As if to match my wild dance, the music of the man and woman changed again, rushing violently and tumbling violently.

Han Han learned from me, jumping wildly in place, constantly grimacing on his face, making the people on both sides laugh non-stop. Ten years of traces, the wind and snow outside the plug and the perverted girl ran into the crowd again, pulling the surrounding people in and jumping together.

The music shifts again, flowing and festive.

"Folk Song of the East China Sea", this song depicts the beautiful spring scenery of the East China Sea, and expresses the incomparable love of the people of the East China Sea for their hometown and their yearning for a better and happy life. Li Caizi shook his fan to explain, and his voice reached my ears.

There was jubilation all around, and the people completely let go of their horror and worry about having just taken over their homes, and I greeted the people in the crowd, and the people responded enthusiastically.

"I didn't expect this crazy laugh to be so friendly and get along with the people......"

"This panda with a laughing collar is so cute......"

"These women with crazy laughter are so beautiful......"

"And the old lady, it's a lot of fun in there......"

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Hearing the discussion of the surrounding people, the faces of the scholars all changed, they squeezed their eyes at each other, and began to retreat to the back of the crowd.

"Don't go, you're going to take us on a tour......" The woman's voice sounded far away from them.

When the scholars heard the voice of the perverted girl, they quickly rushed out of the crowd and ran up, and a few of them ran desperately, even throwing away the fan in their hands, and they didn't dare to pick it up. The one with the Confucius fan ran while looking back, and when he didn't pay attention, he stumbled under his feet and threw him to the ground, and the scholar quickly got up and ran forward in a panic.

The crowd burst into laughter, and the dancing stopped.

At the end of the song, the tone changes again. A song "Liang Zhu" sounded softly. Light as water, floating like clouds, giving people a concise and peaceful sense of ancient charm. The pitch is low, but it can penetrate people's hearts lightly. [

The perverted girl looked at the direction in which the scholars left, and did not catch up, but just laughed eating.

"Beautiful male sister, aren't you looking for scholars? Why did you let these scholars go, they are the 'Western Five Talents'!" said to the coloring girl.

"It's too pedantic, it's too pretentious, it's too a**, I don't like it!" replied with a smile.

"'Western Five Talents', I think it's better to be called 'Western Five Jackals'! These pretending scholars are similar to the jackals we met along the way!" said Yidao Piaohong next to him.

"Leave these few people in the world to harm the world, it's better for me to cut them down!" Sai Li Kui and a sword have no regrets, who blocked Taishan.

"I agree, I don't know how many women this kind of person has to seduce every day?" said Tarzan.

"The girls are in love with these people the most!" said Yijian without regrets.

"**Boy, Sichun girl, each takes his own wishes, why bother?" said a half-wine monk.

"The wine monk said well, maybe some girls are very willing to be deceived themselves?" said a knife fluttering red.

"Turnip greens, each has its own love, these scholars are the type that some girls like!" said Yijian without regrets.

"I don't like it anyway! Sai Li Kui will kill if he wants to, don't think about it so much!" said the perverted girl.

"Well, in the evening, I will find them, touch them in their necks, and send them to the underworld. ”

"Let's listen to the laughter!" said Ten Years Trail.

"It's just a few disciples, let them go, let's enjoy this "Liang Zhu" well!"

The ensemble of guzheng and erhu delicately presents this beautiful and out-of-the-bone love.

"Brother Laughing, how do you know that this is "Liang Zhu"?" said Saiwai Fengxue

"Books, books can tell us so many things!" I didn't tell them, my laughing hole was full of all kinds of books.

"Can you tell me what Liang Zhu says?" asked the woman.

"It's a love ......" Ten Years Trail looked at me and said, "Cher and I have both read this book."

"What kind of love, ten years sister tell me!" the woman urged.

"A very sad and beautiful love ......" Ten years of traces fell into contemplation, said the wind and snow outside.

"Lovers can't be together before they die, but they turn into a pair of butterflies together after death......" Listening to the end of this Liang Zhu, I said with a smile.

"That's right...... They're so pitiful......" said the pervert earnestly.

"It's good that they finally got together, danced and flew together!" said Saiwai Fengxue.

"That's just the author's order to take care of the reader's feelings, right, how can a person turn into a butterfly when he dies?"

"Actually, the two of them can run away privately, run to a place where no one can find them, and hold the hand of the son and grow old with the son!" said Ten Years Trail raised his head.

"You can't be the same in life, and you can't be in the same hole in death! All the love vows in this world can't be worth these two sentences!" Thinking of that poignant story, I couldn't help but join the discussion of these women.

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The music stopped suddenly, and the man put his erhu on the stool and stood up. Everyone looked at the man, and saw that the man cleared his voice, and a beautiful song was sung by him:

The ancients said that silk is not as good as bamboo, and bamboo is not as good as meat. Knowing that this is not inevitable, Li Zhou did not listen enough to play the kite. When Wen Jun was seven or eight years old, he knew all the five tones and six rhythms. The thirteen strings are the most wonderful, and the palace is young and young. Qingcong is accustomed to walking on the day of the long catalpa, and several times he has been called urgently. The word goose line oblique royal feast, Qiang Jin Ji Yu Ling non-smoke. It seems to be in the waning moon of the fifth watch, and the cicadas are poignantly cut. It is also like a stone pile under the leaves, and the cliff spring is draining and draining. At the beginning of the Hongmen jade bucket, the weaver girl Jin Suo flew into the sky. Sometimes the garden is full of flowers, and sometimes it is too liquid and the autumn waves are wide. When the head sits alone, the whole seat is full of wind and breeze. The sky is open, the sacred heart is happy, and the purple gold and white beads are stained with gifts. came out and had no time to return home, and went to ** drunk Mingyue. In the year, he turned sixty arts into fine and wrote new songs in Liyuan. Recently, I am still melancholy, and the spring desert in my hometown is flat. Enshrine and listen to the words, and see the music from the rise and fall of the past. Just like Yizhou and Liangzhou, they are all peaceful songs and dances. The king followed this voice, and did not stop crying like rain.

The woman's left and right hands move quickly on the zither to match the man's singing.

The singing voice is clear, the lyrics are tragic, the zither sound is agitated, and the music is ethereal.

The man's robe is flying, and the woman's long hair is shaking, this picture does not seem to be in the world. Everyone has forgotten about applauding and applauding. No one could see the dirt on their bodies, all they saw was two talented men and women.

"Wonderful, wonderful!" I can't find any words in my heart to praise them other than those two words.

What kind of people are these two people who have such skills, but are willing to live on the streets?

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The singing stopped abruptly, the music stopped abruptly, but people were still immersed in the song, immersed in the sound of the zheng. The aftertaste is long and the aftertaste is endless.

"Everyone, it's ugly!" the man bowed slightly to the audience around him, and that salute was elegant and atmospheric.

Only then did everyone react, and many people rushed forward and put coins in the box. The woman stood up, walked over to the box, and picked it up. Some of the money couldn't be put in it and fell to the ground, and the people around helped pick it up and put it in the woman's arms carrying the box.

The woman didn't thank her, smiled slightly, and followed the man to the side of the guzheng and began to pack up her things. The two men poured the money into one bag, took out two cloth bags from the other, carefully put the instrument in their hand into it, and carried it on their backs.

The man took the stools to a nearby stall and gave them to the stall owner, and took some coins and gave them to the stall owner.

The man and woman turned to leave, looking very calm and calm.

"These two people are real masters!" said Blade Flutter Red as he looked in the direction they were leaving.

"Oh, how do you see that!" I asked

"When they pack their things, they have deep internal skills, and they understate it!"

"What do you think their purpose is?"

"It's not good!" replied in the affirmative.

"These two shouldn't be here at this time!" said Ten Years Trail as he walked up to me and said softly.

"Let me meet them with the Wine Monk!" said a knife fluttering red.

"You can try, but it won't be until the evening!" I smiled.