Dotted with fireworks, the sky shimmers in brilliant colors like black flannel.

The people in the small courtyard of Lufu raised their heads together and watched quietly for a while, Xiao Shu suddenly hummed a ballad, the tone was gentle, with a length that spanned thousands of mountains and rivers, and a touching tenderness.

The voice stopped, and the fireworks continued, accompanied by Xiao Shu's gentle tune, full of another warm warmth.

"It's so nice, but it sounds a little homesick." Chunae rubbed her nose, and her eye circles were a little red.

Xiao Shu looked back at everyone, "This is the hometown tune of the nomads outside the north, I happened to hear a man who was herding a herd singing, in order to call the wanderers to return to their hometown......

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