Under the dim light of the street lights, it becomes clearer and brighter, revealing a lonely beauty.
Liu Ruixuan loosened his clenched fists and looked towards the sky.
The inadvertent broken light escaping from the distant sky and the cool moon is just an inadvertent clerical error by the person who traced the moon, like a classic line in an ancient poem waiting to be interpreted?
He was careless.
Xia Yang was still thoughtful.
Otherwise it will be exposed from the beginning!
Xia Yang raised his hand and patted Liu Ruixuan's shoulder.
It’s great to have Xia Yang here!
Huh? Liu Ruixuan came back to his senses and looked towards Xia Yang.
Xia Yang pursed his lips in Luo Yan's direction.
What? Xia Yang looked towards Luo Yan.
Ahem, I suddenly remembered what Luo Yan said just now.
She said she knew Xiuxiu.
Oh, no, I am good friends with Xiuxiu. But, how come he doesn’t know?
Soldiers never tire of deceit, there must be deceit among them!
She said that Xiuxiu knew about Lan Qingqing?
Of course, I don’t know!
Even he himself had just found out, how could Liu Xiu know about it? It was really funny!
What's more, what if Liu Xiu knew it?
Anyway, it's just an excuse.
After today, it disappeared.
At worst, give Liu Xiutong a break tomorrow morning!
Liu Ruixuan calmed down and looked at Luo Yan pretending to be cold.
"Senior?"
Luo Yan's voice came over again, she raised her chin high and looked towards Liu Ruixuan.
"Yeah." Liu Ruixuan responded.
Suddenly I discovered a very fatal problem.
Why was he so patient, standing on this busy road, enjoying the attention of passers-by, and chatting with her?
"Does Xiuxiu know about Lan Qingqing?" Luo Yan cautiously asked.
Liu Ruixuan raised his eyebrows slightly, rolled his eyes silently in his mind, and opened his mouth, "She..."
"This doesn't seem to be the point."
Xia Yang suddenly laughed and gently raised his hand to pat Liu Ruixuan's shoulder.
Huh? Liu Ruixuan's eyes rolled around in his eye sockets, and he thought about it again and again, and it seemed that it was indeed the case.
The second brother is indeed smart.
Whether Liu Xiuzhi knows it or not is really not the point. The point is that he has a girlfriend, so Luo Yan can quit!
What a master! You truly deserve to be his brand styling mentor!
Liu Ruixuan raised his eyebrows slightly, with a smile in his eyes, and looked at Xia Yang with admiration.
"That's the key point for me." Luo Yan pursed her lips slightly and looked towards Xia Yang.
"Well, your focus should be that your senior already has a girlfriend, and you have no chance." Xia Yang laughed loudly, "As for whether Liu Xiu knows it or not, it doesn't matter. It is Liu Ruixuan who is looking for a girlfriend, not Liu Xiu.
Looking for a good friend."
Tsk tsk tsk!
Liu Ruixuan silently praised Xia Yang in his heart!
It’s good to have Xia Yang here!
Luo Yan: "..."
He looked at Xia Yang blankly, speechless for a moment.
Liu Ruixuan curled his lips and looked towards the crescent moon in the western horizon.
The night in early summer is a little distant and a little quiet, like a dream.
In such a dream, Liu Ruixuan heard this sentence: Spring is as old as before, people are empty and thin, tears are red and the shark's silk is transparent. Peach blossoms fall, Xianchi Pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to entrust the brocade book. Mo, Mo, Mo!
What? Liu Ruixuan was startled for a moment, what is going on?
Instead of pretending to be Li Bai, are you pretending to be Lu You again?
"People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is always like a rope on a swing. The sound of the horn is cold, and the night is dark. Afraid of being asked, I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy. Hide it, hide it, hide it!" Luo Yan sniffed and took over the words.
Huh? Liu Ruixuan turned his head and looked at Xia Yang, then looked sideways at Luo Yan.
Are these two people, Ci Xing Dafa?
Actually came up with love poems.
The lanterns have just started to go up, the night is still dark, the crescent moon has not yet set, and the warm wind has just begun to rise.
The familiar Jingyun corner, Xian Yue, Xia Yang, Luo Yan, and myself who play in harmony silently.
The two people suddenly started singing poems to each other in harmony.
From Lu You to Tang Wan, from Xin Qiji to Li Qingzhao, from Song Ci to Tang poetry.
Chatty and knowledgeable!
Liu Ruixuan looked at it silently for a while and rolled his eyes in his mind.
The sudden change of topic made him stunned for a long time.
I was so stunned that my palms almost bled.
Make sure you heard correctly.
"My favorite is her "One-cut Plum Blossoms? Red Lotus Roots and Jade Mats in Autumn"." Luo Yan said with a chuckle.
"The song "Moon Full in the West Tower" was composed into a song," Xia Yang took over, "and it was sung like this."
What? Are you ready to sing again?
Liu Ruixuan turned his head and looked towards Xia Yang, but heard Xia Yang's voice coming over him very clear and gentle.
"The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade quilt in autumn. I undress my clothes lightly and board an orchid boat alone. Someone in the clouds sends me a brocade book. When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers are floating and the water is flowing. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but it is in my heart.
Liu Ruixuan quietly rolled his eyes toward the sky and stole a moment of silence to listen.
A crescent moon calmly appeared in his sight as he looked up at the western sky.
"It sounds nice." Luo Yan's voice suddenly became clear and cheerful, "Senior Xia Yang's singing reminded me of the first time I saw this poem."
"Oh?" Xia Yang stopped and looked at Luo Yan calmly, "Let's talk about it."
At this moment, Liu Ruixuan suddenly had an idea, should he walk away quietly?
"It was in the Chinese language class in middle school. The teacher made the words into FLASH, among the words and pictures of ancient beauties." Luo Yan said with a smile, with a look of memories on her face.
Ahem, it’s actually a memory of middle school?
Why didn't his Chinese teacher make this poem into a picture that matched the text with the beautiful woman?
Could it be that he took a fake Chinese class, or did Luo Yan not take a Chinese class in Yunling?
"I still remember that confused and melancholy artistic conception, and I remember that talented woman."
Luo Yan smiled, then suddenly tilted her head and glanced sideways at Liu Ruixuan.
Huh? Why are you looking at him?
First, he is not a Chinese teacher, second, he has not done any FLASH, and third, he is a little piano prince, not a talented woman.
Liu Ruixuan twitched the corner of his mouth, what does it have to do with him!
Perhaps, you feel that he is a redundant existence at the moment?
Liu Ruixuan consciously took a small step back, and glanced at Xia Yang next to him from the corner of his eye.
Xia Yang stood aside very quietly, with his hands in his pockets, the jade tree facing the wind, Feng Qingyun smiling calmly and nodding slightly.
"Looking back while leaning against the door, I sniffed the green plums that looked naughty and cute; there was no one in the world and heaven to turn to, and I felt lost; I only frowned, but I felt sad in my heart." Luo Yan continued.
A passionate confession instantly turns into an appreciation of poetry!
Liu Ruixuan twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and glanced at the two people in front of him calmly.
Anyway, this way, he can escape unscathed.
Crossing the gap between Luo Yan and Xia Yang, Liu Ruixuan looked forward, Braised pork elbow, you have to wait for me.
"Things are different and people are not the same. Everything is desolate, and the tears flow first when you want to speak; the most touching thing is the miserable sadness of searching hard, but only seeing the deserted place."
Luo Yan's suddenly clear voice became gentle again.
Yes, the misery of Li Qingzhao's life is undoubtedly reflected in her words.
Liu Ruixuan also felt slightly sad as he listened.
"She also had many joyful and happy moments." Xia Yang seemed to see something and suddenly asked, "Do you know what happiness is?"
What is happiness? Liu Ruixuan was suddenly startled.
I silently repeated and thought about such a common word, but it was difficult to give it a suitable explanation.
"Happy?" Luo Yan repeated, looking at Xia Yang, "She was happiest in her childhood and early years when she and Zhao Mingcheng had an affair."
Xia Yang nodded and paused slightly, "Happiness is being able to smile to others when you are sad."
Tch! Liu Ruixuan rolled his eyes silently in his heart.
This sad person has such a big heart!
"Too many people who like to write have nothing to do with happiness, because they are sensitive, delicate, and thoughtful, but they all create happiness for others. Li Qingzhao is like this. I still remember the little girl who used to write happily, and her appearance has not changed.
It’s just that I’m not happy anymore.”
Huh? What kind of rhetoric is this?
Liu Ruixuan glanced at Xia Yang, blinked, and looked at the orange halo falling down, and suddenly remembered a sentence: Writing comes from a lonely heart.
Well, he doesn't know how to write, he can only make music.
Therefore, he also has a lonely heart!
After all, art is connected.
On a night before the summer solstice, with a hint of coolness, he met a familiar stranger who reminded him.
I always thought that I was well disguised, that my emotions and anger were no longer visible, but a little more profound, but others could see through it in a few short dialogues.
He listened to the whole conversation.
Xia Yang said that happiness means being able to smile to others when you are sad.
In the years when water flows like water, how many water flowers are worth collecting? How many slight ripples will slowly spread in the future life?
What reflection is beautiful in the past and beautiful now? Whose imagination is happy with the drunkenness of the crescent moon?