Yu Miaoyin listened to his praise, and her face couldn't help but fly red. She smiled and said, "Childe praised it falsely, it is the songs and songs you teach that are like fairy music." Three days later, it will be the triennial Oiran competition in Beijing, and I will definitely be able to win a good ranking with this "White Fox" taught by Gongzi. Actually, I don't care if I can win a good ranking, but the prestige of the entire Yihong Courtyard is pressed on me, and I can't help myself. I wish I could be a free person one day, playing with piano music all day long, to my soulmates, how nice it would be! ”

At the end of Yu Miaoyin's words, a sense of gloom gradually appeared on her face, and then she returned to her nature.

Liu Yuntian saw the faint loss and eroticism on her face, and hurriedly diverted the topic: "Since you are going to compete with others in three days, I can't help you much, it just so happens that I had a dream last night, and the immortal taught me another song." I'll just teach you! ”

When Yu Miaoyin heard this, she was overjoyed, and hurriedly said, "Okay! Okay! Childe must have taught another fairy song, Miaoyin thanked Childe here first! ”

Liu Yuntian said with a smile: "You haven't listened to it, you know it's good!" Grab a pen and paper. ”

Yu Miaoyin prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and smiled and invited Liu Yuntian to sit behind the desk.

After Liu Yuntian sat down, he waved his brush, and a song "Fireworks Are Easy to Cold", which he loved to listen to in his previous life, was written. After writing, he handed it over to Yu Miaoyin. Then he cleared his throat and began to sing.

The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door and tormented the world,

The dream is cold, and there are a few love debts in a lifetime.

If you default to life and death, etc.,

Waiting for the rings of the year.

Whose soul was broken by the broken layers of the Futu Tower,

The pain went straight to the mountain gate where a broken lamp collapsed.

Let me wait for history to turn around,

Waiting for the wine to be mellow and waiting for you to play a guzheng.

The rain is deep in the old hometown,

I've heard that you're always alone.

The mottled gates of the city are entrenched in the roots of old trees,

The stone slab reverberated and waited.

The rain is deep in the old hometown,

I have heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village,

Fate is rooted in us.

Listening to the laughter of youth envy many people,

The annals of history are too ruthless if they are gentle and refusing to write.

Fireworks are easy to cool and easy to separate,

And you're asking me if I'm serious.

After a thousand years, who is still waiting,

And how can Qingshi not really Wei Shu Luoyang City.

If you have passed through the door in a previous life,

Follow the red dust and follow me all my life.

The rain is deep in the old hometown,

I've heard that you're always alone.

The mottled gates of the city are entrenched in the roots of old trees,

The stone slab reverberated and waited.

The rain is deep in the old hometown,

I have heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village,

Fate is rooted in us.

The rain is deep in the old hometown,

I've heard that you're always alone.

The mottled gates of the city are entrenched in the roots of old trees,

The stone slab reverberated and waited.

Fate takes root in us,

Garan Temple listens to the sound of rain and looks forward to eternity.

After Liu Yuntian finished singing this song, when he looked at Yu Miaoyin again, Yu Miaoyin didn't seem to have been able to come out of the artistic conception of the song, tears fell like pearls, but people stared at the lyrics in their hands motionlessly.

Liu Yuntian saw her for a long time and still didn't move, and her tears kept falling, so she shouted softly: "Miaoyin! Wonderful news! Are you alright? “

Yu Miaoyin's body shook slightly, as if she had been pulled back from another world. She muttered, "Childe, is there really such a poignant, touching, and beautiful song in this world?"