The people in the square, some sighed, some bowed their heads and regretted, some had bright eyes, and some had tears in their eyes......

They were speechless to each other, and they were all immersed in the passage of time.

Silently, it happened to fulfill the long-lost touch in everyone's heart.

Music, the language of the mind. Regardless of borders, regardless of race, the heart-to-heart communication, the soul-to-soul communication, is so incomparable, so wonderful and mysterious.

I don't know when, people gradually woke up like a dream. At this time, there was no trace of the man on the high platform.

But people finally got to know Duten again. That domineering boy who doesn't care what the heavenly body is!

Waste? He's going to break his fate!

When Du Teng came to his partners again, he saw a new self.

That firmness and self-confidence, that fearlessness and calmness, they are full of energy, and they are obsessed!

People are not young and vain!

Courage and responsibility, blood lasts forever!

No one ever mentions the Heavenly Absolute Body anymore, what is that? Du Teng had already given them the best answer.

They looked at each other, laughed through the air, and pierced the sky!

Autumn festival begins, at this time!

Eat meat in large gulps and drink wine in large bowls. Friends make friends, confidants know each other. This is the life Du Teng wants.

Not far away, Yang Qiaoer, a pretty widow in the east of the village, was still flattering at him.

Unfortunately, Tang Han always passes by in the middle. Yang Qiao'er, who was angry, stomped lightly on her lotus feet.

The wind is blowing!

Du Teng laughed, pulled Konoha and lifted it, and came to the high wall, and threw it away.

With a finger of the wooden sword, a pot of wine had landed firmly on the blade.

Shaking his wrist and closing the sword, the wine jug slid down the sword, and the wine was in his hand.

Raise your head, and the wine will be in your bowels.

After drinking, my eyes are blurred.

Sure enough, a glass of poured wine!

Hahaha!

Du Teng stretched out his hand and pulled him, and pressed him to his thigh. Holding a blind drunkard in his arms, Du Teng was drunk in the wind......

The next day, Du Teng woke up from a daze, and unconsciously let go for a long time, before gradually remembering what happened yesterday.

I'm singing again!

In fact, when it comes to singing, this world is not the same as that on earth. Their songs here are more like the structure of the lyrics and songs of the ancient Song and Yuan dynasties, with symmetrical rhythms and rhymes.

They are not called singing here, but arias and commentaries. Invoked to express people and things, evaluation is the evaluation and perception of events.

And not everyone can sing here, they have special people who do this, people call them critics.

Of course, everyone can sing and comment on the tune, but it is the works of those who can spread and pass on.

And Du Teng's singing is a completely different way from them. Don't talk about it, and I don't pay attention to neat symmetry or anything at all. It feels like these ordinary people in the folk, it's completely from the mouth.

But whether it is the rhythm or the connotation of the lyrics, it is indeed refreshing and resonant.

So although they can't let go and can't learn, they have fully understood and naturally accepted it.

Even those friends will ask him to do another song from time to time. And whenever Du Teng sings a love song, these young boys and girls will sneak their hearts beat faster and their faces flush......

For example, Tang Han's big watery eyes......

Of course, there are exceptions. For example, Jing Yi'an, well. What is being sung? Why do I get goosebumps......

For example, Sister Song Qiao, in her eyes, was murderous!

Now that he thinks about it, Du Teng is still chilling. I'll just sing a song, how much hatred is this......

Get up! The early bird gets the worm.

After a sweaty practice and cleaning, Du Teng cooked a hearty breakfast. The old man came uninvited, and the two of them had a good time.

"You had a good review yesterday. After speaking, the old man licked his mouth unsatisfied.

"Did you hear that, too?"

"It reminds me of when I was younger. I was ...... at that time Cough. Do not say. You take this bottle of elixir, one pill a day. Wait until you recuperate. We're almost ready to go. By the way, come back early tonight to take a medicated bath," said the old man, patting his ass and leaving.

Du Teng looked at the pill in his hand, and a wave of emotion and warmth surged in his heart.

Old man, he still hasn't given up.

It's been ten years, and your hair is almost gray......

Packing up his mood, Du Teng came to the door.

The autumn breeze is rising, bringing the slightest coolness to the world.

The flowers and leaves are falling, ready to be silent about the coming bitter winter.

Du Teng took advantage of the wind and ran towards the big tree by the river.

Everyone came early today, but they didn't make a fuss as usual.

Everyone sat in a circle, their faces serious, as if they were discussing something very important.

"I don't care what you think, I've already decided anyway" Jing Yi'an refused to lag behind in everything, and scrambled to speak first.

"I've thought about it too. I'm alone anyway. Where do you want to go, "Sister Song Qiao is also very simple.

"Don't be impulsive. It's not that simple. Did you think about your parents and relatives at home?" Hong Yu spoke in time, "Also, where are you going? How much do you know about the outside? You just went out so rashly, can you survive?"

Du Teng nodded and said, "We still need time to make some preparations." The fuller, the better. Now is the time. Our conditions are far from ripe."

"Then what should we do, what should we do?" Niu Xiaoluo asked.

......

The discussion lasted from morning to evening, and almost everyone present made statements and pledges. It wasn't until night fell that everyone came to an agreement, and they went their separate ways, each going back to his own home.

Du Teng was in the medicated bath tub, boiled in gurgling water, his whole body was red like a ripe shrimp, and the top of his head was still steaming.

But looking at his mental state, it is very good. The reason why this is so is because, over the years, he has not known how many times he has been boiled and boiled, and he is very experienced.

"Old man, I'll discuss something with you. "You see, Du Teng still has this leisure at this time.

"If you have something, say it, and let it go if you have a fart"

"You see you're almost busy with everything you should have. Now I'm very idle every day. Why don't you just go and instruct those bear children casually? Their magic...... Oops, don't mention it. It's so rough that you can't stand it."

"I'm okay to drink a little wine, it's not good to refine a pill or something. Why do you want to run away with a group of children for a while?" the old man crossed Erlang's legs and gave Du Teng a white look with his nostrils buttoned.

"Then what do you think of this thing?" After speaking, Du Teng didn't know where to take a collector's edition of "Three Hundred Tang Poems".

Swish!

But before he could speak, Du He snatched it away.