The fire was blazing, and the atmosphere of the party reached its climax, with hundreds of people holding hands and singing around the fire, the sound of which shook the roof tiles. Ba Niu was also immersed in the joy of this extreme euphoria, and he held Yoo Hee-yeol in his left hand and an unknown woman in his right hand, dancing with the crowd.

With the sound of drums, the dancing ceased, and the four musicians of the royal mansion and their band came together to the fire, where they were to play four chapters, and then the melodious music sounded, and a servant sang in her crisp voice:

The reason why spring is beautiful,

It's because it broke free from the cold,

Like the dawn,

Break free from the darkness.

Look,

Imprisoned souls,

Begin to release the colors that have been hidden for a long time,

Different stories of youth

It began to be staged.

You can't fail to praise its bravery,

After the myth created by the ice and snow,

Create your own myth.

Give fate back to fate,

Let life be converted automatically.

Everything is a new beginning,

Everything is the way it was originally,

Everything was unexpected,

Everything is trying to deliver.

And if that's not what you'd like,

If this does not bode well for the future.

Sleeping

can only have a good dream,

Again dazzling dreams,

I can't resist the world that I reach out and touch,

Wake up,

This is exactly what spring wants

And not just for the shouting.

"This is exactly what spring is willing, and not just for the shouting"! All the people raised their hands and followed the servants, singing the last two lines over and over again, and the cycle was repeated, without stopping.

With a burst of cheers, a second singer appeared next to Lingren, and the music became enthusiastic, so everyone sang together again:

The one who falls asleep sleeps,

Sleeping people,

Dreaming within a dream.

Fear of the dark,

Fear the dawn.

Open a door and build a road,

is the last thing,

When the day is not light,

Raise the sun,

It's dawn,

Wake up those who are sleeping.

To rebel against a world,

Or to create a world,

change the existing world,

or to maintain the existing world,

He who chooses the way,

Go up barefoot,

Or brocade nocturnal walks?

A world that brings the dead back to life,

Let the living live in the world,

Without a key,

To put oneself on,

As a dog,

As a sacrifice.

Choose to die like this,

Or die like that,

Choose to live a life.

choose

Wait.

The smartest people,

Maybe the best to live,

I still like reckless people,

Fight under oppression.

If you die, you won't stand a monument,

and his life has not been wasted.

They may not be the ones who lead the way,

It's just that you're on the way at night,

A lamp.

The song is called "The Forerunners" and is a tribute to those who died in the struggle, and it is also a sacrificial song. Then, the third singer took the stage, and he was going to sing a song written by a lovelorn man on Valentine's Day, called "Valentine's Day":

Someone else's Valentine, someone else's Valentine's Day. The shadow of weariness, following the loose footsteps, walking on the path of others, happiness and misfortune, this is someone else's world.

You know the bitterness of coffee, you know the strength of wine, you know that the rose-decorated hut can't keep the day or the night.

Snow freezes the souls of the living, cold pierces disillusionment, and under the ice and the sky, there is only a pair of crystal slippers that no one wears.

Waiting for the beginning, waiting for the end, a person's day, how long is it, a person, a person's Valentine's Day.

No one is a child of fate, no one holds the hand of time, whether the past life and this life have been doomed, a complex that will not swerve until death.

I don't have too many extravagant hopes, I don't have too many hopes, I only have this hundred years, I just hope that it will be happier.

Loneliness grows up with me, and you have to grow old with me, in a year, there is always such a day, it belongs to Valentine, Valentine's Day.

This is one of the favorite songs of girls, and they are always sentimental, especially in that era of arranged marriages, so the person who created this song was extremely sought after by the people of the time.

The last song, compared to the first three, is much lighter:

A touch of green season, a wipe to clear. In the early morning, I pick up the pearls and collect the cry of a mountain. Nandou, next to the stone table where Beidou was playing, turned into decay. The boat on the Hanzhi River carries Ling Bo with fine steps, and the closer it gets to the Blue Bridge, the softer the sound.

Light a candle, tonight, will it be brighter or darker, I have come from yesterday and do not feel too warm, or too cold. Pick up some spots, too, there is a small window that needs to be glued to the colors so that she can keep the stars.

Riding the reeds, how good, surviving the silver man, you can be a traveler who asks divination, and traces the past life and this life. No, you don't need to go too far, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is also a bamboo raft, from this end of the night, a wormwood, galloping into the dawn.

The first day of the three-day bonfire was a cultural event. It consists of three main parts, the first part is the performance of the royal band that has just ended, and the next part is the performance of the local orchestra and folk idle artists. There were some famous bands and well-known artists, but this time, because it was an unexpected situation, the organization time was not very sufficient, and only people in and around Kyoto could participate, so there was no grand occasion at the harvest festival.

Finally, there is free time, where all those present can put their proud works into a box, and the bachelors of the Royal Academy will judge them on the spot, and choose the most artistic, creative, challenging and funny works. All the award-winning works will be recorded in the "Poetry and Song Dictionary" compiled by the Royal Academy, which has become the most popular program.

"Aren't you participating"? The girl next to her suddenly asked Ba Niu. He hadn't noticed that the girl had been with him since the beginning of the dance.

"It's not interesting to do it", where does Ba Niu have that ability? He came here, in addition to playing, just to meet Shi Bixia, and now that Shi Bixia has not seen him, he is only left to play.

"I've written two of them," she said, handing him the two poems she had written, "and see if I can be chosen."

Ba Niu listened to her voice was extremely good, and only then began to pay attention to her, seeing that this was an extremely beautiful girl, she was about the same age as Liu Yiyi, and her snow-white skin and noble bearing showed her extremely unusual identity, especially the dazzling red, which was even more amazing.

"What's wrong? Is there something in me"?

Hearing her say this, he hurriedly withdrew his gaze, took the poem manuscript, and looked carefully, only to see that there were two small poems on it, the first "Winter River":

I thought Yinhan didn't have Xia,

There is no autumn in Lanqiao.

All the legends associated with the river,

None of them start in winter,

In winter,

This is the end of the story.

Why does this ice have to be the end?

Under the ice,

Maybe it's a raging undercurrent.

The second song "Rain":

Putting aside the clouds of rain,

pure

White.

I'm thinking

Why is the rain not black,

who

Let her after leaving,

Lost color?

Neither poem is a good poem, but the meaning is clear, the first expresses hope in despair, and the second is a complete lamentation. This is relatively common in women's themes, so he didn't care very much, and after reading it, he carefully handed it to her: "The confusion in the girl's heart has been solved by herself, so what is the important thing about whether it can pass the trial?"

The girl smiled and took it, but instead of delivering it, she folded it up, put it in her arms, and said to him with a smile, "Aren't you confused?"

"Me"? Ba Niu couldn't help laughing: "What can I be confused about? I'm young, I'm promising, I'm capable, I'm okay, what can I be confused about"?

The girl stared at him incredulously, as if she wanted to look at him.

"You're such a ruthless person"! After she uttered such a sentence without a head, she left without looking back, leaving Ba Niu there to meditate.

He vaguely felt that this girl might be Shi Bixia, but he didn't understand what she said about being ruthless. Could it be that she blamed herself for not going to see her when she arrived in Kyoto? Or do you blame yourself for not recognizing her? But what does this have to do with being ruthless? He couldn't figure it out.

"Boy! Eat if you eat, you can't take it"! He was awakened by a commotion, and as he looked in the direction of the crowd, he heard a voice shouting: "It's not your family, what are you doing?"

"Brother"! Only then did he realize that Yoo Hee-yeol didn't know when he had disappeared.