The Phantom she knew was confident, flamboyant, and carefree. He was never troubled by anything or suffered from anything. She had never seen such a decadent and depressed Phantom. His self-indulgence made her heart twitch.
, couldn't help but mess up the rhythm.
"What are you... suffering from?"
The words that were suppressed in her heart finally blurted out. Although she repeatedly warned herself, "Everyone sweeps the snow in front of their own door and doesn't care about the frost on other people's tiles," she still couldn't hold it back.
"Worldly things... worldly things...I am just a worldly person!"
Phantom laughed and said, raising his head and taking another sip of wine. The wine overflowed and soaked the collar of his clothes, like tears falling from the stars.
Xuemei Tong's mouth trembled, and she mumbled in reply: "Everyone in this world is vulgar. The world is so cold, and who can escape the word 'vulgar'?"
"All people in this world are ordinary people? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Well said!"
The phantom held its hands and laughed, lying on its back on the red brick roof in a big letter shape, looking up at the dark sky like Xue Meitong, and drank heavily.
Xue Meitong opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but in the end she said nothing.
Although she didn't know why Phantom suddenly went crazy tonight, she could feel that Phantom was in a bad mood and didn't want to say anything. And she didn't need to ask any questions, she just wanted to stay with him, blow some air, and have a drink.
…
She knew that the Phantom did not need anyone's comfort at this moment. All he needed was the company of a friend or a warm embrace.
She can't afford to hold her in my arms, but I can accompany her at any time.
"Phantom, drink! I'll drink with you!"
After three drinks, the Phantom suddenly asked: "Girl, can you sing?"
Sing?
My heart suddenly throbbed.
She couldn't help but think of the man she had been deeply attached to. When they were most in love, even in the training camp, they would still meet secretly from time to time. They didn't dare to leave the training ground too far for fear of being caught by the instructors.
When he met her, he found a secluded place and prepared seven or eight bottles of beer. He sat under the tree, she lay on his lap, he drank, and she sang to him.
Sometimes, he would fall drunk in front of her, looking up at the blue sky, with her beautiful singing in his ears. He would pick up a strand of her hair, play with it carefully on his fingertips, and tie it with his own entanglement.
Together, it seems like we will live like this forever, never to be separated again.
However, that night, the curtain of blood fell, her hair was broken, her love was gone, her heart also died completely with that night, and her songs stopped singing because of her heartbreak...
Tonight, Phantom suddenly told her...
I want to hear you sing...
Xuemei Tong hesitated and was entangled. Although she knew that she had no more days to live, she should have put down her old love and enjoyed the rest of her time. However, facing the painful memories of the past, she still fell into dark emotions.
In the shadow, unable to extricate myself...
Seeing that Xue Mei Tong was silent, Phantom thought that Xue Mei Tong couldn't sing. He smiled and said: "I didn't expect that the fourth Miss Hua Man Lou, who is famous in the capital, can't sing. What a surprise! But it doesn't matter! Folks
Do you know how to play minor tunes? Or, just pick what you are good at, nursery rhymes are also fine."
Her violet eyes were filled with extremely complex emotions, and she looked at Phantom, who was lying on his back on the red bricks. He rested his head on the back of his head with his left hand, and drank heavily with a wine gourd in his right hand. The wine flowed out from the corners of his lips, drawing out
A ray of crystal silver light moistened his black clothes.
Her heart throbbed because of his decadence. Compared with him who drank to drown his sorrows tonight, she preferred him who was uninhibited and unrestrained, who always spoke provocatively, but was as gentle to her as water. If her singing could revive his former self
Huanyan, then, she is willing to make an exception for him...
The ethereal sound sounded in the silent night sky like clouds covering the mist. Although there was no piano sound, it had a free and unrestrained uninhibited feeling, which deeply touched the heart of Phantom. "The ballad of mist and rain, people are floating in the mortal world, floating here."
Who knows where it will end up.
Love and hate, tears shed on the wrong road.
The cherries are red, the bananas are green, and my thoughts and dreams are difficult.
The wind is quiet, and the willow silk is gently wrapped around me in my dream. I am here in the mortal world just to find you.
Jianghu love, no matter what the gods and devils are!
Throughout the eternity of reincarnation, I will never forget that smile when I look back at you.
It’s hard to wake up from a dream, come and go in this world.
In the cycle of life and death, the word love cannot be forgotten.
Hatred is hard to eliminate, how long will the grudge last?
Your black hair is white, why not laugh out loud if you miss a good night!
The boat is rocking, the flowers are blooming early again, and I will repay my love in three lifetimes.
The world is so small that I only come to this world once, and there are thousands of rivers and mountains, and the roads are so far away, but I never feel lonely when you are by my side."
…
The song ends and everyone disperses, leaving only the faint fragrance of wine, the bright moon, and the unknown listeners in the distance, or maybe, the people around you...
"you……"
After uttering just one word, Phantom could no longer speak.
Her voice was so sweet. Her singing was so ethereal. For some reason, a scene suddenly appeared in his mind. The sun was shining brightly that winter, and she was standing under the plum blossom tree. The trees were full of plum blossoms, and she was singing softly under the plum blossom tree.
Singing in a low voice, she suddenly looked back. In an instant, all the colors in the world faded away, leaving only a little bit of purple starlight remaining in her heart, deeply imprinted on her heart.
She... what is this almost real illusion...
"Girl, who are you..."
Where the song ended, the murmur of the Phantom came out. He slightly raised his drunken and handsome face, and his eyes were firmly fixed on her.
She suddenly smiled, and in an instant, she was full of charm, illuminating his long-lonely soul. She raised her chin slightly and looked at him with a smile. All the colors gradually faded from his eyes, and he only saw her...
Get off her...
"you……"
Suddenly, a light whistle broke through the silent night sky, interrupting the murmur of the phantom, recalling the phantom's lost consciousness, and also attracted the gaze of Xue Meitong.
"This Xiao Sheng..."
"It's the prince..."
A low murmur was very much like the sigh deep in his heart at this moment.
"Prince? Feng Qingge?!"
Xue Meitong raised her eyebrows with a look of surprise on her face. She sat on the high roof and listened to the sweet and sweet Xiao. In an instant, thousands of feelings passed through her heart. She couldn't help but sing softly along with the Xiao, "Thousands of years"
The moonlight filled the west window, and the rouge was stained by the wind and frost;
I saw your appearance for the first time on the bronze mirror, a beaded flower lightly dressed up, for whom the thousand years of loneliness was hidden in the painting, the pen and ink lingered with your fragrance;
The lyre sounds, for whom do you sing softly, a dream of ten feet in the mortal world.
At the time of the Qin Dynasty and at the Pass of the Han Dynasty, I was drunk by the setting sun, leaning on the railing, looking back and smiling, who gently pulled the yarn.
The song has ended and the people have dispersed;
The tears of heroes and the beauty of beauty.
The swords are cold, the lights are dim, the tall buildings are broken, and the old friends are nowhere to be seen.
Mandarin duck brocade, my heart is still confused, whose country will belong to me in ten thousand years, at both ends of the world."
…
The whistle fell, the singing stopped, and the snowy eyes looked up at the clear moon in the dark sky, with a lonely smile on the corners of the lips, "A dream of ten feet in the world... a dream... a dream..."