place with a slower current and stopped at the shore.

Smoke curls up from the boat, and cooking begins.

Those talented women all came to the deck, looked at the scenery at dusk, and sighed secretly.

Someone suggested that this scene be used to compose a poem, and many people suddenly agreed, and they all took out what they had learned in their chests, shook their heads, and chanted loudly.

No matter what the poetry is, there are always people who applaud and praise again and again.

The person who was praised was full of modesty, and he gave his hands again and again, but his eyes looked into the cabin intentionally or unintentionally, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of expectation.

In the cabin, Chen Xiaohong leaned against the window, still peeling raw peanuts to eat unhurriedly.

Sun Xuemei sat opposite, looking curious.

In front of the window, Mu Yinxue was dressed in white, holding a jade flute, standing there quietly, as if thinking about things.

After a day in a coma, I finally woke up.

And then the whole time, she didn't say a word.

When the talented people outside were full of excitement and their mouths were dry, but she didn't even look at them, everyone agreed that this was a girl with problems with her ears and speech.

Chen Xiaohong had a calm face, and very rudely kicked those nonsense people out of the cabin, and then prepared a meal to fill the stomach of the girl who had not eaten for an unknown number of days.

But the girl stood in front of the window, looking at the river, motionless, and the look on her face was indifferent and trance-like.

Chen Xiaohong tried to talk for a long time, but people didn't even move.

Sun Xuemei didn't believe in evil, and chattered for a long time, but she didn't get any gain, so she became angry, as if she wanted to reach out and push her and make her move.

But as soon as the hand was stretched out, it froze in its place, not daring to go any further.

This girl exudes a temperament that makes her difficult to be rude, and she even hesitates for a while to pat someone on the shoulder.

"This girl has magic, not the magic of monsters, but a magic that people dare not approach. ”

Sun Xuemei sat down in a sneering manner and whispered to Chen Xiaohong.

Chen Xiaohong just laughed, but ignored her.

She knew that this girl was very pitiful, she had not lived in a lonely and unforgiving atmosphere since she was a child, and she would never naturally exude this kind of atmosphere.

The cultivation of a body is definitely not low, but now it has been abolished.

However, there was not the slightest hatred and resentment in her eyes, there was just indifference, indifference, and resignation.

It seems that she has despaired of life, and she is drifting on a bamboo raft on this turbulent river, obviously wanting to be free.

The person who hurt her must be someone she cherishes immensely.

Hey, poor boy.

Chen Xiaohong sighed secretly, looking more old-fashioned, looking even more earthy.

The dusk is getting more and more beautiful, and the voices of those talented people outside competing to write poems are getting louder and louder.

Although this girl is an ice girl, it does not prevent them from showing off their stinky beauty.

It would be even better if you could impress this girl and bring this perfect girl home.

So all the talented people worked harder.

Sun Xuemei was very disdainful, and following Chen Xiaohong's example, she rustically peeled a peanut to eat, and said disdainfully: "These guys who see things differently, when they see beautiful women, their legs are weak." Doesn't the prince like Tang Fanfan, doesn't Wei Wen like you, why are you starting to please this cold person now. ”

Chen Xiaohong held the teapot, smiled lightly, and said: "Things near are always better than things far away, isn't it? ”

"Shameless!"

Sun Xuemei said angrily.

It's just that when he was angry, he glanced at the girl standing next to him, his face full of jealousy.

Chen Xiaohong laughed, smiling very brightly.

The talented people on the deck probably thought that the people inside couldn't hear it, so they poured into the cabin, each found a place close to the beauty, and sat down to eat.

It's just that when it's time to eat, it's boring, talking and laughing, and starting to compose poetry again.

This time the voice is louder, the appearance is more chic, and the face is more modest.

A shameless man, while gracefully shaking a paper fan and composing poems, came to the window pretending to look at the scenery.

After the poem was finished, he won the applause of the whole house, and then politely said to the girl in front of the window: "Although the girl has something on her mind, but such a beautiful scenery, why don't you open your heart, drink and write poems with us, and forget your troubles?"

The girl ignored him, still looking at the scenery outside.

The shameless man was a little embarrassed, and said, "Since the girl doesn't want to speak, how about sitting down and having a glass of wine together?"

The girl still ignored her, her lonely and cold back, like the slanting sun on the horizon, beautiful and impossible to capture.

The shameless man was even more embarrassed, and in front of so many people, he was so embarrassed that he stretched out his hand and was about to pat her on the shoulder.

But he raised his palm, but it did not fall.

The girl turned around, with heartbreaking eyes, and looked at him indifferently, as if looking at a piece of air.

The girl has no cultivation, so naturally she does not have the coercion of literary temperament, but the frost in her eyes makes anyone who looks at her feel cold to the bone.

In the hall, there was a chilling silence in an instant.

The shameless man left, hanging his head and leaving in a cold sweat behind his back.

Everyone didn't dare to recite the poem anymore, and were shocked by the cold atmosphere that the girl easily brought up.

Mu Yinxue looked at these people coldly, and was silent for a long time, just about to go back to the room, there was a sudden sound of flute on the river outside.

The low and sad sound of the flute, in the afterglow of dusk, drifted lonely on the surface of the river.

The melody is so poignant, so familiar.

Mu Yinxue's body shook, her cheeks turned slightly white, and she turned around and looked out the window.

"Woo woo woo...... Woowoooo......oo

The cold and snow are soul-stirring and moving.

Hearing the sound of the flute and seeing Mu Yinxue's abnormal expression, everyone was curious, and they all rushed to other windows to look out.

The slanting sun is slightly drunk, the river flowers are brilliant, and a leaf flat boat slowly appears.

A young man sat on the bow of the boat, blowing a jade flute, and slowly advanced in the golden light.

At the stern of the boat stood a girl, only seven or eight years old, with a pink carved appearance, holding a long penny in her hand, and was quietly holding the boat.

The sunset did not set outside, but the snowflakes suddenly floated on the river, and they were fluttering one after another, and under the reflection of the sunset, it was so beautiful that it was intoxicating.

The sound of the flute is still the same, and the snowflakes are flying.

Everyone opened their eyes wide, looked at the snowflakes in the sky, and stayed in place.

Chen Xiaohong looked at the young man in green shirt on the bow of the boat, listening to the poignant and moving sound of the flute, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Mu Yinxue's body trembled slightly, and her cold eyes revealed a gentleness that could not be concealed.

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