014 song series of love

Suddenly, a wisp of light flute sound, like a breeze, pushed away the floor-to-ceilinger on the floor by the terrace and floated to the bedside, lingering in the ears, and getting into the heart, instantly turning into a lake of ripples of water, washing away the sadness and indignation quietly, making the whole person like a boat on the lake, anything.

It's him...

The man in white immediately appeared in his mind, standing under the moon with his hands on his hands, floating like a fairy...

By the way, who is he?

Thinking about it, the person has slipped out of bed.

Bitong really fell asleep and didn't notice that her girl wore moon blue plain clothes and quietly went downstairs.

Still the same as the previous time, Cheng Xueyan, a congenital road blind with indistinguishable direction, finally appeared accurately in the garden a few feet away under the guidance of the flute sound.

Snow-white robe, half-draped long ink-dyed hair. He sat on the stone bench with his back door, and the moonlight on the side of the jade flute lingered with a moist halo, while the slow movement of his slender fingers seemed to dance on the moonlight.

The flute stopped again unconsciously. His beautiful hand gently held the flute on the stone table and slowly called her sideways: "Why don't you come and sit down?"

His voice seemed to be the most beautiful dreamy melody of the night. She walked over like being hypnotized and sat on the stone bench, facing his jade-like side face.

"Don't you remember anything?" The dreamy voice fell to my ears again.

Does he know that he has lost his memory? He even knew whether it was rumored or cared about it? The inexplicable hope in my heart is the latter.

"Do you remember this song?" He seemed to sigh and turn his head to look at her.

For a moment, she felt suffocating.

How can there be such a beautiful man in the world? He is beautiful, but he is not as soft as a woman, especially his eyes. Although he is as indifferent as fog, there is a deep and unspeakable nobility between his eyes, as if a cold star flashes, but he is hidden behind the clouds in an instant.

It was not the first time to see her, but she was still shocked. She only vaguely heard him ask something, so she nodded reflexively.

It's not a lie. Isn't this the song he played that night? Although she is not a person with a good memory, she has an extraordinary ** for music.

"Clove Snow..." He laughed.

Da Damn, even the smile is so charming. If he goes on like this, she can't help it...

"You only like lilac. Although its flowers are small and not outstanding, you say that the light purple color is very beautiful, because the elegant aroma is very intoxicating... It is not flamboyant, but it is the most charming flower in the world..."

Is he talking to himself? Why can't you understand a word?

"It was the late spring and early summer. The first time I saw you, you stood under the lilac tree, dressed in a goose-yellow gauze skirt, and behind you were a few purple lilac flowers. The wind blows up your light sleeves, and your whole body is about to fly..."

His voice became more and more seductive, as if he was immersed in the memory of the first sight, but he smiled again and tapped his palm with a flute: "I never felt anything good about lilac, but I chose this courtyard planted with lilacs..."

Cheng Xueyan noticed that the courtyard was surrounded by lilacs, but the two times it was night, and the man was so eye-catching that she ignored the surrounding scenery.

It's mid-spring now, and the lilac will open in a few days. Although her mother is a gardener, she has never particularly preferred any kind of flower, but after his words, she has a good impression on lilac peanuts. But thinking about it this way, who has influenced whom?

"Some flowers don't need to be appreciated with your eyes. Every night, the aroma of cloves is particularly strong, like wine. I always drink and play chess, sit at this stone table, and sometimes... I will see you." As soon as his deep eyes were raised, Cheng Xueyan's heart seemed to stop beating: "It's just... Occasionally, you just... pass by... for the lilacs all over the courtyard."

The eyes he took away seemed to leave a trace of sadness.

"More often, I'm alone, drinking, playing against myself, and occasionally playing the flute..."

The jade flute turned a circle in his hand and crossed a rainbow.

"It's intermittent, and there is this song." The corners of his lips gently hooked: "That night, I was playing this song, and you came... Although I had my back to the door, I knew you were standing at the door. Since I lived in this yard, you have entered this purple house for the first time, and also the first time you have sat in front of me and spoken to me..."

He looked at her deeply, and his eyes went straight into the bottom of his heart, like a stone gently but loudly thrown into the water.

"What kind of song is this? In fact, it's just casual, and there is no name. You don't believe it. How can there be an indescribable sadness when you say it's idle?

She took a deep breath.

In this case, everyone can see that this man likes Cheng Xueyan very much. This song was written for her. It's completely sad because she can't miss her, but she doesn't know whether Cheng Xueyan feels slow or pretends not to know. And how do these two people match? If this plot appears in the TV series, it is enough to kill a group of viewers, and then scold the director for procrastinating the plot. So is this man. If you like it, just say it directly. He goes around and makes "The bride married the groom is not me" and then divorced again. What's the point of saying this? Alas, the ancients are really troublesome!

She was so anxious that she almost broke through this layer of window paper to be a matchmaker, but she immediately thought that she was Cheng Xueyan now...

"The flute may be unintentional, but the listener has a heart." He smiled.

The smile is still elegant, but it makes her a little sad, because this smile should belong to the real Cheng Xueyan.

"I asked you to give a name for the song, but you looked at the lilacs around you. At that time, most of the lilac had withered, and the ground was covered with a layer of purple and white flowers. You said faintly, Ding Xiangxue... okay?"

At this moment, the moon is light, the shadow of the trees is hazy, and the fragrant wind is fine.

"Clove Snow..." His eyes flashed with a fine light, like stars all over the sky: "Nature is the best..."

Because I love Wu and Wu, I have a different feeling for lilac flowers. I am convinced to make this song. The song was born from the heart, and when it was played, there was a little affection and an inch of lovesickness. Not only did she hear it, but Cheng Xueyan should also understand it very well. Can she still think that she really doesn't know his heart? And what kind of miss is between this pair of people just like heaven and earth?

"Who the hell are you?"

This man, including his past with Cheng Xueyan, made her particularly curious at this moment. Even if there is no gossip, it is inevitable to want to know one or two, not to mention that women are always emotional animals.

"What's more, Zichen."

He looked at her with a bright moon in his eyes.

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The face is itchy, and there is a suppressed smile in my ear.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a little girl with a round and comb face lying by the bed, looking at her with two crescents of smiles, scratching her face with a piece of grass in her hand.

Cheng Xueyan couldn't help but get up.

I had a headache. I came back from Zixiangju last night and thought about it for a long time. Then I found that I only asked the man's name and gave up, but I didn't ask who he was. How could there be a man in the family of an official eunuch like Chengfu? She wanted to go out to inquire several times, but the sound of the flute had stopped, and as a woman, whether modern or ancient, it was not appropriate to find a man in the middle of the night.

She thought about it like this. I don't know how long it took for her to fall asleep and have a lot of dreams. Just now, I felt that everything in my dream was very logical, but I couldn't figure it out at all, and the little girl rushed over enthusiastically and shouted, "Sister Xueyan, don't forget me!" Then I completely forgot it.

Her body is fleshy, with a faint milky fragrance, like a big marshmallow, which makes people feel relaxed.

"Little prince, Sister Xueyan is just right, so don't pester her, okay? Is it okay for Bitong to go out with your son? The flowers in Xinyuan are all blooming..."

Bitong hurried forward to pull the child who hugged the girl tightly, but she didn't dare to be too strong.

Little prince?

Cheng Xueyan hurriedly grabbed the child's face and looked carefully.

The pink and snow-white skin is smooth enough to pinch out water. Round face, thin eyebrows and thin eyes, the bridge of the nose is slightly low, and the upper lip is extremely thin, slightly upturned. Seeing her looking at herself, she immediately grinned, revealing half of the crooked front teeth, while the position of the other front teeth was a hole, but it made him look particularly cute.

He took Cheng Xueyan's hand away, but hooked her neck and said coquettishly, "Do you remember me this time? I'm Cang Peng..."

Cang Peng... Cheng Cangpeng... The little prince of Cheng Mansion... A beloved figure in the mansion!

When he said this, Cheng Xueyan really felt that he looked very similar to his sister Cheng Xueyao, but since she was a prince, how could she dress up as a girl?

But she quickly found the answer by herself. In the past, many families liked to dress up little boys as girls, so as to make them easy to feed. She still remembers that when she was a child, her neighbor's grandmother always asked her grandson to wear girls' clothes and left him a small braid until she went to primary school. Although it is kind, it will lead to psychological problems for boys. Most of the men in modern society who are eager to have sex retranssexual surgery have transvestites.

It's just that Cheng Cangpeng, who is now squeaking in his arms and twisting a sugar and refusing Bitong to take him out to play, is really cute. She is also happy to hold this big chubby and soft toy, but she is a little confused. Du Mizhen and Cheng Xueyao don't like her very much. How can this child be so close to her?

"Do you remember me? Do you remember me?" Cheng Cangpeng tossed this sentence repeatedly and rubbed her cheeks with two small hands.

It's not good. If it goes on like this, there will be wrinkles.

"Well, can you answer your sister's question first?"

She took his hand and looked carefully at the round face.

"Good."

Cheng Cangpeng immediately sat upright, squeezed his mouth, and his cheeks were bulging, and there was a shallow dimple embedded in it. This serious look made Cheng Xueyan really want to kiss fiercely.