The singing in the middle of the night, the low lullaby, echoed in Hanalang's mind from time to time, and all night, Hanaro slept unsteadily, as if for him, this song seemed to be a kind of spell, a spell that made people unable to calm down.

A ray of sunlight in the sky sprinkled through the window lattice, and Hua Lang's drowsy head felt that someone had clicked a little, and then there was a sound of anger and getting out of bed, but these Hua Lang didn't want to know Lu Dao, he just wanted to sleep well, because last night, he slept too late.

The autumn wind is even more sluggish, and the autumn sun looks very unrefreshed in the morning, just like this morning's flower herd.

When Hua Lang woke up and sat at the head of the bed a little dazed, Wen Meng brought the washing water and asked, "Did you hear that song again last night?" ”

Hanalang nodded: "I heard it, and I heard it clearly!" Hua Lang said while washing his face, and at this time, Wen Meng suddenly became interested, and hurriedly asked, "Did you hear clearly?" What song is it? ”

"It's a lullaby!" So, Hanalang repeated the lyrics he heard last night, and after he said this, he sank slightly, and then continued: "The singer, I don't know what is sad. ”

This sentence seemed to be said to himself, but Wen Meng heard it clearly, and after she heard it, she was slightly stunned, as if she had heard the low lullaby in her sleep last night.

When eating breakfast, everyone's expressions were a little weird, especially at a loss, he stopped talking on the table several times, and finally didn't know why, he actually took a deep breath, and then said: "Last night, did you hear anything?" ”

Hua Lang and Wen Meng's eyes immediately fell on Yin Wuxuan, which made Yin Wuxuan feel very uncomfortable, and at this time, Hua Lang's face showed a hint of realization, the song last night was very low, and he could hear it, so a master like Yin Wuxuan naturally heard it.

At this time, Hua Lang and Wen Meng did not speak, and they were even more uncomfortable, and after sighing slightly, they said forget it, but as soon as he said this, Hua Lang suddenly said: "Are you talking about singing?" ”

Yin Wuxuan's eyes suddenly lit up: "You heard it too?" ”

Hua Lang nodded: "I've heard it for two nights, but I didn't pay much attention to it the first time, and last night I found the singing voice very strange, so after breakfast, I wanted to go to the mansion." ”

Hanalang's intentions are not clear, but everyone understands that since the song is strange, it is natural to investigate.

Yin Wuxuan nodded: "I really should go to the mansion, the singing last night, after listening to it, people have an indescribable feeling, it feels like ...... It's like ......" Yin Wuwu is like several, but he can't say it, and at this time, Hua Lang suddenly continued: "It's like a mother who has experienced the suffering of the world singing a song in front of her bed that no one seems to listen to." ”

"Yes, yes, that's what it feels like, and it makes people's hearts flutter."

Hua Lang also felt this way, he sighed, put down the chopsticks, and said, "If everyone has eaten well, let's go to the mansion." ”

The autumn of Chang'an came earlier than that of the south, so at this time, Xiao Suo and withering can be seen everywhere, but in this Chang'an City, Xiao Suo and withering can not hinder the excitement of the people, because autumn is the season of harvest, but also the season of reunion, in such days, everyone just wants to be happy.

Walking on the bustling and lively streets, looking at those cheerful people, Hua Lang suddenly thought of the singing last night, the woman who sang, I wonder if she is also like the people on this street, because of the autumn and cheerful?

Come to think of it, I don't think so, who would sing a low song in the empty street when they are happy?

The entrance of the government is a little cold, I think everyone is busy with the crops in the field, so those contradictions and small things are put aside for the time being, in this world, what is more important to have a good harvest of food to eat?

At least, for people in this day and age, having enough to eat is indeed the most important thing.

The official in front of the house saw that it was Hualang and the others, and hurriedly greeted them, and without informing, they were invited to the living room, and a few people sat in the living room for a short time, and a burst of laughter suddenly came from outside, and then, Li Jingan strode towards the living room, and said as he walked: "Why does the playboy have time to come to me?" ”

After Li Jingan finished speaking, he had already sat down, while Hua Lang smiled lightly and said, "The reason why I came here today is really because there is a small matter that needs Lord Li's help." ”

Li Jingan was a little surprised, because as far as he knew, Hua Lang's mouth never had any small things that he needed his help with, and what needed his help must be a big thing, and this big thing was inconvenient for Hua Lang's identity to do.

After a little hesitation, Li Jingan asked, "I don't know what kind of trivial things require the playboy to run in person?" ”

Hua Lang smiled, and naturally heard the joke in Li Jingan's words, but at this time, he didn't want to waste any more time, so he told him about the singing he heard last night and the night before yesterday, and after finishing speaking, Li Jingan was slightly surprised and said, "This is the kind of thing?" ”

This kind of thing is indeed a trivial matter, and the small one can't be smaller, and it can even be ignored, Li Jingan shrugged his shoulders and said: "I Li Jingan helped with this kind of trivial matter, who let this be a playboy You brought it up." ”

Hua Lang smiled, he believed that as long as Li Jingan made a move, the singer in the middle of the night would definitely be able to find it.

When leaving the mansion, the autumn clouds were a little dark, but there was no meaning of rain, the wind blew cool, blowing Hualang's clothes up, after returning home, everyone did not do anything, just waited for news in the house, but in the evening, Li Jingan did not send someone to deliver the news.

The night was getting deeper, the sky was even darker, the clouds were not raining, and the wind was howling through the window lattice, and through the cracks in the window into the house, but when it blew on people's faces, it was a sultry heat.

The black clouds that have been brewing for a long time are probably going to rain.

Hanarang stood in front of the window and stared at the courtyard outside, he was slightly uneasy, if it rained, then the song would not be heard? Or, in the pouring rain, the singer won't be in the empty streets anymore, right?

The wind suddenly became wild, sweeping away the stuffiness just now, and I don't know when it started, the courtyard in front of the flower Lang's window was full of wooden leaves, and the wooden leaves fell, as if it was a lonely heart, and suddenly lost its support.

The night was getting deeper, and the wind was stronger, but there was no rain, and Hua Lang was concentrated, but there was only the sound of the wind in the street outside, and there was no low lullaby.