To compare with his emotion, her eyes were as quiet as water. When she was full, she put down her bowls and chopsticks and asked aloud, "Where's your wine? You haven't finished it all, have you?"
He took off a jade jug from his waist and handed it to her as instructed, "The ones I drank were sent by the eunuch. I still have half a jug of my own wine."
She took it, took a sip from the pot, and tasted it carefully: "It tastes spicy, the mouth is sweet and fragrant, and the fragrance lingers on the teeth and cheeks. It's a good wine."
"Such a strong wine, most people can't help but get drunk after one sip. Do you like it?"
"Singing to wine, what's life like? Open a pot of wine for you, and drink it carefully to meet the autumn wind." She smiled, "The wine the leader drinks is better than the palace wine, and those who don't know how to taste it will have no luck."
"Let's sing over wine. When there is wine, where's the song?" He couldn't put it down and stroked her long black hair. Her hair was so smooth and unknotted. He could slip it with his hand and follow it to the end. He still remembered the first time they met.
She, her withered and yellow hair is worse than straw. It has only been a few months. Not only does she have a stunning appearance, but she has also developed a head of black and black hair, which is better than the smooth and tender skin of the snow.
In other words, she used to be just a pearl covered in dust, and her light was covered up. Now, she is her original appearance.
"It's time to give you a song." She had not sung a song after traveling to ancient times for so long, "What should I sing?" She originally wanted to give him the simplest song "Happy Birthday to You", but after listening to him
I always feel sad about some of my past events, and I’m afraid I can’t sing that joyful song with a cheerful melody.
Moreover, it was very peaceful now, and she didn't want to break the quiet atmosphere.
"Whatever you sing, I will listen to you." His blood-colored pupils were full of expectation. She thought for a moment, opened her red lips, and Qingyi's slightly hoarse and sad voice sounded in the silent night:
Your birthday reminds me of a friend from long ago
It was a cold winter and he was wandering on the streets
I thought he was going to beg for something, but he always shook his head
He said today is his birthday, but no one wished him a happy birthday
happy birthday, happy birthday to you
Hold my hand and sing with me
This happy birthday song
happy birthday, happy birthday to you
Be happy every day you are alive
Don't care how you celebrate your birthday
The singing voice is as low as the gurgling water, and the melodious tunes are blended with affection, making people unable to help but follow the scene that is as graceful as the sound of nature, and the stream slowly flows.
The soft and graceful female voice contained a poignant beauty, flowing gently and affectionately into Jun Mo Shang's long-lonely heart, causing ripples to ripple in his cold and waveless heart.
After singing a section, she paused for two seconds and sang slowly again in a gentle and clear voice:
The whereabouts of this friend have long been unknown, and I feel a little lost in front of me.
Some people in this world have nothing, and some people have too much
So my dearest friend, please cherish what you have
Although this is a song only sung on your birthday, I hope it will always be by your side.
happy birthday, happy birthday to you
Hold my hand and sing with me
This happy birthday song
happy birthday, happy birthday to you
Be happy every day you are alive, don’t care how you celebrate your birthday
happy birthday, happy birthday to you
Hold my hand and sing with me
This happy birthday song
happy birthday, happy birthday to you
Be happy every day you are alive, don’t care how you celebrate your birthday
The gurgling song is like a clear trickle washing people's souls, leading people to the other shore where all the lead is washed away. Jun Mo Shang was drunk after listening to it.
PS: Shang’s birthday is really sad. Today is also Anan’s birthday. What a coincidence. I had a very happy birthday. I hope everyone can wish me a happy birthday. Thank you, everyone, you are my true love.
