115 When is the bright moon

The light flashed on the Congling Tower in the distance, and someone used tiles to burn lights on the tower to help the moonlight. If you stare at the glimmer on the tower, you will only feel that the boat is spinning in place, so you turn your eyes and look at the floating water.

From time to time, other cruise ships have rowed by, most of which are official eunuchs. At a casual glance, you can see that the painting boat is pushing cups and changing cups, beautifully piled up, and three or five men hugging left and right... A slightly elegant couplet, shaking their heads, shaking their heads, and feeling elegant.

Cheng Xueyan sat on the side of the painting boat by the window and quietly looked at each passing boat.

Ling Su is a famous scholar of the current dynasty, will he also be among them?

Once, she saw a bunch of hairy men's profile in a painting, which was particularly similar to him, but the man leaned against a woman with gorgeous makeup.

My heart tightened in an instant and stared at the man for a moment.

For good, at the moment when the boat was about to disappear from sight, the man turned his head and kissed the woman beside him...

It's not him!

The breath in my chest finally exhaled happily, and then blamed myself for being careless. Ling Su is upright. How can he do this? She should trust him, not...

But his eyes still slipped away disobediently and then slipped over...

Bitong is also staring at every passing cruise ship. What is she waiting for?

When the mind turned a little, an oncoming cruise ship suddenly floated out: "...Mr. Ling of Yingtian Academy today..."

She was excited, and her soul seemed to go straight to the boat in an instant, but she was pulled back by Bitong's hand on her arm.

"What's your wife calling you?"

Bitong said three times, and her soul seemed to have returned to its original position and looked at Du Mizhen dimly.

Du Mizhen smiled slightly.

I don't know whether it was caused by light or drunkenness, her smile was a little lazy and kind.

"It's cool at night. Madam, please sit in the girl." Bitong whispered.

This is also a concern, but she really doesn't want to leave the window. The person who mentioned Ling Su just now... The boat has already gone, and only the screen lamp hanging on the boat winding out two pale yellow silk threads on the surface of the water...

Du Mizhen has begun to wave to her... This is a rare reward. She couldn't refuse, so she moved to her side and sat down.

Du Mizhen took her hand... What happened today? Her sudden concern makes her feel uncomfortable. Isn't there any conspiracy?

In hesitation, a moon cake fell on the palm of his hand.

"You didn't eat much at night and sat by the window for so long. Are you hungry?"

Moon cakes are exquisite and oily, and because of the light, they can arouse people's appetite.

Cheng Xueyan thanked with a smile and glanced at Cheng Xueyao, but although she looked disdainful, she did not say anything sarcastic.

The previous strange feeling is coming again.

Youcui brought the watermelon up and saw that the watermelon had been cut in advance, and its teeth were carved like lotus flowers, which could only be eaten by breaking it apart.

Du Yingzi shouted softly and grabbed one piece and stuffed it into her mouth, and wanted to grab another piece. How could everyone tolerate her? As soon as they rushed up, they divided it up.

"You eat so much, be careful not to sleep well at night..." Tang Fan softly pushed her with a smile.

Du Yingzi wanted to grab it: "If you don't sleep, you won't sleep. People say that the later you sleep on the Mid-Autumn Festival night, the longer you will live. Isn't it that I will live long if I don't sleep?"

"Then you won't become an old goblin?" Du Mizhen interrupted.

"Haha..."

The inside of the bun is lively and unrealistic.

In order to live immortality, Du Yingzi ate more and more happily, but she was forced to spit it out by everyone. She repeatedly apologized and said that she would give everyone a piece of moon cake to apologize. It's really respectful to present them one by one, and there are also a string of auspicious words.

There is a group of harmony in the trap, which is as peaceful as a dream.

Cheng Xueyan smiled and coldly watched this dream with her participation.

At this time, the wine came again, which turned out to be Cheng Xueman's treasured pear blossom white and Cheng Xueyao's self-brewed osmanus brew. Cheng Xueyan couldn't help thinking of the afternoon when the three of them drank wine and talked about their thoughts in Jingyue Lake...

Everyone came up, but when they saw that the wine was clear and mellow, they praised their craftsmanship and said that even if they didn't go to other vegetable garden to steal vegetables or green onions tonight, they would definitely marry a satisfactory man.

The two suddenly blushed, and everyone laughed again. They took the white jade cup one after another and tasted it carefully, which was more delicious.

Cheng Xueyan looked at the two jars of wine and suddenly had the impulse to drink it all, but she only picked it up and looked up to drink it.

Bitong silently poured another cup for her, and she drank it again without waiting for others to raise their glasses.

It seems that no one paid attention to her. Today's reunion festival, the masters were in a good mood and drunk, and the girls were not bound by the past. They actually made a scene with the master, including Qitong, who also sat next to Cheng Xueyao. Cheng Xueyao also served wine for her in person...

Her eyes were a little blurred, and she suspected that she had drunk too much.

Bitong handed her a taro and asked her to peel it with her own hands, and said something about "skinning ghosts". She was only confused.

At this time, I heard Du Mizhen call her again.

"Xueyan, you always teach singing in Guanji Hall. Those girls are blessed, but we have only heard it once in the listening building. Do we have to make up for it today?"

Du Yingzi immediately followed: "Yes, otherwise it would be too unfair!" But I'm not afraid of everyone's jokes. Sometimes I secretly listen to it a few times while Xue Yan is teaching, which is more blessed than you..."

She said that she was begging for a beating and was beaten repeatedly.

Cheng Xueyan suspected that Dai really took private revenge and actually hammered Du Yingzi's back.

Du Mizhen just smiled: "It happens that Sherman is also here. You two work together again, and let's hug our ears..."

Everyone immediately clapped their hands.

Cheng Xueyan smiled, and her smile was even more intoxicating because of the mellow wine.

Cheng Xueman seemed to have been prepared for a long time. With only one side of her eyes, Miaotong withdrew the food on the table and put it on the piano, and took out the silver armor for her finger.

Cheng Sherman tuned the tuning test, plucked a string of clear spirits jumping on the board, and slid into the water with the slight shaking of the hull.

She raised her eyes and looked at Cheng Xueyan.

Cheng Xueyan only felt that she could only show her rare self-confidence by sitting next to the piano. Although she was still so weak, she had a hidden tenacity.

She couldn't help looking at Qin Gulan.

This time, Du Mizhen asked Cheng Xueman to accompany her, and deliberately emphasized whether the "sisters" had no other purpose? It can be seen that the lady is the lady. Even if she is happy with everyone, even if she is slightly drunk, she has never put down any warning.

Qin Gulan also seemed to notice that his expression was more humble and obedient. He also peeled an orange, removed all the tendons on it, and respectfully presented it to Du Mizhen's eyes.

Cheng Xueyan sneered. She found that the wine fruit was really not a good thing, and such an episode almost showed her disdain for some people.

Everyone looked at her, and she also restrained her eyes and thought about it. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so it's better to sing "When Will the Bright Moon Be"?

"When will the moon be there? Ask the sky about the wine. I don't know what year it is. I want to go back in the wind, but I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be extremely cold. Dance to find out the shadow, it seems to be in the world..."

After singing, I found that this song was very desolate, and "I hope people will live together for thousands of miles..." is particularly sad. Cheng Xueman's piano sound was also very lonely, and the sound of the water outside the boat actually made the west wind cry and chill.

She seemed to be immersed in this sadness, and her singing became more and more sad.

"What's the difference? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny. This matter is difficult to complete..."

In the past, I just recited this word, but at this moment, every sentence of the poem said the helplessness of joys and sorrows in the world, and went straight into the heart and lungs, making people unable to breathe for a long time.

After a song, the seat is full of silence, and there is a kind of sadness on everyone's face.

Du Yingzi wiped the corners of her eyes with a blue veil and said to herself, "I don't know what Yuanshan is doing. Do you eat moon cakes? He doesn't like moon cakes the most..."

"The song is a good song, but it's too..." Du Mizhen patted Du Yingzi's shoulder sympathetically: "Xueyan, change it to a more relaxed one..."

Cheng Xueyan gave a slight salute and meditated for a moment. At this time, Cheng Sherman seemed to unintentionally draw a string of piano sounds, which was like the prelude to Only Me.

This string of piano sounds seemed to call for gusts of autumn wind, turning low and painting the squat, and blowing straight into Cheng Xueyan's clothes standing between the piers, like a fairy.

The cool breeze enters the bones, the thoughts are flying, the drunkenness spreads, and the light and shadow are blurred.

In the haze, I only feel that the person opposite me is getting farther and farther away from me... In the haze, I only feel that my body is as light as smoke, as if I am about to integrate into the wind...

"I used to be happy and thought I would live my whole life like this. After walking through thousands of mountains and rivers, it was too late to go back. I once cherished each other and thought that I would always have a confidant in my life. Don't fight for the day, don't give up, it turns out that I'm the only one..."

Only myself, only myself...

It turned out that she came here for many years just to bear the loneliness of a person; it turned out that even if there was no previous fate, it was only endless expectations; it turned out that the care she thought would not change would go away in infinite waiting; it turned out that she thought she could care about anything, but Tears fell like beads in this bleak autumn wind...

She sings and dances...

Everything is spinning, and those seemingly familiar but endless strange faces are gradually disappearing into this color.

"...Even if the sky is thick, it can't accommodate our distance. Even though I said I didn't care, I wouldn't give up. Get everything, lose some, and don't hesitate to. Lose you but lose the courage to face loneliness..."

Unconsciously, it turned to the bow of the ship.

The night wind is more vigorous, blowing the snow coat blooming like a lotus, and the light ink and gallian flowers are proud and gorgeous.

The night wind is more secluded, flying with the sad and lonely sound, brushing the sparkling water waves, passing through the bright moonlight, and flying straight to the November Bridge.

He was walking leisurely by two people, one looking at the full moon in the middle of the sky and seemed to complain, "This reunion festival is not at home, but he wants to pull me out to enjoy the moon. You can also see that it is a man and a woman who come out to enjoy the moon, but you rely on me... Have you noticed the expressions of those people?