At this moment, he has been completely immersed in the artistic conception of poetry.

Especially the last few lines, like an invisible hand, pull her into the situation of this poem.

The sound of the lute is like a smooth birdsong under a flower, and then it is like a difficult low and intermittent whimper of water flowing under the ice.

It was like the coldness of the water spring, which gradually condensed the sound of the lute.

After the condensed and unobstructed sound gradually stopped, another kind of melancholy and hatred secretly grew.

However, the muffled silence at this time is more beautiful than the sound.

Suddenly, it was as if a silver bottle had broken through the slurry and splashed everywhere; It was as if the ironclad cavalry was in full swing, and the swords and spears were firing in unison.

At the end of the song, pluck it toward the center of the strings.

The roar of the four strings seemed to tear the cloth.

The people on the east boat and the west boat listened quietly, only to see the white autumn moon shadow reflected in the heart of the river.

Beauty!

Incomparably poignant!

Xu is the reason for playing the pipa together, after a long time of dying, there is a feeling of immersion.

She was the woman, holding the lute in her arms and pouring out her feelings.

And Chen Mo is a poet who accidentally broke into her life.

"If it's like this, it would be nice to keep playing it."

Alas......

With a long sigh, he came back to his senses.

Seeing Sang Laobu's gaze, he hurriedly got up and asked rhetorically.

"Mother Sang, I was a little distracted just now, what did you ask?"

This time, Sang Lao Bustard did not move, but said again patiently.

"This person is full of talent, and I hope that he has the greatest sincerity. Otherwise, you will have to prepare to stay in the royal family. ”

“……”

He was silent for a while, and smiled sadly.

"If you have to talk about sincerity, it's probably this poem."

There is no hairpin in the lucky bag, and there is no word on the paper except for poetry.

“……”

After hearing this, the old bustard also fell into silence.

It took a while before he sighed, breaking the peace.

"Young, whether you admit it or not, I am half of your mother. There is a way to know the daughter Mo Ruomu, I know very well what you are thinking. ”

"The reason why I opened the last lucky bag was nothing more than a fluke, hoping to meet someone with my eyes in the eye. But be clear, it's no different from dreaming. So, let's live a life, a lifetime is actually not long. ”

"I, I listen to Mother Sang."

The last hope is disappointed, and the unborn can only accept the reality.

"Can I keep this poem?"

"Of course." Sang Laobuar nodded, "It was originally given to you, if you like it, put it away, and you can make memories in the future." ”

"Thank you, Mama San."

Xiao Xiao said, and began to fold up.

The movements are gentle and slow, as if they are afraid of damaging the paper.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that she just wants time to pass slowly.

In this way, she can lose her freedom a little later.

Suddenly, his hand trembled.

Immediately after, a strange color bloomed in her beautiful eyes.

Following her gaze, a hairpin flower was printed on the back of the paper.

It's very light, but it's so clear.

Even in the eyes of the young, it is simply vivid.

Hairpin!

It was the hairpin she gave to Chen Mo on the day of the dinner.

Here it comes?

He's coming!

Or rather, he's always been there.

To be able to write such a poem that is tempting to the situation, you must have listened to the sound of the pipa from beginning to end.

"Chen Mo, where are you?"

He shouted in his heart, got up and ran towards the window on the second floor.

Because of the hurry, the two pages of the paper he brought also fell to the ground.

"Girl, can't you think about it?"

The guy who sent the blessing bag saw everything just now, and he just thought that there was a knot in his heart that could not be solved, and he was going to go to the extreme.

"What are you shouting about?"

Sang Laobuar scolded angrily and picked up the paper on the ground.

After reading it, he first squinted slightly, and then the cold light flashed.

Looking at the back of the dying, I don't know what to calculate?

As for the untimely death, he is already lying in front of the window at the moment.

Rapid breathing, eager searching.

Finally, in the hustle and bustle of the crowd, I saw the side face that had been engraved in my mind.

Originally......

It turned out that he was sitting with his back to Hualou, why didn't he think of it?

At this moment, it is like a flower bathed in the sun after the rain.

As he chuckled, his eyes were also covered with a layer of mist.

"Why don't you face me?"

asked complainingly, and the premature bloom became more and more dazzling.

Syllable!

Sang Lao Bustard played the role of a flower destroyer very well.

As he closed the window, his voice became cold.

"I don't know when you have a sweetheart, but just a poem wants to take you out of here, that's a dream."

"Mother Sang, you misunderstood, he, he's not ......" Xiao Yao wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to say it appropriately.

"What's not?" Sang Lao Bustard snorted coldly, "I said why your favorite hairpin is missing, it turned out to be a gift." The hairpin is printed on the back of the paper, and it is quite interesting, is this the legendary Hongyan biography? ”

"No, not really." Xiao Xiao hurriedly clarified, "It's my wishful thinking, and it has nothing to do with Chen Gongzi." ”

"Chen Gongzi, which Chen Gongzi?" Sang Lao Bustard asked.

"I, I don't know." The more anxious he is, the more words he will leave, "We've only seen two sides, so we ......"

"So you're emotional?" Sang Lao Bustard sneered, "You are really willing to be cheap, and you took out your heart on both sides?" ”

"Mama San, I ......"

"What you do, you don't need to say it."

The poem is wonderfully well written, which Sang Lao Bustard admits.

But compared to silver, it can only be thrown away.

If you keep it, it's only an eyesore.

"Mama San, what are you going to do?" looked sideways and panicked.

"Tear it up, save your heart again." Sang Lao Bustard said that he was going to tear it off.

"You can't tear it." Xiaoxiao hurriedly stepped forward and pleaded, "Mother Sang, I don't have a deep fate with that Chen Gongzi, and I know that I am not worthy of him." So just leave this thing for the untimely death as a souvenir, okay? ”

"Why, don't you give up, do you?" Sang Lao Bustard refused, "To put it mildly, you are a piece of goods, and I am the seller." Now that there are customers who pay a lot of money to buy, I naturally have to be responsible for the quality of the goods, otherwise what will I do in the future? ”

"But Sang's mother said that I also have a choice. If you don't recognize it, I'll let you know now. ”

In a hurry, the untimely death was also released.

Syllable!

Sang Lao Bustard slapped the table directly, and wanted to tell the guy to get the sackcloth dipped in water, but considering the current situation, he could only endure it.

Forbearance is endurance, but looking at the gaze of the untimely death, it is as cold as a knife.

"You've been eating me and drinking me for so many years, and you've learned to turn the world upside down in the end, haven't you?"

"Okay, then I'll let you flip it."

When the words fell, Sang Laobuar looked at the man.

"Go and invite that Chen Gongzi, today I will personally send the young man to the Wang family's mansion in front of him."

"Mother Sang, you ......"

It was dark in front of him, and he almost fainted.