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Because she slept well in the car during the day, Wenqian was very energetic at night, and played with Lang Xu at the dining table on the first floor of the inn until late at night. I ordered a plate of melon seeds, and sat alone in the empty hall, eating them.
Yang Jin came back at this time.
He had been outside for a long time, and the smell of alcohol on his body had almost dissipated, and there was a winter chill when he entered the door.
Following the creaking sound of the door opening, the movement of cracking sunflower seeds in the room came to an abrupt end.
Yang Jin was obviously taken aback when he saw Wen Qian not far from the door. Since the incident yesterday, the two of them hadn't talked alone, and now they looked at each other, and felt inexplicably embarrassed.
He only paused for a moment, then looked away unnaturally, went upstairs and returned to his room.
Wen Qian held a melon seed in both hands, and did not comment on the action of the Lord Jin Yiwei. She held her chin and looked at it for a while, and finally threw the melon seed away, wiped her hands and stood up.
After Yang Jin finished washing, he had just taken off his outer robe when he heard someone knock on the door slowly, so he had no choice but to put on his outer robe again.
The door was only opened halfway, and the slim and graceful figure in the corridor has jumped into sight. Wen Qian stood outside with her arms in her arms, her pair of peach blossom eyes seemed to be smiling slightly.
"¡¡what's up?"
"Yes." She tilted her head slightly, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
There was no one around at the moment, recalling the situation that night, Yang Jin finally felt inappropriate, "Let's talk about it tomorrow." After saying that, he lowered his head and planned to close the door.
Wen Qian curled the corners of her mouth, and after hearing this sentence, the curve of her lips froze instantly. She knocked on the door with the determination to have a good talk, but who would have expected that he would still be this neither soft nor hard? manner.
For a while, old and new hatred surged upwards, and without thinking about it, she lifted her foot and kicked open his half-closed door.
Yang Jin was taken aback for a moment, and quickly took two steps back to avoid it.
"Yang Jin." She walked in with big strides, "What kind of anger are you getting!"
Asking her to ask such a question suddenly made him hesitate even himself.
What the hell is he angry about
? Yang Jin frowned and turned his face slightly, "I'm not angry."
"You're not angry? You're not angry. What kind of monster are you doing these days!" Wen Qian flicked his sleeves and stood with one hand on his hips, "I offended you, just say it, what kind of man is a man who beats around the bush!"
He was taken aback for a moment, but before he could make a sound, Wen Qian stopped him with a sentence, "Okay, I've had enough, what's so great about Jin Yiwei.
"Don't you just hate me following you? Well, that's fine, I just don't follow you from now on!"
She gave him a hard look, turned around suddenly, slammed the door and left.
After losing his temper without warning, Yang Jin stood in the same place, seemingly not recovering, until a low neighing sound came from the stable in the backyard, and he finally came to his senses, and rushed to the window with a stride: Wen Qian didn't know when she put away her burden, took a horse by hand, turned over and rode away.
She is not angry.
Realizing this, Yang Jin jumped out of the window without thinking too much. At the same time, he put his fingers under his lips and blew a short whistle. Immediately, a black horse came out.
He stepped on the stirrup quickly, turned up, and galloped with whip before he could sit still.
In a quiet town, two galloping horses flashed past on the street where no ghosts could be seen as soon as night fell. down.
Wen Qian is also very good at picking horses, and he happens to pick the wildest and fastest horse. The mixed black and white green horse had just finished sleeping, and was so energetic that Sa Yazi ran more happily than during the day, and quickly led her out of the town.
As if the curtain had been drawn, the solitary moonlight in the suburbs covered the mountains and forests far and near like frost and snow, and the bright moon, which was rounder than the Mid-Autumn Festival, hung in the air, as if it was very close, driving people to resist Go for a horse chase.
The heavy hooves of the horse splashed the mud all over the ground, Wen Qian ran ahead, Yang Jin's horse also caught up after a while, one in front and one in the back, those who didn't know might think it was a night run.
Because the mount was not as good as hers, after a long while there was still a distance behind, Yang Jin couldn't help but clenched his fists to his lips and blew another long whistle.
The sound is crisp and long.
The green horse's ears moved immediately, and the wild donkey-like temper finally restrained a lot, and its feet began to slow down gradually. Seeing this situation, Wen Qian knew that something was wrong-this horse recognized its owner.
Near the crooked-neck tree by the roadside, the horse stopped and paced in place, and looked back enthusiastically, as if preparing to welcome? Before she was surprised that she knew all kinds of musical instruments, she was shocked by Xun's deep and desolate voice.
Before that, he had heard the brisk and melodious Yaozheng, the ethereal bamboo flute, and the quiet and distant lyre, but this was the first time for Tao Xun.
It is a tone that is completely different from all musical instruments, with simplicity and bleakness. In such a peaceful and quiet mountain, it seems that thousands of years have passed, counting the vicissitudes of the sea and the vicissitudes of life.
Do not know why.
Yang Jin has listened to Wen Qian's music played countless times, and the music is both sad and joyful, but today, he can feel the sadness from this unnamed ditty.
Yang Jin looked at her sideways, the moonlight had polished the girl's face to a pale complexion, and on her drooping eyes, the slender eyelashes fluttered like feathers.
It's clearly close at hand, but it's so inexplicably far away that it's unreal.
After the song was played, Wen Qian slowly placed the Xun in front of her body, stroking the uneven holes with her slender fingers.
"Actually, the first musical instrument I learned in my life was neither the qin nor the pipa, but this."
As she spoke, she shook the Tao Xun in her hand twice, then took a deep breath, turned her head to look at him, and smiled lightly: "Yang Jin, you guessed right."
"I changed my mind to go to Beijing with you, and there is indeed a purpose."
Surprisingly, Yang Jin didn't feel too surprised after hearing her confession, but felt calm as expected.
"What purpose?"
Wen Qian pursed her lips, and it took a long time before she opened her mouth: "Do you remember what I mentioned to you before, the small village where I, Lou Yan, and Lang Xu lived?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com