The woman closed her eyes and snuggled quietly on the chest of the Music Emperor, while her hands held the pounding heart.

When the Music Emperor opened his eyes, he saw that this woman was the legendary goddess Wang Yunchan, with beautiful long hair and a beautiful temperament. The legendary K, whose heart is broken, is broken in a foreign wilderness. 」

Wang Yunchan picked up the heart of the music emperor and listened, heard the low magnetic voice of Luo Xiaoyun, the goddess of the starry sky, and also heard the coquettish voice of the computer sister.

The music emperor Tianjiaolong, his expression is tense, heaven and man are at war, and the amorous and affectionate music emperor is on the verge of collapse, looking at the legendary goddess Wang Yunchan with sad eyes.

Wang Yunchan sang softly in the most beautiful voice in the world: "Wolf Tooth Moon, Yiren is haggard, raise a glass, and drink all the wind and snow. Who overturned the cabinet of the previous life?

Fate words, several reincarnations, you lock your eyebrows, cry red face can not be returned! Even though the history has turned into ashes, I love it indestructible! Prosperity is like three thousand flowing waters, I only take a scoop of love to understand, only love the butterfly you incarnate.

My hair is like snow, poignant parting, who did I touch by burning incense? Invite the bright moon, let the memories be bright, and love is perfect in the moonlight.

Hair is like snow, tears are flying, who am I waiting for the old? The drunk, slightly drunk years, I will never regret it, and engrave the monument of eternal love for you. 」

With a wave of Wang Yunchan's hand, a tomb appeared, and the tombstone read: "Husband: The Emperor of Music - Tianjiao Dragon, Wang Yunchan's title." 」

Wang Yunchan, who suddenly became cloaked, sang: La'er's la'er's la'er'

The music emperor pointed to the sky: "The bronze mirror reflects innocence, tie the ponytail." If you are wild, I will accompany you with wine in this life. Then it was as swift as the wind, and a string of words loomed.

A lonely lamp stands at the window, pretending that you haven't left behind the door, the old place is more lonely like revisiting the full moon, and the candle flame that is awake in the middle of the night can't bear to be harsh.

A pot of wandering wandering is difficult to enter the throat, after you leave, the wine is warm, the memories are thin, the water flows eastward, how to steal the time?

When the years peeled off the wall and saw you, I still remember that I was still very young, and now the sound of the piano is waiting for you quietly.

Who is playing a song with the pipa? Maple Leaf has seen through the ending of the story. The ancient road outside the fence leads you through. In the years of desolation, even the breakup was silent!

Thinking of the past, Wang Yunchan burst into tears, and splashed out with one hand: "The azure is waiting for the smoke and rain and I am waiting for you, the smoke rises thousands of miles across the river." At the bottom of the bottle, Han Li imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty. Just when I was foreshadowing to meet you. ”

The music emperor waved helplessly: "The plain embryo outlines the blue and white brushstrokes, which are thick and light." The peony depicted on the bottle body is just like your first makeup, and the sandalwood through the window is clear to me, and the pen on the rice paper is half shelved.

The glaze rendering lady picture charm is privately hidden. And your smile is like a bud waiting to be released, and your beauty is scattered and goes to a place I can't go.

The white and green koi jumped at the bottom of the bowl, but when copying the Song style, I was thinking about you, and the secret you had hidden in the kiln for thousands of years was as delicate as an embroidery needle falling to the ground.

Outside the curtain, the plantain provokes the shower knocker and provokes the patina, and I passed by the small town in the south of the Yangtze River to provoke you, in the splashed ink landscape painting, you are hidden from the depths of the ink. ”

The Emperor of Music continued to imitate the song of ancient China, expressing the stream of consciousness in the sky: "The fog on the ancient road is too thick, only the reeds are shaking in front of me, and the broken bricks are used to describe it, and the memories hurt when you step on them lightly. 」

Wang Yunchan sang: "The moss in the corner of the wall is too green, my thoughts are like a bell that has been slowed down, and the cat outside the fence is no longer favored, so I understand some things." ”

The music emperor said: "The wind chimes under the eaves and other north winds, after the shower, look forward to a rainbow. 」

Wang Yunchan sang: "Who lives in whose story? Who moves whom? Don't be fatal, don't believe what you say, your fate is over." ”

The music emperor expressed: "Listening, caring, whose eyes are red?"

Wang Yunchan sang: "Who has lived in this long-necked vase? We once agreed to love each other. It's the clouds of fate, who do I want to be fair? I'm calm, I'm sober, and I'm waiting for a response. ”

The music emperor said: "Who has heard of the sadness of this scratching flask? 」

The Dark King glanced at the messy bed, Yanbian was full of unread books, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, all of them were new books. A cup of tea, a strong, burnt oolong tea, he's been drinking this lately.

On Sundays he was too busy to type. It wasn't until after twelve o'clock in the evening that there was an elegant listening song, and today I listened to popular Chinese-style songs, mainly Fang Wenshan's lyrics and Jay Chou's songs.

"Your tears are weak and wounded, and the miserable white moon bends to hook the past. The night was too long, it condensed into frost, who was the cold despair in the attic?

The rain flicked gently, the vermilion windows, and I was blown by the wind on the paper all my life. Dreams are in the distance, turning into a wisp of incense and drifting away with the wind.

The chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is full of wounds, your smile has turned yellow, the flowers are broken, and my heart is lying quietly. The north wind is chaotic, the night is not yang, your shadow is constantly cutting, leaving me alone on the lake, in pairs.

The flowers have fallen late, and the fate of the withering world is unbearable. Don't cross the river with worry, and the autumn heart is split in half, I'm afraid that you won't be able to go ashore and shake for the rest of your life.

Whose country is the horse's hooves? The sky is slightly bright, and you sigh softly, and the night is so melancholy. ”

The Dark King saw him reply to the question: "I didn't answer before, I suddenly remembered, answer." A reader asked me: 1. Why is my mind so strong?2. Why can I write a book for the first time, without an outline, without any ideas, and write millions of words as I like?

1 and 2 have the same answer! Maybe they all know a little bit about literature, history, philosophy and law, and in the field of music and real estate, they think they are almost the pinnacle of human beings, so they become 1 and 2!

The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door, tormenting the world, the dream is cold, tossing and turning, and how many love debts?

The pain goes straight to the ground, a broken lamp, the collapsed mountain gate allows me to wait, history turns around and waits for the mellow wine, waiting for you to play a song of zither.

The rain is heavy, the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep, I heard that you are always alone, the mottled city gate is entrenched in the roots of the old trees, and the stone slabs echo to wait.

At the same time, he was listening: "The rain is deep in the old hometown, I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city, the sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city falls on that wild village, fate has taken root in us, listening to the laughter of youth, envying many people."

The annals of history are gentle and unwilling, the pen is too ruthless, the fireworks are easy to cold, and the personnel are easy to divide, and you are asking me if I am still serious? After a thousand years, who else is waiting?

And how can Qingshi not be true, Wei Shu Luoyang City is like you are following, in the previous life followed the red dust, followed me all my life, the rain has been deep in the old hometown, I heard that you are always alone, I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city, the sound of the shepherd flute on the outskirts of the city falls in that wild village, fate takes root in us, fate takes root in us, Jialan Temple listens to the rain and looks forward to eternity. ”

He beat the simple melody of Jay Chow:

The tail flick at the entrance of the alley shook off the familiarity of the past, and you in the rearview mirror are clearer than your mind, and the distance between you and me is like a slip and that drift, far away but it seems to be very close.

The headlights flashed to mean that I still cared, and I saw you getting into his car so carelessly, and the horn sounded twice to mean that I would leave, you can rest assured that I understand this game.

The roaring sound of the engine is your most hated melody, and shuttling through the city becomes a fantasia, while recording frantically and brilliantly forgetting, forgetting, forgetting, forgetting, forgetting.

You lose your temper, throw the door on the scent and stay in the car, I'm sorry, you can close the door if you want to go, don't be too strong, with a snack, you say it's not a snack for eating, ice cream, dissolves the beauty of the lie around you.

Without the rain wipers, it still kept going around, just like the memories began to wave at me, and the dashboard turned to guess if I would understand, and no matter how fast I was, I couldn't catch up on my promise.

The car window is rolled down to listen to you listen to your perfect excuse, the music is turned on and let me pretend to be moved, and the intimate you don't have to direct and act the heartache, I can't understand that I will be even more sad. (To be continued......)

PS: A busy day, listen to the song and forget the dust, make do with a few words and chapters, ha, ha, mix big, imaginative, continue to travel 3Q!!