Fanwai " under the brocade " Xiaohe did not expect Yang Li's flute to be so affectionate, and his emotional expression is also very forgotten. The sound of his flute blows out the blue sky, white clouds, breeze, and lake; it also blows out the Ming Dynasty. The wind and the moon, the rivers and lakes, the golden ge, the iron horse; the voice is clear, ethereal and revolving, like the misty sound of 箜篌.
Xiaohe couldn’t help but look at Yang Li. The young girl’s affection has nothing to do with the scenery or romance, but it has something to do with her brother Li. It turns out that in this world, there really is a miracle for thousands of years, and at this moment, she In his eyes and heart, what he saw was Yang Li, and the person in his heart was also Yang Li.
Xiaohe’s tender pulse, and his affection is like wind, and slowly walked towards Yang Li, his handsome and handsome figure, a bamboo flute, the dexterous finger of the girl is trembling, and the small lotus flute is trembling. The lake of the heart, like silk ripples, like a thousand layers of fine waves, so that the water in the lake can no longer return to the original calm.
Xiaohe is behind Yang Li, hugs his waist tightly, a little girl with exquisite heart, once the heart is touched, she will be tender, traversing the world, joys and sorrows, the heaven and earth, are willing to stay with her brother Li. , Go hand in hand.
and listening to the flute, I can't finish Yang Li's deep thoughts; sing and sing, and love can't tell of sadness. Yang Li looked back at Xiaohe affectionately. It turned out that I was a drop of water, a drop of colorless and odorless water, which should have evaporated and dissipated in the heat of the sun, but stayed in the time and space with you. I am deeply affectionate.
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