Autumn is getting deeper, and the wind is blowing even cooler.

If nothing happens, every night, Hua Lang prefers to lie under the quilt rather than under the moon in front of the window, although there are still a few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon is not as bright as promised.

Chang'an City is quiet, but there is no lack of that kind of liveliness, as if everyone has their own way of life, no matter the bustle and quiet, as long as you feel happy, then you don't have to envy the lives of others.

At this time, Hanarang likes tranquility.

When night comes, lie in bed and listen to the wind outside, the rustling of wooden leaves seems to be music to your ears.

That night, Hua Lang lay on the bed again and listened to the wind outside, Wen Meng hugged Hua Lang and fell asleep quietly, but at this time, there was a sudden melodious singing outside, and the song sounded a little low, as if it was a call from hell, which made people's hearts sink suddenly, and then they couldn't lift it again.

The singing did not last long, and soon disappeared, and even the singer disappeared without hearing what he was singing, but although the singing was gone, the low voice was forever imprinted in my heart.

Hua Lang suddenly felt a dullness that made him unable to sleep for a long time, and just as he was about to get up and walk, there was a loud wind outside, and then a lightning bolt flew down in the night sky, and after the lightning flashed, the rain came in a majestic manner.

The autumn rain was slightly cool, banging on the courtyard outside, knocking on the window lattice, knocking on the roof, Hua Lang lay on the bed and never got up, he slowly closed his eyes and listened to the rain around him, the rain was very beautiful, as if it was alive, but when Hua Lang was listening like this, the low song suddenly sounded in his mind.

Tonight, I'm afraid it's hard to sleep anymore.

Hua Lang turned his head to look at Wen Meng, only to see Wen Meng throwing her asleep at this time, she didn't seem to know that it was raining at all, and naturally she didn't know that not long ago, there was a singer on the street singing in a deep voice.

Hua Lang didn't know when he fell asleep, but he knew that when he woke up, Wen Meng had already gotten up, Hua Lang opened his eyes, a ray of sunlight shone, he got up and pushed the bed out to look out, the ground outside was dry, if it weren't for the ground full of fallen leaves, no one would believe that there was a heavy rain last night.

During breakfast, Hua Lang couldn't help but glance at everyone, he wanted to know if Lu Dao had heard any singing last night, but after seeing everyone's faces, he still couldn't speak, because for some reason, he suddenly didn't know how to speak.

There is nothing to see in the autumn color, there are scattered everywhere, the wind is cooler, the ancient city of Chang'an City looks a little depressed under the autumn wind, but anyone knows that the city is lively, there are tens of thousands of people here.

All day, Hua Lang was struggling with last night's singing, Wen Meng had been with Hua Lang for a long time, so she quickly discovered Hua Lang's abnormality, so she asked, "...... you What's wrong? ”

Hua Lang shrugged his shoulders and stopped talking, Wen dreamed of this, and said angrily: "What the hell is wrong with you! ”

Wen Meng's appearance was very beautiful, so that Hua Lang didn't know how to refuse or perfunctory for a while, and finally had to tell him about the singing he heard last night, after he finished speaking, Wen Meng suddenly couldn't help but laugh, and said, "Just for this, you have been absent-minded all day?" ”

Hanalang shrugged: "This is not a small matter, it is so late, who will sing on the street, and the song is so low, as if there is a lot of unspeakable pain in his heart." ”

Wen Meng is not a hard-hearted person, listening to what Hua Lang said, she was also a little moved, and said: "In this case, let's find the singer, although there are many people in Chang'an City, it should not be difficult to find someone who sings at night." ”

It shouldn't be difficult to find, but Hua Lang was a little hesitant, this matter is too small, small people can ignore it, for such a small matter, he really can't pull his face to beg Li Jing'an, after all, to find someone, you still have to do it with Li Jing'an.

After the most hesitation, they didn't take this matter to heart, and after saying this, Hua Lang also let go.

I thought it was over, but the next night, just as Hanalang was about to fall asleep, he heard the somewhat muffled singing voice again, this time maybe because the singer's voice was a little louder, or maybe Hanalang listened to it for the second time, and he had some impressions, so this time Hanalang actually heard a few lyrics.

The lyrics are not very complicated, and with the deep voice, it sounds even more weird, because the lyrics are like this: the moon and moonlight shine into the door of the room, and the letter is attacked in the new tent, and the bed of the new door is to be trapped.

This is the lyrics that Hanarong heard, although Hanarong didn't know much about the song, but he could hear that the song was not played and sung with the poems of ancient poets, this song was more like a lullaby.

The lullaby should be sung softly and pleasantly, but the singing voice in this night is too low, obviously not in line with the lullaby, and the voice is more like a woman who has suffered a thousand times singing about the ups and downs of her fate.

What happened to her, to sing a lullaby that would put a child to sleep in such a deep voice on such a night?

Hua Lang was in a trance, until the song faded away, he woke up, and when he woke up, he looked down at Wen Meng, Wen Meng was asleep at this time, but for some reason, her eyes shed a line of tears, is it in her sleep, is the song so shocking?

Hua Lang slowly closed his eyes, the moon and moonlight, shining into the door of the room, the letter was attacked in the new tent, and a few lyrics of wanting to be trapped in the bed of the new door lingered in his mind from time to time, he sighed softly, thinking that tomorrow no matter what, I want to see Li Jing'an, let him send someone to investigate, why there is a woman singing at night, and again, why does the woman sing?

If Hua Lang thought it was a trivial matter when he heard the song last night, then after Hua Lang heard the song tonight, he didn't think about it anymore, he felt that the singer must have encountered something, so he was like this.

What happened to her? When Hanalang closed his eyes, it seemed that all the unhappy things of time came to his heart, and he couldn't help but cry in the corners of his eyes.

The wind began to whisper outside the window, Hua Lang slowly fell asleep, the singer in the dream, looming in the mist, Hua Lang rushed forward, breaking through the mist, but found that there was still only a mist in the mist, and there was no singer, but although there was no singer, the song was still low and came, and Hua Lang kept chasing, but it was like a butterfly fluttering, and there was no result.

At some point, Hua Lang woke up from his dream, and there was silence all around, even Wen Mengna's slight breathing could be heard.