A cold smile appeared at the corner of Pei Zongche's mouth.

"Fool, scare you, I saw you too drunk last night, I didn't bother you this morning, I went out to surprise you. Pei Zongche gently scratched Ruan Xiyao's nose and said softly.

"Surprise?"

"Yes, I have to dress like this for the past few days, I want you to know that whether it was a thousand years ago or in this life, I can play the role you want and accompany you through every life. ”

"Zong Che ......"

In the evening, Pei Zongche took Ruan Xiyao to a pavilion and sat down, there was still wine tonight, and the guqin was put aside.

Ruan Xiyao didn't understand, don't you usually have these?

"You think it's weird, right? I just want to live like this with you, if one day I stop singing and filming, I want you to return to the mountains and forests, be a pair of fairy couples, I don't know why, as long as I see you, I have such an impulse, since God let me meet you, I want to live like you and I want. ”

"Zong Che, what's wrong with you these days?"

"I know, in the past few days of coming out to play, we are in a hurry to do anything, I'm sorry for you, all the itineraries this year are almost full, maybe you say, I take fame and fortune too seriously, but the pursuit of singing is like pursuing you, I can't bear it, don't worry, give me some time, I will definitely do what I say." ”

"I can understand your heart, Ruan Xiyao. ”

"I won't deliberately ask you what you have on your mind, I will wait for you to tell me if you are willing to tell me, you drank too much last night, and we will drink less and more tonight, after all, it is liquor. ”

After speaking, a flash of light frightened Ruan Xiyao, and when she turned around, it turned out to be fireworks.

A gorgeous moment can be a lifetime of fireworks, and each one makes the loudest sound and blooms all.

One by one, they are like the flowers scattered by the goddess, or like the peacock opening the screen, blooming, falling, a moment of beauty, a moment of brilliance, just to try to interpret their short life.

Ruan Xiyao still saw the pity and sympathy of the fireworks, which was also the remaining time that inspired her, and the words of the abbot reminded her once again that her days in the world were numbered, why not be like this fireworks, bloom everything, and leave no regrets.

After more than ten minutes of fireworks, the fireworks slowly stopped, and the surroundings returned to silence.

"Zong Che, is this the surprise you are talking about?"

"Do you still like it?"

"Well, I love it. Ruan Xiyao said with a smile, "This fireworks are really beautiful, they used to be seen during the Chinese New Year, but I didn't expect to see such beautiful fireworks today." ”

"As long as you like, I'll burn it to you often. ”

"That's not unusual, only rare will be cherished, and only will feel beautiful. ”

"You're rare, so I'll cherish it. ”

Looking at each other, Ruan Xiyao was so shy that she turned around and sat down at the stone table, poured a full glass of wine, and drank a glass first, and was very curious to see that there was still painting paper in this pavilion.

"Did you prepare all this?"

“...... Yes...... Probably...... It's ......"

When he asked others to arrange the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting for him, it really didn't fall behind! Pei Zongche couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Ruan Xiyao looked at Pei Zongche in ancient costume, thought about what Pei Zongche said, drank half a pot of liquor in one go, staggered to the painting table, took out paints and pens from his sleeves, and before Pei Zongche could see it clearly, everything had been placed, and Ruan Xiyao, who was surprised, didn't notice what she had done.

Ruan Xiyao's move made Pei Zongche know the magic of his girlfriend once, and when he saw that Ruan Xiyao wanted to paint, he woke up and walked to the guzheng and sat down.

The two looked at each other for a while, and then used "Fate to Happiness" as a song to help the fun.

In a drunken trance, the surprise of seeing Ji Cheng last night still flashed in Ruan Xiyao's mind. The curtains arranged in the pavilion fluttered slightly in the wind. Many thoughts and thoughts are turned into paper.

Ruan Xiyao lifted the paintbrush and looked at Pei Zongche's gaze affectionately, she wanted to draw the Ji Cheng that flashed in her mind. Pei Zongche's gentle and slender fingers between the pianos plucked Ruan Xiyao's thoughts from thousands of years, even if she didn't have all the memories, she could feel that they had never forgotten them for thousands of years.

The sky was quiet and the lights were shining everywhere.

The sound of the piano is murmuring, as if entering the river to show all the gentleness, the sparse and dense stars slowly leaned out, flashing and flashing with the sound of the piano, the slender moon, and a few floating clouds tease each other, the piano player's hair is flicking, such as the appearance of the beauty, only to see the beauty outline the details of its appearance, immediately undecided, only to pluck the strings tightly, the index finger provoked, as if shocked by the beauty of the soul. Like the cloud, one finger is ethereal, and the other is clear. Leisurely like pine waves, responding to the empty valley; clear like autumn water, lightly buckle the shallows; bright like the full moon sparkling, hanging down the Han tile; sonorous like iron hooves, flying over the Qin bricks...... The drummer has long sleeves and climbs high in the wind, and the small mountains are in the bottom of his eyes, abandoning the floating name like a medie. A guqin, like the spring of the holy mountain, poured down - poured down: three thousand zhang is the surging bright moon, three thousand zhang is the clear frost.

As soon as the piano sounded, Ruan Xiyao also sighed lightly.

The moment Pei Zongche got up, the green smoke of the incense burner in front of the piano case twisted a few times, and he was anxious to see what Ruan Xiyao had painted.

A piece of paper in vain, nothing, but I saw it just now......

"Ruan Xiyao, you...... How do I ...... Can't see what's drawn on it?"

"No one can see any trace of me left in this world, so you can come close to me, but you can't see my paintings. ”

"Then why am I close to you?"

"This ......" Ruan Xiyao didn't want to tell Pei Zongche the truth of the matter, "because you are Ji Cheng." ”

"But I want to leave everything about you. ”

"Anyway, I'm just a wisp of soul, how can I leave a trace in this world?"

"Can you tell me what you're drawing?"

"It's your portrait, and I painted it just now when you were playing the piano. ”

"Yes, but why did you just sigh?"

“...... I...... I ......" Ruan Xiyao wanted to look back at the painting, but she didn't have the courage, so she only looked back slightly and said hesitantly.

"I can't see what you're drawing, but as long as it's yours, I'm going to keep it,"

When Pei Zongche wanted to go to the painting, Ruan Xiyao looked panicked and hurriedly folded the drawing paper and put it in his sleeve.

“...... I...... You...... I ......"

"Why don't you keep it for me, as long as you're drawing me, it doesn't matter if I can't see it. ”

"No...... I'm going to keep it for myself, it's the first time I've painted your portrait. ”

Ruan Xiyao's dodging eyes made Pei Zongche's heart full of suspicion, and his cold expression made Ruan Xiyao feel scared.

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