"Okay, wait until I open the window. ”

With that, Mucha walked to the window, and when he opened it, the moonlight poured in like water.

Ying Han was a little puzzled: "Open the window?"

"My song, I need to meet the occasion, the night is so beautiful tonight, look at the moonlight and listen to me sing, I have a feeling, if I really have a famous voice, then it is called a sense of meaning. ”

Ying Han looked at the bright moon outside the window, as if there had been such a scene before,

Mucha didn't come back, but sat down on the windowsill, the moonlight sweeping down her ears, the breeze ruffling the strands of hair on her forehead and blowing the veil on her body.

Such people and scenes, just placed there, are the most beautiful existence, if accompanied by singing, wouldn't it be more pleasing to the eye.

Mucha reached out and pulled his hair and asked Ying Han, "Are you ready, I'm ready to sing." ”

Ying Han nodded, and Mucha looked sideways at the bright moon in the sky.

"When is the bright moon? Ask the wine to the sky, I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace.

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, the height is unbearable, dance to figure out the shadow, how to ...... in the world"

Singing this, Mucha jumped down from the windowsill, picked up the teacup on the table, replaced the wine with tea, took a sip, and his steps swirled lightly with the song.

Once upon a time, Ying Han was also like this, only envious of mandarin ducks and not immortals, preferring the prosperity of the world, but only creation made people.

Now Ying Han, I don't know what year it is, the outside world has long been a matter of people, but there is still a girl holding a teacup, singing softly in the moonlight, dancing.

Ying Han looked at the people in front of him, and wanted to ask, why did he have to do his best to protect himself back then, isn't it good that everyone is gone?

It's just that Ying Han knows that the person in front of him is no longer the person he was back then, and he can't answer any of his questions.

"Turn Zhu Ge, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly, there should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye.

People have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, at this time it is difficult to be complete, but I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together. ”

Ying Han smiled bitterly, I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together, I am the only one in this world to survive, who can share Chanjuan with me?

After Mucha finished singing, she looked at Ying Han who was alone in a daze, jumped in front of Ying Han, stretched out her hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

"Hey, what do you want? How about my singing, can I perform this in a few days?"

Ying Han suddenly came back to his senses, and after a few breaths, he smiled again.

"Does Mucha want to marry or not?"

Mucha shook his head: "Naturally, I don't want to get married, I'm only eighteen." Besides, I don't want to marry someone I don't know, in the future, I must marry someone I like and like me at the same time, and I can only like me, not three wives and four concubines. ”

Speaking of this, Mucha saw that Ying Han was in a daze, and leaned in front of him and asked, "Do you think I'm a bit overbearing?" ”

Ying Han lowered his head: "No, a couple for a lifetime, it's very good." ”

Mucha smiled, in this world of men with three wives and four concubines, there is still a person like Ying Han.

It would be nice if Ying Han was a person, not a plant.

Thinking of this, Mucha was suddenly shocked.

What should it be like to be a person? What are you thinking about? Mucha, what the hell are you doing, you have crossed over to the point that this is not a love affair with beauty, is it better to be sober.

Even if Mucha tried to suppress the throbbing in her heart, she could faintly feel as if she had fallen.

Mucha suddenly had an idea, maybe it was time to let Ying Han go free, but she was reluctant, after all, Ying Han accompanied her to find Liang Duyue's Good Luck Cave, accompanied herself to build a successful foundation, and accompanied herself to learn the cultivation method of the Three Souls and Seven Spirits, although they had only been together for less than a month, the two had experienced too much together.

Mucha has become accustomed to going out every day and stuffing the Xiyang bottle into his arms, accustomed to always having an invisible but audible person to accompany him every day, accustomed to turning books for a person who can't turn the book at night, and used to reciting Ying Han's name silently in his heart whenever there is a problem.

Habit is a terrible thing, when Mucha realized that Ying Han was already in many of her habits, she was even wondering if she had relied on Ying Han too much, and whether she should let Ying Han go.

Ying Han didn't feel the change in Muxia's mood, he was still immersed in his own world.

"If you don't want to get married, don't sing, otherwise it might happen again today. ”

Ah, the past is unbearable, and she really doesn't want to go through today's events again.

But when Ying Han said this, he just thought I was singing well.

Mucha grinned, "Is my singing really that good?"

"Of course not. Ying Han recalled the lyrics, not Mucha's song, "I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together, as soon as this sentence comes out, you will definitely become the object of everyone's pursuit." ”

Mucha pursed her lips, she still thought I didn't sing well.

It seems that the traverser still has to rely on Li Bai and Su Shi.

If the road of singing is really denied, Mucha will have no way out.

Ying Han looked at Muxia's sad face, and also fell into deep thought.

Performance, how can we find a breakthrough in something that seems to be unsolvable?