The peony tore off a leaf from the bouquet and put it in its mouth, and soon the leaf became a melody, jumping in the dark night, and the sound seemed to turn low, like a breeze blowing, like a drizzle, curling and flowing, and a thousand twists and turns, and suddenly I could hear the spring water gurgling, the stream murmuring, and the water washed the stones and the grass on the side, and washed out the gravel, but the grass bent down to avoid it.

Zhu Dinghong coughed lightly, like a pebble skimming the water, and the strings of circles swung out in a row, and then, the circles turned into several layers of ripples, shaking and scattering in all directions.

The ripples have not completely dispersed, and countless stones have been thrown to the surface of the water, and there are countless circles, countless ripples, circles, layers, constantly magnifying, constantly stacking, and shaking.

I know, this is Zhu Dinghong's singing, what the lyrics are, I don't remember, I don't need to remember, what the song wants to express, depends on the melody, not the lyrics, as long as there is this beautiful melody, it is enough.

In this way, Sister Zhu Dinghong sang with the music of Peony, one song after another, some I had heard before, some had not heard it, or they had created it improvised in this situation. Our minds wander along with this beautiful melody, as if we have traveled through countless time and space.

It was late at night, the leaves in the peony's mouth broke, the music stopped, and Vermilion Hong's singing gradually lowered. It's still pitch black outside, only the stars in the sky are still blinking, making you feel that this world is not a whole big piece of black coal.

We couldn't see each other's faces, we could only sense each other by hearing, although Tian Dou was among us, but we couldn't know if she was still alive, even if we put our claws to her mouth, it was difficult to detect his breath. Besides, her weak body can't withstand the collision.

I wanted to tell her the story I heard, although she was not the same kind as us, but she was wise enough to understand me, so I told her the story I heard when I was a child, and also told her the story of Jindan's struggle against short-term struggle. It also tells the story between me and Sister Rouge. Peony, Zhu Dinghong and Xiaoya all listened quietly, no one made a sound, and they didn't ask this or that, they understood that this story was told to Tian Dou, and Tian Dou might be listening to me tell her a story intently.

I don't know how long I have been talking, but I know that the darkness in the sky has not dissipated, but the heat on the ground has not dispersed, and I feel a wave of cold air pressing up. Xiaoya and Zhu Dinghong were both asleep, and the sound of even breathing seemed gentle and rhythmic in the silent night.

"Are you asleep?" I said to Peony after pausing to tell the story.

"Not yet, brother, I can hold on," Peony said, "I don't know what happened to Tian Dou." ”

"I can't make it tonight by looking at her," I told the truth. "When it's dawn, we'll have a funeral for her. ”

I doubt it. What we just did may be part of the funeral, maybe in the music of Peony, or in the singing of Sister Zhu Dinghong, or in my storytelling, maybe Tian Dou has already left us at some time. Then all the activities after that were done for her, and that was part of the funeral.

"You said that if Fenmei Fa Ge eats the Divine Fruit, they can prolong their lives, but why are their children still mortal butterflies?" Peony said.

Actually, I'm thinking about this as well. It seems that we are the same, after we eat the Divine Fruit, the lifespan can be extended, as for how much, we don't know, or a hundred years or a thousand years, or just a few decades or a few years, General Light Red did not say very specifically, and Crimson did not tell us, but in today's conversation, the issue of becoming an immortal was mentioned, maybe we have entered the immortal book and do not know, but, after such a long time, we do not feel any difference in ourselves except for mastering the fast leg technique, maybe, the same immortal nationality, the treatment is also different, maybe there is a transition period, or an internship period。 Even if we have something extraordinary that the Divine Fruit has given us, it cannot be inherited, just like the ornaments on our bodies.

Why is this happening, I think this is a force in the fairy world deliberately interfering in this way, you think, if the children of Fen Mei and Fa Ge live as long as they do, within a year, the butterflies and butterfly larvae that breed will gnaw the entire chrysanthemum field clean, and then, expand outward, in that case, one day, the earth will also be gnawed clean.

Thinking about it this way, I still understand some of the practices of the fairy world, and I don't complain that Crimson doesn't help me, but I'm still sorry for Tian Dou, and I really want her to get along with us for a longer time.

I made my point of view, and Peony agreed. He asked me to sleep first, and he said that he could accompany Tian Dou again.

"Let's stay with her so that she is not alone. I said. I almost burst into tears.

"Jin Hong...... "I suddenly heard a voice calling me, I thought it was Peony, but Peony wouldn't call me by name. So I said:

"Someone seems to be calling me. ”

"I didn't hear anything. Peony said.

"Jin Hong......" is another sound, I am sure that someone is calling me, and this voice is very familiar, but looking around, the surroundings are still dark, Zhu Dinghong and Xiaoya are sleeping soundly, Peony is opposite me, I can feel the sound of his breathing.

"Look up. The voice reappeared.

I looked up and there was a large bright space in the dark sky, and in that bright space, a red-haired dinosaur with wings was looking at me with a smile.

Needless to say, it's crimson.

"Scarlet Fairy is good. I said. I don't know if there is good news when he comes, and I don't know what the attitude of the Nine Colored Immortals is.

"Hello," Crimson said, "I'll go back and look for Daxian, because Daxian went to heaven to report to work, and God left him to eat and sing a few songs in the sky, so I came back very late, and I reported your matter to Daxian." ”

God used to like to listen to songs, if that's the case, if we take the time to let Zhu Dinghong sing a few songs, God will be very happy, but, on second thought, I am a little worried, as for what I am worried about, I can't say.

"What did Daisen say?" I asked, as I was most concerned about.

Will the Nine Colored Immortals agree to save Tian Dou? What will happen next, let's cover up and ponder, maybe we can come up with the result. Then think about it first, we'll see you tomorrow. (To be continued......)

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