She frowned, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the long box left for her when the master left, walked over, took the long box, and sat on the sofa on the side, when she opened the long box, when she saw the contents inside, Murong Xing's hand trembled slightly.

"This is Bai Yuxiao, it's Leng Lingfeng's Bai Yuxiao."

It's really Bai Yuxiao, since Murong Qing transferred Bai Yuxiao to Murong Xing, she specially made a tassel and hung it on it.

This is what she did with her own hands, how could she admit her mistake, it's true, it's true.

Holding Bai Yuxiao happily, everything is not a dream, it is true.

"It turns out that everything is true, everything is true."

Murong Xing picked up Bai Yuxiao's beautiful and moving flute sounded, this was the song she had never finished writing [You Nong, I Nong].

The song is full of sweetness and warmth, which is the sweetness and happiness between her and Leng Lingfeng.

The sweet and happy sound of the flute immersed her, and everything around her was slowly changing, but she didn't know it.

This was the kind of song she had heard in front of the hut, but now she had blown it, but she had forgotten the scene when she had just crossed it.

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Ancient times!!!

Xiao Rou, ruthless, and Murong Qing stood straight to the side, looking at the grave that was gradually piled up with soil in his hands with tears in his eyes.

Every piece of soil carried Leng Lingfeng's heart, what he buried was his heart, and his hands were already drenched in blood when he was digging the grave, but he didn't feel anything.

Xiao Rou wanted to step forward to stop it, but Murong Qing stopped her, signaling ruthlessness and ruthless comprehension.

"Daddy!" The ruthless and immature voice recalled Leng Lingfeng's thoughts.

Leng Lingfeng hugged the ruthless: "Xing'er, I will live well, I will raise ruthless**, Xing'er thank you, you left me ruthless." ”

Wait for me, I will go to you, wait for my star, no matter where you go, I will accompany you, and the sky will fall to the Yellow Spring.

"Daddy, you are still ruthless, ruthless will always be with you." Ruthless and sad, E-Niang left, and Aunt Rou told him that the person in front of him who dug the grave for E-niang was his own father.

Daddy and mother have been separated for so long because of a misunderstanding, so they ruthlessly forgave Daddy.

From now on, he will only have his father.

Leng Lingfeng hugged the ruthless, silent pain.

Stars, stars, my stars, wait for me, wait for me!

When will this pair of lovely people be the head!

In addition to crying, Xiaorou is crying, crying for Xiao and Sister, crying for Leng Lingfeng's affection, and crying for their fate.

The most guilty should be Murong Qing! He didn't expect that he didn't say that Leng Lingfeng was still alive, which made Xing'er die with hatred.

Luo'er, I still failed to live up to your trust.

Xing'er, Uncle Huang is sorry for you.

The four of them were immersed in painful memories, unable to extricate themselves, the branches were depressed, the fallen leaves were flying, with their thoughts, their sadness, forming an indissoluble melancholy in the air.

Suddenly, the melodious and familiar sound of the flute sounded all around, the sound of the flute was low and continuous, like a gossamer floating in the wind, but it was endless, and it added to the meaning of the intestinal reverberation.

Murong Xing was immersed in the sound of his flute, and the four of them looked at the side where the sound of the flute sounded in horror, with joy and disbelief in their eyes.

That familiar face, that familiar figure, that person who cares about his stomach......

Except that the costume on his body was a little strange, wasn't that person exactly the person they thought about day and night?

Leng Lingfeng stood up and let go of the ruthless, this song, this is the song written by Xing'er [You Nong, I Nong].