Tsing Yi's long skirt swayed gently with the pace, like a flower branch floating by the warm breeze in spring. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Her waist bent slightly, leaning over in front of the white clothes, the faint aroma of wine clouded the feminine fragrance on her body, but it became more and more enchanting.

The eyebrows and eyes are spring, the corners of the lips are spring, and the slender figure is also an intoxicating spring.

But Bai Yi was not moved, he was not a fool, the one in front of him, he didn't need to eat it to know that it was a poisonous fruit, although it was tempting, but deadly.

The elixir and jade liquid are empty in the dream, and the white clothes look up at the glass-like wine flowing downstream, just like an unawakened dream. Although he didn't pay attention to Yuanmu, who was obviously drunk, he himself was not intoxicated by the influence of this wine. The moonlight in the distance obscured the indulgence that flashed in his eyes, after all, he was also a teenager, young Muai, seeing the moving beauty of spring, he would naturally be intoxicated.

Because this full of spring is moving, it is even more intoxicating.

Skillfully took off the golden step next to the bun, and Yuanmu suddenly flipped the corners of his skirt and danced under the moon. Her dancing is extraordinarily graceful, and it seems that she has been preparing for a long time, but she has never been glimpsed. This is the gift she prepared for Tianyi, and she was originally going to show her after Tianyi canonized the princess. Unexpectedly, now by mistake, she jumped to the person she hated the most.

Will she regret it? Probably not. Because she was already drunk, she just danced to the dream in front of her, and just danced to the person she had always loved so much.

This short-lived dance posture made Bai Yi feel a little relaxed, even though he knew that this was not for himself to see, but how could such a moving dance not move him? With this dance, Bai Yi stopped his glass and raised his glass, tapping the wine glasses and dishes in front of him and beating the beat. He vaguely remembered the origin of the song he had struck, and hummed softly, it was a gentle song, which just complemented the gentle beauty under the moon.

Bai Yi vaguely remembered the name of the song, which should be called "Cicada Under the Moon". The gentle and soft tune tugged at his once broken heart, and he couldn't help but be intoxicated.

"Tulle brocade robe, fluttering, fluttering, spring flowers. The falling bell is skillful, shaking and shaking, and the sound is like a yellow finch. Even if this song is played, the dance steps will be enchanting. But I'm only fascinated, that faint smile······"

“······ Drink a small cup of burning, but you can't get drunk today, and this sorrow is difficult to get rid of with wine. I want to be free for a lifetime, but I can't fight for troubles, and bend my waist for the red face"

"Rouge powder medicine, look, look, light makeup is just right. Spices, tune and tune, and the smoke is slightly thinner. How much does this wine have to pour, drunk and dreamed of it, and danced gracefully······"

"Whoever passes by, half-open the window lattice to listen to the seven-day summer cicadas on the tree. The saddest thing is that I know that I don't stop and I can't stop crying. The fuller the moon, the more intense the chirping, and throughout the night, Shaohua is far away. ”

"Whoever passes by, half a beaded curtain peeps into an altar of Qionghua under the moon. The saddest thing is that I can't sleep at night, and I worry about it every day. The moon is fuller, the petals are also about to disperse, all night, and the flowering period is far away. ”

The music is moving, there should not be any tacit understanding between two people, but under such a mesmerizing moonlight, you dance, I sing and make up a pair of beautiful scenery, a beautiful picture of a gentleman and a beautiful woman.

Maybe fate is such an ethereal thing, often when you are most caught off guard, quietly come. And who is what they see in their eyes, who can say clearly? Maybe the person in front of Yuanmu in her eyes is still the young man she hates and dislikes so much, maybe the beautiful woman under the moon in the eyes of the white clothes is still the sister Yuanmu who has always hated him, but what does it matter now.

Under the misty moonlight, it is like a metaphorical happy drama in the marquee, like a "Peach Blossom Fan" with a happy ending. The intoxicating spring color is permeated under the moon, and each other finally touches each other's souls for the first time, and this time is the best time for Queqiao.

In life, the most beautiful scenery is not to be disappointed.

The light beat continued, and they didn't seem to want to see the dawn so early, because that would mean that the good atmosphere would dissipate. But the false feeling can never get the most real touch, they are still temporarily sober from the intoxication, and under the moonlight, the two are opposed.

The beautiful woman danced and flew over the clouds, and the son sang and stood from afar, which is the most real dream.

"Why don't you hate me?" asked the beautiful woman in a low voice, and she could tell that the boy had never hated her. Even if it wasn't for a moment, it seemed that he could understand his own feelings, and that kind of look was never pity or pity, but an unconscious empathy.

"I have also had people who are out of reach, and I have done countless stupid things for her like this, but in the end, there is still no fate, and there is still no result after all. Even if I can't put it down, what can I do?"

Listening to the young man's answer, the beauty smiled gently, the crimson drunkenness on her face covered up her shyness, lowered her head, and muttered with an unknown meaning: "I'm drunk." ”

Bai Yi happily understood, held the beautiful woman who flew down from mid-air, and responded indifferently: "Me too." ”

The night is as cold as water, and it can't outline the lingering sorrow of the night. They all adhered to this intoxicating tacit understanding, which was a fruitless fate after all. Maybe tomorrow, they'll all forget about a night without regrets. She has never been obsessed with grievances, he has never regretted it, they are just beautiful sons and daughters who admire each other, and under the cover of the moonlight, they have achieved a romantic story.

No one ever knew that the beauty had always hated and resented the childe, and no one would know that the beauty did not exist in the childe's heart. It's just a night's dream.

If they forget each other, then who will know? Tomorrow when he wakes up, he will still be the unruly and arrogant Lu Baiyi. She is still the serious and cautious Sister Yuanmu who loves Tianyi and is crazy. They will all return to their old roles and continue to take on their responsibilities.

But in that case, it's just a fruitless hangover.

The sorrow that is ready to be diminished by wine will still be entangled in their hearts, and they will not forget it in the slightest. Drinking to drown sorrow may be the most correct explanation after drunkenness. That jar of wine called "Qionghua" may become a testimony or a commemoration, cherished by someone for a lifetime, remembering such a good time to throw away all constraints, and such a reckless indulgence.

But now this night, the moonlight is misty, and the world is fine.