alone mountain and river

The rhythm of the world has returned to normal again. I saw her in that summer, added that new bottle of wine, and drank most of it. Her pretty face was flushed, and her tongue was already a little knotted: " Alright, it's time for me to ask a question again, listen up, everyone!"

It just so happened that her little head was shaking a little, and she took in the expressions of everyone around her, and the obscene smile between the boy who handed the wine and the boy with the round face was particularly dazzling.

The smoky girl hated her teeth itchingly, but she was helpless. Back then, she was numb to the point of being very dull by alcohol, and she was still smiling foolishly. Listening to everyone's responses, she said: "Uh... That is, in history, the person who became a peerless strong man before reaching the age of weak crown!"

She took a small blackboard, picked up a pen, and quickly wrote a name on the blackboard. Feng Qinglang stood opposite, but she couldn't tell who she was writing.

After finishing writing, she quickly covered the blackboard under her feet, and said with a smile, "It's finished, let's start guessing!"

This is a very popular small game in Alans. Usually there are more than one answer. If any answerer happens to guess the answer of the question maker, it will be considered a loser.If no one guesses correctly after one lap, then the person who made the question loses.

A short-haired girl next to her guessed first: "Yiqinwa, the guardian of the Phoenix City at the end of the silent era!"

Seeing the other party shaking her head angrily, the short-haired girl couldn't help laughing and said, "I said Uman Nala, you have to learn to give some unpopular answers, otherwise I can always avoid it!"

Only then did Feng Qinglang realize that the smokey girl's name was Wuman Nala, which should be the name of the Alans Shadowmoon tribe...

Unger was the most distressed. Hearing their chatter, he couldn't understand what they were saying. He could only see from Uman Nala's face that she was extremely upset.

Then it was the boy's turn to deliver the wine, and he said, "I guess it's a popular one. The important founder of our Di dynasty, Mr. Potter, is it right?"

Seeing the depression on the other side's face, he couldn't help laughing too.

"Zastin?"

"Miss!"

"Berrian?"

"Miss!"

"Charma Clark?"

"..."

"Cronus!"

"...Miss!"

"Look, Umanara, I even guessed the name of the sage of the angry wave, and I wanted to help you drink it once, but I didn't hit it, so I can't blame me."

"Get out, don't pass the level and make sarcastic remarks!"

"..."

Amidst the laughter of the young man, the pretty face of Umanara at that time was even redder, while the girl with smoky makeup, Umanara, was completely livid, and she always felt that she had returned to the most depressed state at that time .

Seeing that the circle has come down, the boy with the round face has reached the point. If he can't guess correctly, Uman Nala will lose and have to continue drinking.

The round-faced boy pretended to be tolerant and said with a smile: "Okay, Umanara, don't say I'm not enough friends anymore, I guess His Majesty Di Allen, you won?"

At that time, Umanara looked around the crowd with grief and indignation, and suddenly opened his mouth wide like a lion cub, raised his bottle, and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp of indignation.

These boys and girls couldn't help laughing: "I'm really curious, what kind of answer did you write?"

"It's too hard to guess."

"We didn't play tricks on you this time, we said a lot of popular names."

"..."

Amidst the discussions, Umanara angrily turned to the blackboard under her feet, on which was written in Alan's common language: Feng Qinglang.

Feng Qinglang's heart twitched inexplicably, and her whole soul was instantly plunged into a kind of faint sadness. A wry smile overflowed from the corner of her mouth. How long had it been since he wrote his name in the language of his hometown? , I didn't expect to see you again, it turned out to be in an illusion, in someone else's memory.

The originally lively atmosphere at the scene fell into a brief silence because of this name. Compared with the still lively surroundings around the beach, the dead silence here is exceptionally strange.

The boy who handed the wine earlier broke the embarrassment and said, "He is a rebel!"

The round-faced boy also said: "He is our disgrace!"

As a result, some people echoed one after another: "What kind of peerless power is he? He should be nailed to the pillar of shame forever! Accept the condemnation of the world forever!"

"When I saw this name, I felt disgusted!"

"Hey, you still dare to use the name Sunshine..."

"He can't be considered a peerless powerhouse!"

"..."

Feng Qinglang smiled even more bitterly, such swearing must have happened from time to time in various places in Alans these years!

But what he never thought was that it was Umanara who spoke for him: "How can we judge him as a traitor? Even the crimes in the dynasty are not clearly written! Even if he retreats ten thousand steps, he is indeed It doesn't match up with the royal family, why do you say that he is not a peerless powerhouse, when he was our age, he had already been honed in the Storm Mountain Range, and what are we doing?"

The more she spoke, the more angry she became, she also stood up, crossed her waist, pointed at these companions and yelled and cursed, her eyes were full of tears, what surprised Feng Qinglang most was that the smoky girl Uman Nala also burst into tears , still clenched his fists, as if he was cheering for himself back then.

Feng Qinglang vaguely understood that she turned out to be her idol...

He really never thought that he would meet his fans by chance in a foreign country, and accompany her to witness her youthful memories.

At that time, Wu Mannara had completely entered a state of drunken madness, yelling and scolding all kinds of things, and even the round-faced boy wanted to take the opportunity to help her into the tent to rest, and she broke the other's voice loudly: "Bastard, don't rely on your old man!" You're making a deal with my father, and you want to take advantage of me, so get out of here, even if I'm drunk, you can't touch me, you disgusting little earthworm..."

This made the round-faced boy suddenly feel ashamed and angry, his face was flushed, he wanted to dig a hole and get into the ground, but he also wanted to ignore everything and rushed up to slap Umanara twice, and in the end the boy who passed the wine died Tighten him.

In the end, it was Umanara's maid who rushed over from a distance and helped Umanara back to the tent. Along the way, she could still shout: "I just like Feng Qinglang, so what if I like him after I'm sensible?" , whether he is really rebellious or fake rebellious, but I just like him!"

"..."

After she entered the tent, the outside world gradually entered into darkness and silence, because in her memory, there were no more images outside.

They stood outside the tent, and Anger asked cautiously, "Do you still need to go in and take a look?"

Umanala, whose face was full of tears, even the tears could not wash away the smoky eye makeup in the illusion, she slowly shook her head: "It's the second day since I woke up... Well, you're not bad, Sure enough, I got back my fragmented memory.”

Although Anger couldn't understand the words of these boys and girls, he could still see the fierce conflicts, and he didn't dare to show a complacent expression, so he just nodded and said, "That's good!"

Umanara said again: "I don't think your talent should be buried. Perhaps, it's time for you to have your own studio instead of being attached to an entertainment venue like that! Hi, I will give you a surprise, You wait!"

Anger had already passed the era of credulous promises, and he just thanked him habitually.