If there is a comeback

Ever since Ye Gucheng uttered the decisive battle with some emotion, the relationship between the two of them has become sticky. In other words, Ximen Chuixue is sticking to Ye Gucheng and can't stand Ye Gucheng leaving him for a moment. vision. . .

"Ye, the sun is just right today, and I haven't played the guqin for many years, now, how about I play a song for you..." Ximen Chuuxue stared at the man in front of him, it was his deepest wish in this life. . .The world is good, the years are quiet, and I am happy to be with you. . .

"Shang Ke, I have too much..." Ye Gucheng was stunned for a moment, and then slowly said: "When you play a song, I will also play with you with the jade flute. It's a great pleasure..." Ye Gucheng paused, and then he thought of asking, "Ximen, what song do you want to play?"

Ximen Chuuxue was silent for a while, and then slightly raised the corners of his lips: "There is a beauty, and I will never forget it when I see it. If I don't see it for a day, I miss it like crazy. The phoenix flies and soars, seeking the phoenix from all over the world. The helpless beauty is not in the east." The wall. Use the piano to replace the language, and chat with the heart. When will I see Xu Xi, and comfort me. I hope that the words will be worthy of the virtues, and we will join hands. I will not fly, and I will perish." Ximen Chuixue looked at the stunned Ye Gucheng, slowly said: "Only this song Fengqiuhuang is really my heart...Ye, you can be happy."

Ye Gucheng was in a daze for a long time, his heart ached, he was very happy, but how could he forget the decisive battle that he said ten days later. . .Ye Gucheng clenched and let go the hands hidden in his sleeves: "Ximen, I don't know when you learned this song..." Ye Gucheng's eyes were tender, it means that time is running out, then Give Simon what he wants. . .Ye Gucheng didn't dare to think about what would happen if he left Ximen Chuuxue. He couldn't think about it. Instead of leaving in pain, it would be better to give Ximen what he always wanted. . .That style, flying immortals outside the sky. . .Finally fulfilled the last thought. . .

"Ximen, you and I played this song together on the flute, which reminds me of Boya Ziqi's music."

"When so."

The sound of the piano and flute should have been a very lingering tune, but one could hear the feeling of desolation in a stranger's way, which made one feel sad. . .

"Simen, this song is a bit sad..."

"The sound comes from the heart..."

"...The wind is blowing, let's go back."

"it is good."

The author has something to say: Well, look at my open mind. . .Are you getting more and more sad, that's right, the two of them are torturing themselves! ! !

Well, it's all my fault 233333