The fragrance of the autumn garden wafts all over the building, leaning on the railing and sniffing, sighing softly. The hill hides the beauty of autumn, and thousands of people compete for favor and glory. Gui Gao branch moves, drifting ocean

Crossing the sea and suing people from afar.

The full moon festival is full of halls, joyful, and forgetful. Only thinking about this is sorrowful, and Amitabha Buddha in every way. There is no echo, alone

Its bar, a good cool autumn.

As soon as the words fell, I only heard a gentle sigh, and at this time, Pei Zongche's mobile phone rang, the woman turned around in shock, Pei Zongche immediately hung up the phone and looked up.

Just a wisp of wind came, the clothes fluttered, the green silk flew, like a white butterfly stopped on the dangerous pavilion, making people worry and make people anxious.

The state is thick and true, the texture is delicate and the bones and blood are even.

It will be ten thousand years in the eye, and I will forget that this mountain is steep, and there is a cliff on the other side of the body.

“...... Right...... I'm sorry...... I'm the one who disturbed you. Pei Zongche stood behind a tree and said in surprise and apology.

Instantly felt that time was frozen in this moment, like a dream, if you can look at this woman with your head held high like this, you will never feel a sore neck for the rest of your life.

Pei Zongche didn't want to look at the road under his feet, he just wanted to slowly approach this peerless beauty woman with his head raised like this.

“...... Not...... It's okay......" Seeing that Pei Zongche was about to approach, the woman hurriedly stepped back, lowered her head and said softly.

Pei Zongche heard this sound as if he was lying on a pile of soft clouds, and his ears seemed to be gently massaged, he had never heard such a sound, and when he saw Ruan Xiyao retreating forward, he stopped, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"What you just said is so good, it's just fascinating, and you're in the middle of it. Pei Zongche couldn't help but say.

"That's a song "Royal Street Walking", Childe, have you heard it?" I saw her nod and salute and ask softly.

"Childe, are you?" Pei Zongche was a little panicked, this woman was dressed like a woman in ancient costumes, and this etiquette was only seen on ancient costume TV, isn't she a fan of Hanfu? But I can't figure it out, her dress is natural with her, "I'm Pei Zongche." ”

"My name is Ruan Xiyao,...... Hello. Ruan Xiyao knew that reaching out might be a friendly gesture, but because of her identity, she still stepped back very politely.

"Ruan Xiyao, Ruan Xiyao. Pei Zongche read the name alone, and he thought that this name would be engraved in his heart forever from then on.

He had indeed never seen such a beautiful woman, with a white dress and a delicate face, dressing up the ancient costume so extremely, sniffing it gently, a faint fragrance surrounded him.

This scene, this person, so one, so unforgettable, intoxicated, and groaning. Seeing Ruan Xiyao shyly raise her water sleeve and gently cover her face, she realized his abruptness, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry to disturb your Yaxing just now, what do you mean by "Royal Street Travel"?" Pei Zongche heard Ruan Xiyao introduce her name, and felt that the name was as beautiful as a person.

It's a brand name. Ruan Xiyao replied.

"Why do you dress differently from us, do you like to dress up in ancient costumes?" Pei Zongche's eyes were fixed on Ruan Xiyao's body and refused to relax for a second.

"I've always been like this, there is no like or dislike. ”

"The words you wrote are so good, very beautiful, although I can't write such words, but I just think it's very beautiful. Pei Zongche felt that there seemed to be an insurmountable gap with the woman in front of him, and he really wanted to talk to Ruan Xiyao.

But I always feel that something is wrong, the words between the two of them can't match each other, but I really want to chat with Ruan Xiyao, he is always looking for opportunities between each other.

"Do you also know how to write lyrics?" Ruan Xiyao really wanted someone to be able to write lyrics, so that there would be music in the world, and he would be able to give the Ghost Emperor an answer.

It's been a while in this world, she wants to complete the task early and return to the ghost emperor as soon as possible, Pei Zongche was the first to ask her about writing words, she thought it would be better to ask this time no matter what the result was.

"I'll be a little, but I'm too far from your words. Pei Zongche said modestly.

In fact, there is also an inexplicable joy in his heart, he thinks that this may be the opportunity between each other.

"Really, that's great, so I can know more about the music. Ruan Xiyao was so happy to hear this answer, she had been waiting for so long, and she had finally arrived.

Because the two had this common hobby, they chatted together for a while, both of them forgot the time, Ruan Xiyao learned a lot of things she never knew through Pei Zongche, and Pei Zongche chatted with Ruan Xiyao to know that there would be such a magical girl in this world.

They started talking about music and talked about things in life, Ruan Xiyao sighed that everything in this world is really a vicissitudes of life, and who is in charge of the past few dynasties.

Before I knew it, it was already the bright moon, and the two were still sitting in the pavilion next to the osmanthus tree talking and laughing. The moon is very round, the night is very quiet, Pei Zongche thinks of Chang'e in the moon as if she is by his side, the bright moonlight and the white clothes on Ruan Xiyao's body reflect each other, and it feels like Ruan Xiyao is in a fog.

Pei Zongche had never encountered such a wonderful feeling, and suddenly felt that he had spent this year's Mid-Autumn Festival in the Heavenly Palace, sitting with such a beautiful woman and chatting about all aspects of music, it was not a pity to die in this life.

"The moon is so full and beautiful. Ruan Xiyao looked up and sighed.

"I don't think I'm half as good as the people around me. Pei Zongche couldn't help but say.

"It's getting late, aren't you going home? Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Ruan Xiyao's face suddenly turned crimson by Pei Zongche's praise, and she immediately covered half of her face with her water sleeve.

"I'm sorry I offended you, but I'm telling the truth. Pei Zongche suddenly realized that what he said just now seemed to be a little abrupt, and hurriedly apologized and explained.