The moonlight is like water, falling quietly.
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 aside.
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!
It’s great to have Xia Yang here!
Xia Yang raised his hand and patted Liu Ruixuan's shoulder.
Um? Liu Ruixuan came back to his senses and looked at Xia Yang.
Xia Yang pursed his lips in Luo Yan's direction.
What? Liu Ruixuan looked towards Luo Yan.
Ahem, suddenly I remembered what Luo Yan said just now.
She knows Xiuxiu.
Oh, no, I am good friends with Xiuxiu. But, why didn't he know?
Soldiers never tire of deceit, and there must be deceit among them!
She actually asked Xiuxiu if she 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 asked carefully.
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.
Um? Liu Ruixuan's eyes turned around and over in his 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 or not is really not the point. The point is that he has a girlfriend, so Luo Yan can quit!
Master! He truly deserves 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 the senior you like 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. After all, it is Liu Ruixuan who is looking for a girlfriend. It’s not Liu Xiu who is 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's lips curved and he looked towards the crescent moon in the west.
The night in early summer is a bit distant and quiet, like a dream.
In such a dream, Liu Ruixuan heard this sentence: Spring is as old as before, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and wet. The peach blossoms are falling, the leisure pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is still there, it is difficult to stop the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo!
What? Liu Ruixuan was stunned for a moment, what is going on?
The second brother doesn't pretend to be Li Bai, but pretends 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.
Um? Liu Ruixuan turned his head to look at Xia Yang, then looked sideways at Luo Yan.
Are these two people making a big splash in Ci?
Actually came to love poems.
baffling!
The lanterns are starting to go up, the night is still dark, the crescent moon has not yet set, and the warm wind is just rising.
The familiar characters Jingyun, Xianyue, Xia Yang, Luo Yan, and myself watching the show 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, rolling his eyes countless times in his heart.
The sudden change of topic made him stunned for a long time.
I was so stunned that my palms were almost bleeding.
Confirm that you heard it correctly!
"My favorite is her "One-cut Plum Blossoms? Red Lotus Roots and Jade Mats in Autumn"." Luo Yan said with a chuckle.
"Have you heard of the song "Moon Full West Tower"," Xia Yang took over, "This is how it is sung."
What? Are you ready to sing again?
Liu Ruixuan turned his head and looked at Xia Yang, but heard Xia Yang's voice coming over him very clear and graceful.
"The fragrance of the red lotus root lingers in the jade quilt in autumn. I undressed my clothes lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Someone in the clouds sent me a brocade book. When the wild goose returned, the moon was full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart. "
Liu Ruixuan quietly rolled his eyes in the air and listened quietly.
A crescent moon calmly appeared in his sight as he looked up to the west.
"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, "Come and listen."
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 and presented them in the text and pictures of ancient beauties." Luo Yan said with a smile, a look of memories on her face.
Ahem, it’s actually a memory of middle school?
Yun Ling? Ahem, he also went to middle school in Yunling!
Why didn't his Chinese teacher make this poem into a picture with the text and 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.
Um? 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 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 one step back and glanced at Xia Yang next to him from the corner of his eye.
Xia Yang stood aside 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 smell the green plums that look naughty and cute; there is no one in the world to turn to, and I feel lost; I only frown, but I feel sad in my heart." Luo Yan continued.
A passionate confession turns into an appreciation of poetry in an instant!
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 elbow, you have to wait for me.
"Things are different, people are not the same, everything is gone, and the sadness of crying first when you want to speak; the most touching thing is the misery and sorrow of searching hard, but only seeing deserted things."
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 happy 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 and looked 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 treat others with a smile when you are sad."
cut! 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 girl who used to write happily. Her appearance has not changed, but , and later, I was unhappy."
Um? What word is this?
Liu Ruixuan glanced at Xia Yang, blinked, looked at the orange halo, and suddenly remembered a sentence: Writing comes from a lonely heart.
Well, he doesn’t know how to write, he just makes music.
Therefore, he also has a lonely heart!
After all, art is connected.
But who is that girl in Xia Yang who likes to write?
Li Qingzhao?
Ahem, that was all hundreds or thousands of years ago. How did Xia Yang verify whether he was happy or not?
Liu Ruixuan curled his lips.
An idea flashed, he must not be Zhu Yan, right?
Ahem, no, Liu Ruixuan turned around and glanced at Luo Yan, who was quiet and speechless in front of him. Could it be Luo Yan?
Who?
Suddenly I realized that I knew very little about Zhu Yan and Xia Yang!
A gust of warm wind blew by, and Liu Ruixuan's hair was a little messy by the wind. He raised his hand to straighten it.
But he accidentally saw someone's eyes looking at him, those familiar eyes!
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