(111) In the middle of the night, the sound of the piano returns to the deceased 1

Bai Wuchang sighed in his heart: Why, I have been with you for so long, but you never took the initiative to pay attention to me, and now, even if it is so upside down, you are not willing to give up on her? Where is she better than me? Where is she better than me......

Who is wandering beside Qianmo, who is waiting by the ancient road, looking back for a thousand years, and being lonely for a thousand years. If it weren't for the love in the depths, how could it be as cold as frost, a pot of acacia, drinking the past, wandering the world, just for a smile, but not all this drop of lovesickness, making people's hearts and intestines broken! Where the purple smoke grows, looking at the end of the world, the words are still desolate, such as true, such as false; I am stupid, I laugh!

"Who?" Mo Junli on the bed didn't feel right, he always felt that someone was staring at him somewhere, a spin, turned over and got out of bed, picked up the candlestick that had burned out before the bed, and threw it in the direction of the window, this series of actions was only completed in an instant, but Mo Junli didn't see anyone, and he didn't see anyone running away, but his intuition told him that he couldn't be wrong, someone had indeed been here.

Bai Wuchang is a ghost, how can a mortal eye see a ghost. Bai Wuchang, who was on the edge of the window, had already changed his position the moment the candlestick flew in, came to Mo Junli's side, smiled at him, and turned into a puff of white smoke and left again.

The wind erodes the spirit moon for thousands of years, and the altar is finally seen; The breeze is ancient bamboo, the moon is Su, the wine is a song, the Danqing is endowed, the love is bitter. Life is a meeting, life is a forgetting, who meets whom, who has forgotten whom, in the end we will all become the scenery in the years.

The cold sound of the night is awakened by the sound of the candlestick and the window colliding. A good date with Zhou Gong was inexplicably interrupted halfway, which made her feel very unhappy, maybe everyone would feel uncomfortable.

The two secret guards outside the house were also awakened, startled, thinking about what happened, so they jumped down the tree and came to the house: "Master, the subordinates are late, I don't know what happened?" Jiuwei was secretly refreshed: Ha, the two of us finally have a little drama!

Ye Hanyin waved his hand: "It's nothing, you two go down first." ”

Said in unison: "Yes" Hey, there is only one sentence in this scene, and this (author) is too stingy! ）

Ye Hanyin turned his head to look, the moonlight fell on the ground, and Mo Jun in front of the window was blown by the wind with a sound of his bedclothes, as if the immortal above the nine heavens came by virtue of the void wind, and in the blink of an eye, he was about to drift away, like clouds and mist, streamers and shadows, just like his identity, so high and high, which makes people look up.

Half a window is sparse, a dream for a thousand years, the piano song Xiao Xiao Di is pitiful!

Ye Hanyin got up from the bed, Mo Junli heard the movement, lit a candle for her, turned his head to look at Ye Hanyin, and the two looked at each other, as if they were both immersed in the case in each other's deep eyes, a thousand years.

How many twilight smoke and rain slope eaves, open the psalms, evoke a piece of Jiangnan; watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, go to stay unintentionally, look at the sky clouds and clouds.

Under the moonlight outside the window, a melodious piano sound echoed, like mountains and flowing water, crisp and far-reaching, but it looked weird and trembling under this moonlight.

Mo Junli frowned = frowned, although he didn't know what would happen next, but it would never be a good thing, and his eyes gradually deepened. Ye Hanyin also heard the sound of the piano, felt a chill in his heart, looked at the person unconsciously, and called softly: "Mo Junli." ”