Chapter 972

Meng Yan has always disliked to see girls crying, whether it is a young girl or a glamorous mature woman, seeing a girl's tears not only makes him irritable, but also has a sense of frustration that he can't start.

Usually facing Lie Zhaoxia and Ye Jielin, Meng Yan already felt a headache, because I don't know when, someone once taught him that a man should not let the girl he likes have the opportunity to shed tears, and if he can't do this, no matter how wise and decisive he is, he is not a man.

However, even in the face of a woman who is not his own, when he sees Yi Tianqing crying as if he collapsed, and falls to the ground on his knees, Meng Yan still feels very uncomfortable, although this is not his own woman, and he can't even say his father's woman, but ...... The way she cried reminded her of Ye Jielin and Lan Bingmei......

Were they so sad for me when I was missing and my fate was uncertain......? It's hurtful......

Thinking of this, Meng Yan was in a state of confusion, and he didn't know what to do, and in the end, he looked at Yi Tianqing, who was crying and squatting, and sighed silently in his heart.

'Forget it, I can't handle it, I'm not good at this kind of thing...... Change hands, call out your program!'

As soon as this order was given, Meng Yan lifted the disguise of the mirage relic and returned to his original appearance, but at the same time, a phanther shadow also appeared beside him, it was Dugu Tianxing, but it was not the appearance of his youth, but the same age as the last split spirit, with a little vicissitudes and tiredness, wearing a long windbreaker and a flat hat on his head, the image was a little nondescript, but when he wore it, it became chic and uninhibited.

What's even more strange is that this Dugu Tianxing still holds a lyre in his hand, a whole out of place, if he is a little sloppy, he is simply an artist who walks the rivers and lakes. Meng Yan couldn't help but glared at Wu Chou angrily, blaming him for not knowing what he was doing.

Yi Tianqing also saw this figure, she was emotionally broken, she didn't have the strength to stand up, she just roared angrily: "Haven't you played enough? Make a fake image, do you want to comfort people or laugh at ......me?"

Before he finished speaking, Dugu Tianxing suddenly slapped the lyre in his hand to the ground, smashing it down like a battering ram. The ground shook violently, with a loud bang, shaking the surrounding land of more than 100 meters, the ground shook the mountains, and the momentum was so loud that Meng Yan and Yi Tianqing were shocked.

There was silence and silence in the midst of the earthquake, and when the shaking of the earth ended, the violin player gently tapped the strings and made a few unstoppable notes. At the same time, his feet quickly stomped on the ground, kicking loudly, and jumping up from time to time. The soles of the feet touched each other, and a long series of tapping sounds followed, like a strange but pleasant tune.

Meng Yan thought it sounded good, and almost applauded. But I felt that it was wrong, and I found a dance ugly to come out in order to solve the problem. It's not a juggling performance for Yi Tianqing to see, it's okay to dance the music shoes, and then next, do you want to jump the fire ring or swallow the sword?

In this suspicion, Dugu Tianxing slowly stretched out his hand and came to Yi Tianqing's face, as if he wanted to caress his face, but inadvertently wiped away her tears, this too bold action, stunned everyone for a while, until Yi Tianqing came back to his senses, and wanted to attack in anger, but his hand was raised, but he found that the injured right wrist had been quickly bandaged by a handkerchief.

Yi Tianqing was stunned, Dugu Tianxing looked like a ghost, and saw a windbreaker floating, and people instantly floated out, and at the same time, in the hazy snow and fog in the sky, the strings were plucked, and the melodious sound of the piano took over the kicking shoe dance and sounded, flowing out, soft and tactful tune, like an invisible hand, caressing people's hearts.

‘...... The rain on the road is like a snowflake, are you frozen when you cry? I will grind this windbreaker for you until there is a corsage...... I am not even afraid of setbacks, how should I advise them? How can I bear the pain of my wrist?"

Meng Yan had never heard his father sing, but when he heard the ugly singing, he only thought it was funny, and he didn't have anything to say, but he actually sang a song?

However, this method is really effective, at least Yi Tianqing's anger gradually calmed down, listening to the singing, looking at his wrist, looking up at the snow, his eyes were lost.

Forgive me for not sending flowers again, the wound should be scarred, and the petals will be spread all over the graveyard in my heart before I am afraid, if you don't marry me, we will be cremated with each other, and it will cost you to wait for a day for a lifetime......

The figure in the windbreaker, playing and singing in the snow, walking in front, the snow all fell behind him, indescribable freehand and chic, vaguely looking, it is indeed very similar to the Dugu Tianxing of the year, proudly singing in the snow, stepping on the snow to leave traces.

‘...... How old is it that people live to be short, and falling out of love is only shorter, and who can budget for how many miles it takes to return home? Forget my grudge with you, the cherry blossoms have bloomed a few times, and the journey to the east is farther than the first life......

The whispers were accompanied by the sound of the piano, word by word, and came into his ears, even Meng Yan couldn't help but be stunned, and hurriedly looked at the figure in the snow, Yi Tianqing showed even more disbelief, and looked straight straight at it incredulously, and the person slowly stood up.

‘...... No one has those hands, it is difficult for you to have them by hugging, if you want to have them, you must first know how to accept loss, who can ask for the mountains with love?'

The singing voice seemed to be gently admonishing, but Yi Tianqing's face changed greatly when he heard the voice, and his figure flashed, and he rushed out.

"Skywalk!"

The lightning stretched out her hand and grabbed it, Yi Tianqing went out with all her strength, but she grabbed it empty, and the other party floated out from under her claws with a slight and clever turn.

‘...... Why don't you put the sad feeling and assume that it comes from your fiction? I can't find it in the test tube to stain my eyes......

The tone in the song is softer, as if there is infinite unbearability and regret, like Yi Tianqing, who noticed something, panic flashed in his eyes, he shot more urgently, and he was in a hurry to catch something, almost desperately, and with another grab, he successfully grabbed the windbreaker, but the man who sang smiled, stepped on the dance steps, and floated out of the coat at once.

‘...... The dust hardens like a stone, and it is thrown down and flees......

Out of the range of capture, the man flashed far away, avoiding Yi Tianqing far away, the smile on his face was not reduced, still gentle, but ...... A little more regretful.

"Tianxing! don't go!" Yi Tianqing's body lit up and sped out, the panic in his eyes was almost desperate, "You can't just leave like this! I can't accept this kind of explanation!"

The chase was as quick as a spark, the man on the opposite side did not move, but drifted back at the same speed, the distance between the two sides did not close, but got farther and farther, and finally, the man bowed infinitely chic, and bent down to take off his hat to the woman who had been chasing after him for most of his life, as if to salute.

‘...... I'm not rare, and if I go around the street for a week, I'll be gone......

A claw finally touched the target, but it passed directly through the rapidly fading body, and nothing could be retained, Yi Tianqing, who was too violent, fell into the snow at once, fell heavily, and caused the snowflakes to fly, but only heard the softer and lighter song, echoing low in his ears, and finally silence.

‘...... You're not enough, I'll give you this old coat to relieve the spell......

The singing stopped, and the slightest voice of that person could no longer be heard in my ears, but it lingered in my heart for a long time. (To be continued......)