Suddenly, the white horse, which had been hanging its head beside the man, raised its head and looked at the owner under the acacia tree and let out a low roar.

Before the horse could speak, I saw a Khitan girl wearing a red regimental shirt with a round neck and narrow sleeves, a dark blue robe, and a white brocade belt around her waist, riding a jujube red horse. "Brother Derang!" The Khitan girl screamed, turned over and jumped off the horse, and ran towards the man, crying out happily: "Finally let me find you!" Only then did the man stop the recorder in his hand, looked up at the approaching Khitan girl and asked, "Sister Linglong, do you have anything important to do with me?" The Khitan girl calmed her breath slightly and shook her head: "No, it's nothing important, Brother Derang." On the other hand, he said insincerely, "I'm just a little worried about you." When the Khitan girl said this, her cheeks were slightly red.

When the man heard this, he smiled: "Am I not good, what is there to worry about?" When the man said this, although he pretended to be relaxed, the girl still heard the indescribable sourness in the man's heart. Brother Derang, if this is the case, it is the best. After the Khitan girl finished speaking, she smiled to herself. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the girl's face seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light, which made the Khitan man a little stunned for a while, but only for a moment, he couldn't help but think of the one he once loved: how many days and nights, they also sat together, or rode horses and shot willows, or hunted and chased, or sat here quietly, watching the sunrise and sunset, watching the sunset and loneliness, watching the fireworks of the world, and it seemed that the water was flowing in the year┅┅However, now, she was gone, she went to a place he could never reach, that place was his forbidden place as a courtier, It was a place he had to look up. The Khitan girl was speechless when she saw the man, afraid that he would be sad and uncomfortable when she remembered the past, so she said: "Brother Derang, your flute is really good, if I can hear such a beautiful flute every day, I will wake up with a smile every day in my sleep!" The Khitan woman looked at the man in front of her and said sincerely.

"Really?" When the man said this, he felt his heart tremble, and his voice trembled a little.

"Of course!" The Khitan girl said seriously, "It's just ......" The Khitan girl looked at the man and stopped talking.

"Just what?" The man asked.

"It's just that it's so sad that you play that flute so much that I want to cry when I listen to it from afar." When the Khitan girl said this, she was cautious, and her eyes were a little red. When the man heard the Khitan girl say this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, his nose twitched, he took a deep breath, but he didn't speak, and only after a while did he slowly turn around, raise his right hand, and rub his thick palm against the strong torso of the acacia tree over and over again. At this moment, a breeze rose, and the acacia tree suddenly danced, and when it looked up, the leafy canopy was like a cloud of clouds ready to fly.