old man in white

Lin Fan stood in the center of the stage, holding a small mallet as a microphone. Although microphones were not needed in ancient times, as a modern person, singing does not take anything, but it is uncomfortable.

Next, Tang Ling played the song slowly, silently singing the song in her heart, trying her best to keep up with the rhythm of the song. After the prelude was over, Lin Fan began to sing,

"How can you sleep without fireworks in Guanwai Field Store?

Who will add two pieces to my sleeves

On the third and fourth watch, the snow and wind continued to blow all night

It's just that the poor skinny horse hasn't had a good rest

Falling into a dream, dreaming for a few months, waking up for a few years

The past is sad and beautiful, but love is shallow

The partridge can hear the complaint and fly but can't return to the front of the hall

Who will reveal the old couplets whose red ink has faded"

Lin Fan opened his mouth to sing "Thousands of Baidu", Tang Ling did not expect that Lin Fan's singing had a special flavor, not like the girl's shrill and gentle voice, but three points deep and seven points soft, just like the spring breeze, warming people.

"I search for you thousands of times from sunrise to dusk

I am ups and downs

I search for you thousands of times and one year old

But you're never in a dimly lit place"

At this time, a woman in a red nightgown is playing the zither, and a "man" in SpongeBob's loose pajamas is singing affectionately. A group of ancient people in the audience are listening to the song seriously. If this scene is seen by modern people, It is estimated that I will be laughed out of my teeth.At this time, Tang Ling looked at Lin Fan who was singing affectionately, and suddenly felt as if he had passed away.

"I fell into a dream for a few months and woke up for a few years

The past is sad and beautiful, but the relationship between the two is shallow"

When he sang this sentence, Lin Fan looked at Tang Ling subconsciously. Tang Ling's eyes froze, and some strange images kept flashing in his mind, just like watching a movie in a movie theater, but there was also a strong feeling of being there. environment feeling.

"Lingjun, you play the guzheng really well." An Buli smiled lightly.

At this time, Tang Ling saw a person exactly like Lin Fan in his mind, but he was dressed like an ancient person, and "Lin Fan" had long hair tied up and tied up high, which was a little darker than now. Plain linen clothes, behind is a long sword.

"Buli, I know you're leaving, I'll play another song for you." The person sitting opposite "Lin Fan" said sadly.

Why is this person so similar to me?Tang Ling was amazed.The woman named Lingjun has the same appearance as her, except that her hair is longer, probably reaching her legs.The clothes were much more luxurious than that of "Lin Fan" who was sitting across from him. It could be said that the clothes were as high as the sky and the bottom of the earth, rich but not vulgar, noble yet elegant.Obviously, compared with this person, I have lost a lot of temperament.Bah, why did you lose a lot, why do you want to compare?

"Why are you crying?" An Buli asked.

Li Lingjun was playing the zither, but the tears couldn't stop streaming down his face. He didn't dare to look at the person across from him. When he heard An Buli speak, he just lowered his head, played the zither quietly, and shed tears quietly.After finishing the song, he said,

"How can you not be sad when your friend leaves?"

"Friend?" An Buli snorted again,

"I've said that your father's matter has nothing to do with me, you just don't want to see me... Forget it, friends are friends..." An Buli smiled wryly,

"Miss Li, my time is up, it's time to go back to the mountain." After finishing speaking, An Buli got up and left without the slightest hesitation.Only Li Lingjun was left beside the guzheng,

Not to leave, of course I know it has nothing to do with you, but... I hope you will leave here and never see each other again... Li Lingjun is heartbroken at this moment.

Although he didn't know what happened, Tang Ling could really feel the grief and reluctance in Li Lingjun's heart.