It was as if a child was showing her talent to her parents. Although she was hardly in tune, she sang very seriously. Let the crooked music flutter in the empty square. Xiao Huangquan and Elder Shou, who were behind him, looked at each other and both had the same idea: Bad food, the girl is crazy.
But because the effect was too amazing, Luo Ming forgot to punish Aples for a while, and really let Shen Yiren finish singing this mountain song.
When the song was over, the ring was quiet again. No one speaks.
Shen Yiren's delicate body trembled slightly, and when she stood in front of Luo Ming, she was not afraid. Now this unanswered silence seems to bring her much greater fear.
At this moment, a lazy voice came from behind.
"Didn't I tell you to close your eyes when you sing?"
Shen Yiren desperately held back. She didn't open her eyes. But he couldn't help biting his lip to keep the hot tears from rolling down from his red eyes.
"...Where did you say..." The crying voice that he opened his mouth could not be hidden.
He wasn't dead—the thought took hold more quickly than anything else.
Unlike Hong Jiu, she has a mountain of reverence and an extremely firm belief in her senior brother. She didn't dare to assert that he was really alive. She was able to tell herself that he was still alive, and it was the circumstantial evidence that the delusion had defeated thousands of realities, and the delusional delusions made like a madman.
How many times she thought about rushing to the oven to see him at once. But she is from Shen Yi. She had to put the safety of the emperor above everything else.
All she could do was blindly believe that he was still alive. Be strong so that you don't get knocked down by that kind of emptiness, and let your back stick stand straighter. Although there is no change in the inner turmoil.
Perhaps the meaning of singing that song was just a lament for him before he died. After singing, he returned to the underworld with him. In the words 'Leave the Queen' and 'Die vigorously', the meaning of going to Huangquan with him accounts for a few percent.
He leaned into her ear and whispered a few words, and no one heard what he said.
Before that, no one had found out when he appeared, just as no one had found out how he came out of the cauldron of the refining god.
But that's how he came.
It came so unexpectedly that it surpassed all common sense.
Luo Ming was not surprised by his appearance. No, it should be said that it was too late to be surprised by his appearance.
His appearance is the key to grab Luo Ming's attention.
With long hair like snow and an expression like an ice puppet, the handle in his hand is like a knife that seals the night in it.
Luo Ming knew where he had seen such a character.
If the white-haired boy he met in the nightmare of the fiasco, if he grew up by ten years, he would not look more suitable than him today.
And the white-haired boy just stepped out of the dream and stood on it.
The white-haired youth stared at the dragon head golden blade in Luo Ming's hand and smiled.
"Master Luo, the knife is not bad."
Luo Ming was stunned and held Diyuan Longtu high.
"It's a sword!"
The hot blue man finally showed up!
Chapter 132 Holding the hand of the child, blue silk and white hair
Less than a hundred miles from Peiping, there is a place called Qiushuang Lake.
This is a rare wild lake. Only because of the special terrain, it is surrounded by a maple forest. The water quality is also different, it seems to be extra cold. The lake is gleaming and the level is like a mirror. The sun is shining. When the wind blows, there will occasionally be ripples like broken ice. In summer, you can also see frost. I do not know when the name fell. The source of time is the same as the ancient stone tablet covered with moss and engraved with the name of the lake.
When autumn arrives, the cool breeze will stain a mountain of maple red, and the slanting sun will flow, and the flames will be bright. Like the setting sun dripping down the foothills, even the shadows of the mountains are full of autumn.
Thirteen years ago, by the Qiushuang Lake, a young couple once settled here. The young man was several years younger than his lover, but he lived a really loving life.
The breeze blew through the tips of her hair, and the woman seemed to frown in distress and looked at the water mirror.
The woman's face is beautiful. Xue Tu's cherry lips, dark eyebrows and slender nose, especially the pair of eyes, is mellow with a three-point demure, and it has a kind of ladylike demeanor. The waist-length hair was fine and moist, covering her seductive curves. When she sat on the edge of the lake, she was like a daffodils blooming, so bright and beautiful.
Her beauty is not breathtaking. But it can capture people's eyes unknowingly. Once you notice it, it's hard to move away. Unlike her serene beauty, she has a bright and aura in her eyes that is hard to see from the outside.
The woman is no longer the age of a girl, but her every move has the spirit of a girl.
In the light of the water, I could see the woman's hair curling slightly. But helpless, the blue silk is like a waterfall, and it is difficult to sort it out by itself. The woman's hand didn't seem to be particularly coincidental either. A glossy ivory comb in her hand made it a mess.
The woman smiled more gracefully.
She's good for laughing - that's what teenagers always say. Her smile is very beautiful, whether she purses her lips, or laughs, or even leans forward and back, or elegant, or pure, or loose, all have different beauty.
But if the boy wanted to tell her how good her smile was, he couldn't tell.
But he loved to see her smile.
Ming Fei looked at her quietly. His seated figure overlapped with the snow-haired boy.
The white-haired boy also stared at the young lady looking at the lake Jingzhao without blinking.
"Idiot, you are looking at me like this, when are you going to see it?" The woman didn't look back, as if she was angry. The tone seemed to be accusing the newlywed husband, and it was full of interest in the bickering of young couples.
"Look at it for a lifetime." The young man, who was sitting lazily with his chin up, blurted out without thinking about it.
The girl let the pink face scald with embarrassment, but did not bow her head. Pass the comb back generously.
"Don't come to comb my hair yet. Husband did it so easily, who would marry you?"
The boy didn't say anything, just got up with a smile and sat behind the girl. He was much younger than her, but tall. Sitting down behind her, it looks very contrasting.
Girls like teenagers combing her hair. His technique is not particularly good, and sometimes hurts her. But she just likes it.
She likes the boy's clumsy but serious approach, she likes the distressed and flustered look of the boy who is usually fearless and fearless after hurting her, and she likes him sitting behind her and talking to her. Tired of sitting, he fell back wanton and lay on top of him. Anyway, it's his own man, who is afraid of seeing it
The two embraced each other and looked at the red maple lake, bathed in the water and the wind, which she loved the most.
Suddenly the girl sighed.
The young man bundled the black silk into a bundle, combed it carefully, and said casually, "Why are you sighing?"
"... I'm so much older than you. I can't see it now. When I'm old and old, you'll have other women you like."
The youth behind him didn't stop, but he didn't say a word. The woman murmured in a low voice, as if a little worried.
"When you were twenty, I was twenty-six. When you were thirty, I was thirty-six..."
"Yes."
The boy affirmed her words, and the girl's heart was suspended for a moment, but he heard him say slowly.
"When I was eighty, you were eighty-six. When I was ninety, you were ninety-six."