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When Qing Wei was holding the charred sycamore wood and planning to make another scorched tail, he happened to pass by the sycamore platform.

The melodious sound of the piano on the Wutong platform is like a crying and complaining, and it flows slowly in the heart like a clear stream, which is refreshing and pleasant.

She couldn't help but stop, and for a long time, she actually snorted.

“…… Huangquan Biluo Mu today,

The eaves corner sycamore urges the old man.

May Acacia send red beans,

The vicissitudes of life are not free. ”

Qing Wei's voice is not born to be as tactful and melodious as a servant, and there is always a hint of hoarseness in her voice, but it makes people have a long aftertaste.

At the end, the sound of the piano was like an aftersound, hovering in Qing Wei's heart for a long time and refusing to leave.

When she woke up, she was already crying, and she suddenly understood the mood of Qiqiao.

As she was about to leave, she heard someone on the Sycamore Stage whispering, "You sang well, do you want to come up and have a drink?" ”

Qing Wei looked up, and it happened that the man was lying on the piano with half-squinted eyes, his posture was lazy and casual, and next to him were two exquisite wine bottles, as well as a pot of fine wine.

Most women don't drink alcohol, but Qingwei is an exception.

The sunlight through the sycamore leaves fell on her eyes, and she smiled heartily, "Very good." ”

Feng Gu lightly poured her full of wine, Qing Wei smelled the fragrance and hurriedly drank it, but her face was wrinkled with bitterness: "Other people's wine is either spicy or fragrant, how can your wine be as bitter as medicine!" ”

"Oh? Is it, this Immortal Jun deliberately brewed such bitterness. ”

Qing Wei's face was about to turn black with bitterness, "Hey, dead roast chicken!" If you can't do it, don't make excuses, okay......"

However, the phoenix dove was neither panicked nor annoyed, shook the wine in the wine bottle gently, and then drank it all.

The wine reddened his face slightly, and it was a little human in the warm wind.

He said: "This wine is called 'Chang Xiang Shou' also known as 'Death'. ”

Qing Wei suddenly remembered the story told by Qin Xian, lovesickness and staying together are both bitter, and the so-called death is just a broken grief, with the intention of sustenance.

See you in the next life, where will it be so easy.

——It's really a white-collar salary!

I thought I wouldn't drink it anymore, but I suddenly felt that the taste of the wine was nostalgic. Sure enough, love and love are as terrible as wine.

The phoenix dove smiled sequely, "But do you want it?" ”

The hollowness in her heart really made her feel. "Yes, yes."

…… This is about the most harmonious time that Qing Wei and Feng Dove get along.

Roast chicken, good wine, and a greedy stinky fox.

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It's just that things don't go so way.

Qingwei traveled all over the world to invite the master who made his teeth, and he called Qinzun.

It is probably Qingwei Shangxian's 'great achievements', which are too famous all over the world. In short, the man was afraid that Qing would eat him, and finally made the lyre.

It also looks like a scorched tail, but the actual timbre is very different from the one before the heavy one.

Qin Zun lowered his head and wiped his sweat, and said in fear: "The humble immortal really tried his best, and asked Qingwei to go to the immortal ......."

"That's it." Qing Wei stroked the body of the lyre and said lightly: "After everything in the world is destroyed, there is no substitute, let alone a piano." Go down. ”

"Yes!"

Probably because this piano almost died, Qing Wei cherished it very much. She didn't dare to pull the strings twisted by ice silk as hard as before.

It's just that the scorched tail was still used by her to play cotton.

Well, in her words, thrift is a good immortal!

In order to fulfill Qiqiao's wish to listen to the piano, Qing Wei practiced day and night, and finally ......