Because half of the urine was on his trousers, and it was wet and smelly, and he would probably be laughed at by Jiese or Yun Qiyou, so Ye Xiaochuan did not walk back to the camp, but tiptoed to a big tree not far from the campfire.
I sat on a branch of a tree and leaned against the trunk, listening to Yun Qiyou's performance.
Under the beautiful scenery on this beautiful day, there is a fairy playing the piano and playing music, which is really a great pleasure. Ye Xiaochuan is now beginning to act arty and elegant.
However, the faint smell of urine coming from the pants legs added a bit of nausea to this elegant taste.
Ye Xiaochuan didn't care about that. He felt that the woman in white clothes under the moonlight played the piano really well, even better than the young lady on the boat on the building he met on the Yangtze River a while ago.
You can't pretend to be arty. Now that I'm in a mood, I can't lose it.
Ye Xiaochuan didn't know why Xuan Ying returned the Yellow Spring Biluo Xiao to him when he got out of the cave, and it came in handy now.
So, he casually took out the yellow spring blue flute from his waist.
The injury on the hanging arm has almost healed, and he hung a cloth bag around his neck along the way, mainly pretending to be injured and eating and drinking freely.
At this moment, he took off the gauze, worked up his emotions for a while, and began to play the jade flute slowly.
He really knows how to play Plum Blossom No. 3, which was taught by Situ Feng. He practiced it a lot some time ago, and he is already playing it like everyone else.
At the moment when the melodious flute sounded, Yun Qiyou, who was silent in the demon-suppressing guqin, suddenly raised his head and saw not far away, Ye Xiaochuan was sitting on a tree branch, leaning on the trunk, playing his
The jade flute that has always been stuck in my waist.
For the first time, she discovered that Ye Xiaochuan could play the jade flute!
She once heard this boy singing when she was sitting on the mountain behind Cangyun Gate. His singing was unforgettable and she almost vomited three pounds of blood.
Unexpectedly, this guy with a broken voice actually has some talent in musical instruments.
The Three Plum Blossoms is a classic ancient piece that can be played on the guqin, zither, xiao, pipa, or even the erhu.
Ye Xiaochuan's flute sound is very proficient, and he is definitely not a novice who is not familiar with music. When paired with the guqin, the qin and flute play in harmony, and the three plum blossoms in the song are even more touching.
Moreover, there seems to be a weak connection between the two. This is the second time Yun Qiyou has felt this subtle feeling. The first time was when he played the piano and flute with Xuan Ying in Mount Xumi a few days ago.
Thinking of this strange feeling emerged again.
Ye Xiaochuan also felt this subtle feeling. This was the first time he had such a mysterious and mysterious feeling when playing the jade flute.
It's just a classic ancient tune passed down from ancient times. There is nothing strange about it. I have played it many times before, but this time I clearly felt an inexplicable emotion floating in and out of my soul.
This feeling was very familiar and warm, and both of them slowly relaxed under this feeling.
The sound of the piano became softer and the sound of the flute became more melodious. The two of them gradually became intoxicated in this comfortable and joyful emotion, like meeting a close friend by chance.
The little monk Jingse sat up, tilted his smooth head and looked at Yun Qiyou who was playing the piano with his eyes closed, and then at Ye Xiaochuan who was intoxicated on the branch of a tree.
He sniffed and lay down to rest again. He felt that the sound of the flute was so pleasant that he closed his eyes unconsciously and beat the rhythm gently on his thigh with his palms.
In the sea of Ye Xiaochuan's soul, only Situ Feng let out a slightly incredible sigh.
"Is it Old Man Huangquan's demon-suppressing guqin?"
He was the only one who heard this sentence, not even Ye Xiaochuan.
The mortal world has its own infatuated people,
Don’t laugh at the infatuation that is too crazy.
If it weren't for some cold bones,
Where is the fragrance of plum blossoms?
The advent of what love is,
It only teaches people to make promises between life and death.
A clear and melodious song suddenly sounded at the edge of the grove on this ancient wilderness road. Under the moonlight and in the night wind, the song was melodious and moving, with a bit of winter chill and a bit of lush greenery.
I saw Yun Qiyou's eight fingers moving, her lips moving slightly, her teeth slightly exposed, the moonlight shining on her body, her white clothes like the purest white snow, and her three feet of hair spilling down, as if it could never be dissolved.
The ink is thick, the breeze blows, the hair is clear, and the dust is elegant.
See how many stories there are in the world,
The three most ecstatic plum blossoms.
A plum blossom breaks a person's intestines,
The second trick of plum blossoms takes a lot of thinking.
Troubles arose in the Plum Blossom Three Lanes,
Deep in the clouds, there is vast water.
The beauty is breathtaking. The singing is still breathtaking.
Not long after lying down, Super Big Bulb quit smoking and sat up again. He rubbed his eyes vigorously with his fat white hands, then picked out his ears, and finally found a piece of fat under his waist.
He pinched her hard and grimaced in pain, and tears came to her eyes.
It's not a dream, you heard me right, nor is it a hallucination.
Yun Qiyou is singing!
Yun Qiyou was carrying a guqin on her back, and it was no surprise that she knew how to play it.
But singing…
Among the six fairies, Lingbing Fairy Yun Qiyou, who is famous for being cold and aloof, can actually sing!
The song is soft yet arrogant, cold yet fiery, like the sound of nature that lingers around the ears, leaving a lingering sound.
Jingse is crazy, Ye Xiaochuan is crazy, as if the night bugs in the surrounding grass are also crazy.
After the song ends, the singing stops, and the rustling breeze disturbs people's hearts.
The lingering sound was lingering, the blue silk was wrapped around me, and I stared at each other in silence for a long time.
Yun Qiyou, who was sitting cross-legged on the stone, and Ye Xiaochuan, who was sitting on the branch of a tree, were both staring at each other, as if they had a soft heart that could turn over and over again and speak a thousand words.
It is said that if you dare to seek a close friend, it is difficult to find a close friend.
Tonight, the harps and flutes play in harmony, playing the sounds of nature, washing away everything in the world.
Being speechless may be the best outcome at this moment.
Ye Xiaochuan's heart was beating wildly. He looked at Yun Qiyou's eyes from a distance. They were very bright and clear. He didn't know if it was his own imagination or because Yun Qiyou was sitting next to the bonfire.
He felt that the coldness in Yun Qiyou's eyes seemed to disappear at this moment, as if there were two flames burning in her eyes.
Yun Qiyou's heart was also beating violently, and she didn't know why, amidst the music of the piano and flute, she couldn't help but sing the Three Plum Blossoms, as if it came naturally, and she sang it so naturally.
The young man sitting on the branch of the tree still gave people the same cynical feeling as he remembered.
However, at this moment, when facing Ye Xiaochuan, she felt an unprecedented subtle feeling.
Warm, cozy, fiery, shy...
With her current level of concentration, she seemed unable to suppress her inner emotions, and her heart was beating wildly.
This feeling was very strange, she had never felt this way with any man.
