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Chapter 9

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    When she was completely out of sight of the two of them, Yuyu suddenly froze.

    He seems to have no idea where the Vulture is, uh

    By the time Yuyu realized this problem, he was already standing on an unfamiliar corridor.

    The current Yuyu is complaining hard in her heart about his "extravagant and extravagant" brother Yan.  Why build the palace so big?  Why are there so many corridors!  Now, no one is there!  He couldn't even find anyone to ask for directions!  Woohoo!

    "Lying face down under the shade of the tree dancing with the wind, weeping, looking at the self I have never met before.

    The strings are played for those who are lost, the meteors fall for those who do not return, don't leave me.

    Even so begging, only in exchange for the quiet swaying of orange petals, the memory left in the palm of the immature face has faded away.

    Playing the melody of parting with your fingertips, the child's heart that rests on your gentle wings is ruthlessly thrown away by the whistling wheels.

    The strings played the sighs of the dead, and the heartstrings could not be calmed, and the summer shadow of swaying orange petals was reflected on the whiteness that was not stained by sadness.

    Even if the face is no longer immature, it can still cross the beach dyed red by the sunset, the melody of parting, on the land where memories have been burned, the buds of nostalgia are breaking through the ground.

    Who is such a cold and sad voice?  Yuyu's heart tightened involuntarily, as if alone in the deep sea, intoxicated by the singing, he followed the singing and found an ordinary stone arch covered with green creepers.

    As he approached the stone arch, his eyes lit up.

    Eyes full of fiery red cherry blossoms, a pool of emerald green water.  Falling red is everywhere, and the flying red flowers fall into the pool to form red clouds.  A beautiful woman, sitting in the midst of prosperity, plucks the quaint zither.

    When she turned her head, her eyes were cold and dark, and she could not see the slightest fluctuation.

    "Who are you?" She asked coldly.

    "My name is Tian Lianyu, what about you?" Tian Lianyu smiled, with a different smile than usual, not the weak smile that acted like a baby in front of Tian Jinyan, Lian Junji and others.  Still cute, but with a refined, regal smile.  He stepped forward gracefully and performed a noble etiquette.

    "Me?" Her eyes couldn't help but dim: "My name is Feng Yujing."

    "Why do you want to sing such a sad song here?" Tian Lianyu asked curiously: "What's the name of this song? It sounds good." He didn't lie, it really sounds good.  It's just that Feng Yujing's voice can fully interpret the sadness contained in the song, which is more beautiful.

    "Some people can be happy, but some people can't be happy" She replied, gently picking up a petal with her fingertips, "This song is called "The Car of Dawn", and it is for those who lost their loved ones in the war.  The people of the homeland did it."

    "Are you the one who composed the song?" Reflecting the red flowers all over the sky, the gloom in her indifferent eyes was so obvious that Tian Lianyu couldn't laugh anymore: "Is your relative dead?"

    "Yesthey are all dead." Feng Yujing gently brushed the ends of the hanging flower branches, looking at the boy she had never seen before.

    He is short in stature, looks to be only about ten years old, elegant manners, and gorgeous clothes He said his name is "Tian Lianyu", the same surname as the current emperorIs it a royal family?  But that kind of refined temperament, pure eyes, so clean and spotless, it doesn't look like someone from the most complicated and dirtiest first family in the world.

    "Sister Jing, don't you like this world?" What Tian Lianyu heard from the desolate singing voice was not only sadness, but also despair, endless despair.

    When Tian Lianyu gets excited, a layer of mist will appear in his eyes.  Feng Yujing looked at Yuyu's lovable appearance, and smiled lightly: "This world is indeed beautiful, but it's not that there is no sadness in a beautiful world. I can't forget the sadness in this world."

    Seeing Yuyu's foggy eyes, Feng Yu sighed quietly, stood up, walked in front of Yuyu, and gently stroked this cute boy: "Silly boy, this world will not be happy forever,  However, we will not be sad forever. Therefore, we must work hard to live, work hard, and make ourselves and others happy."

    Wiping his eyes, he nodded.  Yuyu looked at the piano, thoughtfully.

    "Tian Lianyu, right? Can you play the piano?" Feng Yujing couldn't bear to let this cute child feel sad any longer. Although there is sorrow in this world and pain in himself, he just needs to bear these things by himself. This is like  For the first time, a boy like a white lotus felt selfish, and he didn't want to be stained with dust, forever, clean.

    the"Call me Yuyu, that's what they call me." Yuyu wiped her eyes again, forced a big smile, "But I can only play some very superficial romances, and I can't compare to my sister at all.  "

    "It's okay, it's better to relax a little bit." Feng Yujing gently brushed the petals on the piano, "Let me listen."

    Yuyu hesitated for a moment, then sat down, thought for a while, and played the first note.

    ? Chuo Chuo Xia Yunyan, slightly received bright wrist fresh.

    The night wind produces blue pillars, and the spring water swallows red strings.

    Cui Pei is still light to touch, and the warbler branches are still astringent.

    How better is the fragrant sound, and the moon is beautiful.

    Feng Yu smiled quietly, this kid is really humble.

    The sparkle in Tian Lianyu's eyes turned slightly, and she suddenly remembered her mother.  That once magnificent woman also played the piano and sang a cappella in the midst of falling flowers, but it was just like pear blossoms filled with snow all over the sky.

    Pear Blossom"Li" Flower

    Every time at this time, Mother will have a different expression from usual An An.  Like complaining about something, like waiting for something, like, thinking about something gentle, sad

    "The moonlight is dim, and the wine is sent by the breeze.

    Too many poems and poems, drunk life, dreams and death are empty.

    Lingering with you after drunk, do you remember?  Disordered heartbeat.

    Why is it only this song that will make you join in softly?  Drunk Breeze

    The emptiness of the dream mirror is sent away by the sound of the piano.

    Is there any love left?  Feng Hua Xue Yue face.

    Disordered heartbeat, the butterfly disappeared without a trace.

    Raising a glass to relieve sorrow is strong, no one favors.

    It's because I think too much, I'm as impulsive as a moth to a flame.

    Finally, there is a candle that burns me out.

    Who is not at fault when the song ends?  I see through"

    Sing a song of Fengyue Meixi, drunk once and lie down in the world of mortals Feng Yujing narrowed her eyes slightly, this song is not like someone with experience like Yuyu can sing it.  After a long time in the world of mortals, I have seen the wind and moon, and seen all the sorrows.  A figure appeared in Feng Yujing's mind, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Yuyudo youremember, it turned out to be him

    "Lingtang, how are you doing?"

    Yuyu was startled, her eyes dimmed: "I have passed away, and then I came here."

    Now it was Feng Yujing's turn to be surprised, but it immediately turned into deep sorrow.  Lovingly hugging Yuyu in her arms, she didn't speak, but comforted the child with warmth.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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