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Chapter 80: Song of Burying Flowers

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    Luo Tian was sitting by the piano table, squinting his eyes. He was not thinking about how to come up with lyrics and music, but he was worried that Huang Laoxie would find something strange if he was too pretentious and it would be self-defeating. He would not do it even if he was beaten to death.

    Huang Laoxie's eyes were as big as copper bells, and he looked at Luo Tian without blinking. He saw that Luo Tian seemed to have entered a mysterious realm. The lotus flowers around him began to fly, more and more, and even butterflies  Many people participated.

    Such a magical scene made Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong stare at each other. They didn't know how to describe such a scene. Huang Rong was even more stunned.  Luo Tianzhi gently fiddled with the strings, and there was such a natural fit between Taoism and Taoism. It is hard to imagine that there are such superb gods and men today.

    Luo Tian was feeling dark in his heart. After thinking about it for a long time, he thought it would be better to play a poem about funeral flowers written by Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu.  Fish.

    He thought to himself: "If we go back to modern times, my brother will be able to win the Academy Award for Best Actor. It's not easy to fool these great people." As he said that, Luo Tian immediately made slight adjustments to the strings.  , after trying a few notes of Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu's style, he felt triumphant, as if he was immersed in the palace of music.

    "The flowers are withered and the flowers are flying all over the sky. Who can pity the red and fragrant flowers? The spring pavilion is tied with soft gossamers, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtains. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring, full of sadness and has no place to release it. Hands hoe the flowers out of the embroidered curtains,  I bear to step on the fallen flowers to come and go. Willow silk and elm pods are still blooming, regardless of the peach blossoms and plum blossoms; the peaches and plums will bloom again next year, who knows who will be in the boudoir next year? In March, the fragrant nest has been built, and the swallows between the beams are too ruthless! Next year, the flowers will bloom  Although it can be pecked, it doesn't make the nest empty even if you go to the beam."

    While plucking the strings skillfully, he conveyed the artistic conception inside through a mysterious and mysterious realm, which was created in a matter of seconds.  It gave Huang Rong a sense of loneliness and desolation, as if the two of them were separated by ghosts, and the feeling of loneliness and separation came over her.

    Especially Huang Yaoshi's literary youth caused it. If it weren't for the fear of affecting Luo Tian's playing, such a good piece of music would have been lost. He really wanted to vent his inner choking feelings.  His wife was lying there alone, and he thought about who would bury him?  His wife was dead and he buried it with his own hands, but he guarded the child of the two of them in an extremely desolate way and raised her up. Didn't he hope that one day he could stay and fly with his wife and go to hell together?

    Huyou heard a poignant voice: "Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword force each other; how long can the bright and fresh beauty last, once it is wandering, it is hard to find it. It is easy to see the flowers when they bloom, but it is hard to find them, and there is worry about killing and burial in front of the steps.  The flower man; leaning alone on the flower with a hoe, tears are shed secretly, and blood stains are seen on the empty branches. The cuckoo is speechless. It is dusk, and the hoe returns to cover the heavy door; the green lamp shines on the wall. The man is sleeping for the first time, and the cold rain knocks on the window and the quilt is not warm.

    Strange slave at the bottom of the god?  Half pity for spring and half angry for spring.  Lian Chun comes and goes, anger comes and goes, and goes without saying anything.  There was a sad song outside the court last night. Did you know it was the spirit of a flower or a bird?  The soul of a flower is hard to retain as the soul of a bird. The bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed. May I have wings today and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.

    Where is the fragrant hill at the end of the sky?  It is not like a brocade bag to collect beautiful bones, but a handful of pure soil to cover up the wind.  It is better to come and go clean than to be trapped in filthy ditches.  If you die now, you will be buried. Who knows when you will be buried?  People who bury flowers today are laughing like idiots, but who do you know who they will bury next year?  Just look at the flowers that are left in the spring and gradually fall, which is the time when the beauties die of old age; once the spring is gone, the beauties are old and the flowers fall and people die without knowing it!  "

    After singing the song, Luo Tian held the strings and sighed deeply, saying in his heart: "Damn it, just pretend it till the end!" Thinking of this, Luo Tian looked dejected, and the lotus flowers in the sky were dancing gracefully.  falling on the lake, it looks very desolate and lonely beauty.

    Huang Rong suddenly threw herself into Luo Tian's arms and started crying. While crying, she said: "Brother Luo, I don't want to leave you. Woo woo hoo!" Huang Rong distorted the artistic conception of Luo Tian's song, thinking that Luo Tian and  After she was separated, one was in Peach Blossom Island and the other was in Taihu Lake, worlds apart. How could she endure such a life.

    Luo Tian deliberately wiped away his tears and hugged Huang Rong tightly with both hands. The plump and beautiful figure made Luo Tian secretly feel happy. He said in his heart: "Huang Laoxie, you dare to stop me now. I can tolerate you."  My daughter can't bear it either. If she gets angry, don't blame me for being cruel when it comes to repairing it."

    This poem, to be honest, sounds very sad and sad. It seems to be about singing flowers, but it is actually about people.  Blood, tears, resentment and anger gathered together, and a dark and desolate picture emerged.  Hong Qigong touched his tearful eyes and whispered: "Huang Laoxie, if you stop the good deeds of these two little babies, I'm afraid someone will die. I didn't expect that this little baby is so talented and has done this for your daughter."  Waiting for the beautiful music, even the old beggar I don¡¯t have the courage to stop it.¡±

    Huang Yaoshi hummed but did not answer.  In my heart, I was looking at the lyrics and music that Luo Tian composed immersed in the situation, and the shock in my heart was beyond words.  He really didn't expect Luo Tian's feelings for his daughter to be so deep, and it seemed to be a warning to the two of them ifIf we can be together, the future ending will be the desolate scene in his lyrics and music.

    Seeing her daughter throwing herself into Luo Tian's arms with so much affection, all kinds of emotions arose spontaneously.  He was both envious and lamented the impermanence of life. He should have had a good family, but his mistake led to the tragic death of his wife. This was a hateful thing that he could not forgive in his life. He thought: "If I had promised Rong'er to  It¡¯s not a bad idea for him.¡±

    Looking at the picture of the two of them as a loving couple, Huang Laoxie already had an idea. He felt that he would take care of his daughter's affairs as soon as he returned home so that he could accompany his wife.  In the past sixteen years, I have never left Peach Blossom Island, just because I felt that he was gone and my wife was alone in the incense grave.  I came out this time, if it weren't for my daughter, I was worried that something might happen to her, so I had to go out and search for her.  Now that his daughter has found her own destination, he is both happy and slightly relieved.

    Luo Tian¡¯s divine consciousness swept away Huang Yaoshi, and he was stunned for a moment, then realized it again, thinking: "Is Huang Laoxie not planning to beat the mandarin ducks?" From the changes in Huang Yaoshi's heart, it seemed that he had the idea of ????companioning his wife to die in love.  I felt extremely weird in my heart. There are still such stupid people in the world. I really want to give up on this colorful world. I thought to myself: "It seems that I'd better be a scum. Damn it, infatuation can kill people."

    Huang Rong is a little too smart now, and she doesn't know what Luo Tian is thinking. If she knew, she would probably kick Luo Tian into the lake.  Huang Rong seemed to be relieved from the knot in her heart, and she burst into tears and said with a smile: "Brother Luo, can we go over there and play?"

    Luo Tian looked in the direction of Huang Rong's finger and thought to himself: "Isn't this the place of Guiyuan Village? Could it be" Thinking of this, Luo Tian nodded and said: "I will go out to play with you today. Where do you want to go?"  You decide where to go."

    "Brother Luo, you are so kind!" Huang Rong stood on tiptoes and kissed Luo Tian on the face. Luo Tian touched his face and said with a smile: "Rong'er, I don't plan to wash my face tomorrow. Stay a few more days until  The scent disappears.¡±

    "Brother Luo, if you keep talking nonsense, I will ignore you." Huang Rong said this, but she was very sweet and happy in her heart.  Along the way, she was as alive as a mountain elf, quirky and all her true nature was revealed.

    When they got to Guiyuan Village, Luo Tian also picked a few wild flowers from the roadside, and then helped Huang Rong put them in her bunted hair. The atmosphere was very warm.  Luo Tian also enjoys the feeling of falling in love. He hasn't felt like this for a long time. It seems that he only had it when he was in elementary school and junior high school. The pure feeling is so good.

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