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Uncle Zhao quickly stood up and said, "Thank you, Butler Xiaoyuan."
Yuan'er put down the wine jar and food box and said, "No thanks.
Master, you still have to play the flute.
The gongs and drums are lively and lively, so you can't play them all the time.
The flute is different.
The deeper the night, the more it fills your heart.
Young Master My wife and I will definitely like to hear it.”
Uncle Zhao smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will keep playing tonight."
Yuan'er said: "Hey, don't play any particular music.
Just pick the music that you usually like and enjoy, and play it however you want.
Hey, just play it like this, and pass it from afar.
Listen carefully.
The quietness makes people feel at peace."
The other old man is Xiaodouzi's grandfather.
He smiled and said, "Don't worry, Butler Yuan, we'll be guarding the young master and young lady tonight."
Yuan'er also put the dishes he brought on the table and said with a smile: "Don't worry, don't worry.
You drink slowly."
He took another can of soup and said: "This is the pear soup they stewed.
It contains a lot of good things. .
It hurts your mood to blow it.
You two will drink some later."
After saying that, we went ashore.
Uncle Zhao drank a glass of wine and played the flute again.
In the melodious sound of the flute, he vaguely saw the old woman, who was still very young, following him in the boat to fish on the river, cooking and washing clothes for him.
When he got tired of blowing, he stopped, picked up a piece of pig head meat with chopsticks and ate it.
Grandpa Douzi turned on the fire on the small wood stove and said to him: "Come, have some hot food."
After saying that, he picked up his flute and started playing.
Uncle Zhao does not regard playing the flute as something very elegant.
Thinking that he couldn't disturb him, he babbled: "You have hope.
I heard that the young master asked Xiaodouzi to serve the young mistress.
Who is the young mistress?
But Master Weaver asked Xiaodouzi to follow her, not only to run errands, but also to They are studying and reading."
He said as he approached Grandpa Douzi and lowered his voice, "This is to train them so that when they have a young master in the future, they can help him do things."
Grandpa Douzi smiled.
Blowing more cheerfully.
The sound of the flute dances on the water with the lights.
The melodious sound of the flute really fills people's hearts late at night.
Qingya felt as if she was riding a boat with Fang Chu.
Ups and downs on the water, the fisherman's lights flicker on the river, like a dream, and the sound of the flute comes along the river: Beyond the mountains, beyond the mountains, beyond the sky Chasing the wind and the moon for a moment Sun and Moon Dingjin Guanglian Birds chirp peacefully and loving clouds appear It rains all the way and the flowers bloom again Smiling after the rain, the flowers fade and are buried Pilgrimage to the mountains all the way
Hey, hey, I am the dust of the colorful sun The punter lights his lantern and the bamboo rafts on the river are illuminated red The flute player plays his dream and hears it, all things are separated in the heart One color and one thing has become empty in one night A flower and a dream plant the seeds of Bodhi This is the Valley of Forgotten Dust.
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Qingyuan.
It is her forgetful valley.
She and Fang Chu were lovers who forgot their worries in the mortal world.
Fang Chu had never tasted such a wonderful taste.
He felt that Qing Hua was dancing with the rhythm of the flute, and he was dancing with it.
He stared deeply into her eyes, which were boundless green.
He couldn't help but call "Qingya" the long flute sound.
The usually simple fisherman's tune sounded so harmonious at this moment.
He took her with him.
Sail on the Milky Way and head towards the depths of the underworld Beautiful autumn night.
No one wants to be lonely.
At one end of the Magpie Bridge, Zhang Henghe and Xi Yao took a look around and sat down on a bench at the foot of the Zhushan Mountain.
Zhang Hengxin felt something, took out a flute from somewhere, and started playing it.
My waist trembled, it turned out that he was the one who blew the flute before.
She didn't expect that such a rough and arrogant man could play such a flute sound.
The sound of the flute was like weeping and complaining, but it was not sad, but more like an affectionate whisper and complaint.
Just at this moment, Fang Chu's uncontrollable cry "Qingya" came from the bridge house.
The thin waist's heart trembled, and a face appeared in front of his eyes.
She couldn't help but shed tears.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the sound of the flute stopped, and only the flute was still playing in the same old way.
Zhang Heng took out a handkerchief from his sleeve.
It was not a fine silk handkerchief, but a cotton handkerchief.
He handed it to Xia Yao, who didn't take it, and his face turned cold again.
Zhang Heng didn't care and took it back.
As he looked at the river, he seemed to be saying to himself: "The eldest young master often advises me to start a family, but I am too lazy to bother.
Today, I came up with this idea.
I didn't think too much about it.
I just felt that everyone was happy, and I really wanted to I’m happy here.
I don’t think so much, life is so simple.”
He couldn't say anything more, he only blew out his dream.
The thin waist stared blankly at the dark awning boat on the river, with a light hanging on the stern, so carefree, yet so plain and real.
Don’t think so much, life is just that simple Zhang Heng said: "You go and rest first, I will take care of you here."
The thin waist didn't make a sound.
After standing for a while, he quickly walked towards the other end of the bridge.
In the early morning, Qingyuan was foggy, as if covered with a veil.
After Qingya got up, he didn't wash up first.
He went to the window with his long hair loose and looked out.
The quiet and ethereal scene outside the window was different and hazy than the one created last night.
It cheered her up, and the laziness of getting up early disappeared.
She turned back, smiled and waved to the other person, asking him to come over and take a look.
Fang Chu came over, hugged her in his arms, and followed her gaze outside.
At a glance, you can understand why Qingya is so novel.
"It's foggy in Qingyuan for most of the year," he said in her ear.
"Go and wash your face first.
After washing your face, I'll take you around slowly.
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We'll go rowing first, and we'll have breakfast on the boat."
Qingya didn't refuse, but she was sorry that she couldn't practice dancing again.
Fang Chu seemed to read her mind and said deliberately: "You can take a leave of absence when you are newly married."
Qingya was amused by his self-deception.
He took her to the washstand in the corner, where all kinds of toiletries and hand towels were available.
She took the initiative to scoop out water and waited for him to wash up attentively; he opened his arms and let her wipe his face.
After he finished washing, she washed herself.
After washing, she tied her hair by herself.
He put on jewelry for her and drew her eyebrows.
After holding up the eyebrow stone for a long time, she decided not to paint it anymore.
Her natural eyebrow shape is quite good.
Then he took her cloak and helped her put it on.
The two walked out of the bridge house side by side, arm in arm, wearing the same auspicious and luxurious red clothes, the same red cloak, the masculine temperament is heroic, the feminine temperament is quiet, strolling on the bridge, a true couple of gods and immortals Qingya bathed in love and looked around leisurely.
Looking ahead first, I saw strands of light mist rippling from the island in the middle of the lake, entwining the treetops and eaves.
The Yanyu Pavilion was like a mirage.
She hurriedly turned around and walked backwards, and then looked at Zhushan.
The bamboo forest was also filled with steam and white mist, which was especially refreshing against the green bamboo.
She loved the scenery so much that she kept walking backwards.
Fang Chu turned sideways to match her posture and prevent her from falling.
Last night, Zhang Heng led people to keep watch in the house on the other side of Magpie Bridge near Zhushan, while Xiao Yao led people to keep watch in the house on the other side of the bridge.
As soon as Fang Chu and Qingya came out, everyone on both sides heard them.
Zhang Heng and others hurriedly followed him and bowed their hands in greeting.
Fang Chu only nodded and walked under the bridge with a clear voice. 515 is coming soon, and I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list.
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