(Girls' Literature) She raised her hand, wanting to renew some spiritual power for Xiaolan, but found that she still couldn't use it, and she didn't know when the spiritual power could be restored.

She really didn't dare to sleep, she dreamed when she slept, and they were all nightmares, and every time she woke up, it was like tearing.

I walked out of the door, sat under the tree, and involuntarily plucked a leaf from the tree, gently put it to my lips and blew it.

I don't know what happened to the second brother and Ru'er? She left, did the "mother" feel sad? Nalan Wushuang estimated that he would be angry.

Although it's just a fake show, there are still feelings after all.

The leaves in his hand were blown out by Wu Xiaonuan with a crisp sound, the voice was faint, with a unique lightness, the man paused, and then smiled.

"Little turtle, you can even blow leaves?"

Seeing that the person who came was charming, Wu Xiaonuan couldn't help but hook her lips and smile: "This is what the old man taught me before." ”

The man couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, why didn't he remember that she still had an old friend?

Mei Qingli smiled and said, "This king can teach you to play the piano." “

Wu Xiao warmed his heart and said, the palace banquet was taught to play the piano by himself, and his ears have been poisoned countless times, and he didn't learn it at that time, and he talked about it no different from cotton, so he naturally didn't want to learn it.

"No need, I just enjoy the grassroots music."

Mei Qingli: "..'

"Sure enough, it's playing the piano to the cow."

Wu Xiaonuan glanced at the charm and left lightly: "The most painful thing in this world is not playing the piano to the cow, but a narcissistic cow playing the piano towards you, and you can't understand what it plays." ”

Mei Qingli was almost angry.

It's just that he suddenly hooked his lips and smiled: "Of course, this king doesn't want to play with the sound of a nine-thousand-year-old piano, because this king understands that what it appreciates is vulgar art." ”

Wu Xiaonuan: ".. “

"Hey, Mei Qingli, did you burn my book?"

Mei Qingli raised her eyebrows: "What?" ”

Wu Xiaonuan choked: "That's a classic that I have kept for a long time, and even some of them are out of print, why are you like this!" ”

It's okay not to say it, as soon as I said that the charm was light, I thought of what kind of man-man love in the book, and ****** popped up, and suddenly glanced at Wu Xiaonuan.

"This is what you call art? How come it is that in the eyes of this king, they are all some little yellow books of performance art? ”

"Little Yellow Book--"

Mei looked at her with raised eyebrows, and there was a hint of banter on the corners of her lips.

"If you want to learn something, you can come to this king, the so-called performance art, this king will not hesitate to spend time and effort to teach you, huh?"

Wu Xiaonuan's face turned red instantly.

Why, as long as he speaks, he is always ambiguous?

The man's breath was still in his ears, thinking that he had kissed himself before, Wu Xiaonuan couldn't help but hurriedly take two steps back, a few meters apart, Wu Xiaonuan said: "The moonlight is good today, not bad." ”

Mei looked up.

"Little turtle, didn't you notice that it's cloudy today?"

The corners of Wu Xiaonuan's lips twitched a little, okay, it's cloudy today, and she was a little speechless when she was excited just now, and she didn't know why, as long as she touched the charm and left lightly, she would take him without a problem.

Blushing when he was said, Wu Xiaonuan said: "I just can't sleep and come out for a walk." ”

Mei Qingli thought of the nightmare she seemed to have been having before, and slowly stepped forward: "Little turtle, what are you afraid of?" ”

Wu Xiaonuan couldn't help but stiffen and took two steps back.