School Hunk Falls in Love with Her

Mu Mu's eyes started to moisten again. Damned guy, you bullied me, making me cry all the time, he's happy, why is this sentence so heart-wrenching? I don't know how long I've watched you in the night sky, but I know that I've watched you in the mortal world for 13 years!

The stars in the sky sparkled like diamonds, the eternal radiance of the night watchman, the dazzling clear voice, the dazzling singing from the deep feeling.

Xuan, how are you doing? Do you still feel pain in your heart?

"Zoren, I want to hear a song. You can sing a song about 'Star'."

"Ah …" "Let me think of this …"

"Hurry up and sing …"

The wood shook, shook, rocked, hummed.

"Don't move …" I know, I was just getting ready to sing. "

"Begin!"

Hmph, I won't give you a chance to think of it!

"..." Ah … Just like that, it began? All right … Two 'gorillas' and two 'gorillas', they ran fast, they ran fast, one had no tail, one had no rhinoceros horn, it was really strange, really strange … "Two 'gorillas' and two 'gorillas' ran very fast. One had no tail, and the other had no rhinoceros' horn. It's so strange, so strange …"

Zou En, singing with vigor. His voice was strong and filled with the fragrance of alcohol.

However, this song, too … Cough … Cough …

Wood, rather speechlessly, hung with white eyeballs.

Does a gorilla have a tail?

Do gorillas have rhinoceros horns?

Also, do gorillas use running?

God, 55555, the guy who changed the lyrics.

Forget it, forget it, since adults have a lot, let's just turn a blind eye.

In the morning, the sunshine was gentle and the shadows of the trees were gentle.

Mu Yi had been slapped awake by Zuo En long ago. "Hua Chi, wake up, we've walked out. We're now in a small town …" I'll find a phone booth and ask them to send a car to pick us up... "

Ah, out of that primeval forest?

When Mu Mu woke up, he realized that Zuo En's face was exhausted. His face was still covered with sweat and the wound on his arm had already turned yellow. The colored pus is flowing...

"Your hand? Does it hurt? How could this be? When did you get injured? "

Wood took his hand, tore off the cloth and carefully wiped it.

"It's okay, it's okay. "Wait for me here …"

Zuo En hurriedly escaped.

However, Wood had already felt a burst of pain in his stomach since last night, and he was finally unable to endure it any longer … Cold sweat...

It was so painful that she clutched her stomach, groaning indistinctly. Ye Zichen chanted.

"What's wrong? Hua Chi, you have a stomachache? "How could this be?"

Zuo En squatted down to help her up and asked.

Damn it, that "thing" reports on time …

555555... It's so hard to be a woman … I'm in so much pain …

"What's wrong, what's wrong, smitten …"

Zuo En was panting with anxiety. Rest.

"It's that one …"

"What's that?"

At this time, these two fools were still in the mood to guess riddles.

"It's the thing that girls come to visit every month …"

Wooden wood. His face was red from the pain.

"Then... "Then what should we do …"

Zuo En was suddenly enlightened and scratched his head. This was the first time he had encountered such a thing.

"Help me go to the store and buy the scripture. "Time used 'bread'..."

The wooden face didn't know where to go.

"Oh …" OK... "Stay here and don't move. Wait for me to come back …"

Zorn, you're really looking for a retail store.

Wood heavily bowed his head. Shame, what a shame. He had been thrown into the South Pacific.

It was too painful. She clutched her stomach, and the wood on her forehead was dripping with sweat. She inadvertently heard a bunch of music that was full of love, fluttering down from the sky like petals. In an instant, she forgot about the pain.

Raising his head, he saw that in the empty and empty town, where no one was around in the morning, there was a thin layer of snow falling from the sky. It was like a light blue crystal, covering the road in front of him.

Suddenly, the light in the sky appeared, as if a mysterious hole had been opened in the Milky Way Realm. There were fireworks blossoming in the sky, clusters after clusters of flowers, blooming in all directions.

A teenager dressed in royal blue was playing a harp on a willow tree in the misty snow...

It was a small harp, with a special body, shining the same blue as a teenager, light and blue, with the ethereal charm of glass, like a dream or a fantasy, like a poem or a painting, reaching out and touching it, as if it held a fragile crystal, a delicate touch like the morning sun rising, while the morning mist had yet to dissipate.

The tune he played was "Starry Sky" by Kleidman. It was an elegant melody, gently played and made people feel as if they were standing in the vastness of the sea of stars. It was deep, vast, and tranquil.

It was clearly early in the morning, so why was it that when he played the song, he could make people sink into the night sky to meditate and pray?

Why did he feel such a strong sense of loneliness at this moment? Just like Xuan said, the stars, the night watchers were waiting. In fact, all the stars were lonely. Lonely.

Was Dazzling lonely?

Zoran was Ji. Lonely?

What about him who played the harp?

The teenager continued playing as if he was alone, the tune turned 180 degrees. It was Sarah Brightman's "Scarborough Market":

AryougoingtoScarborough Fair

Parselysagerosemaryandthyme

He lowered his eyes and softly chanted. In the snowy plains, the sounds of his chanting were like the melody of a Buddhist chant.

Wooden always make his ears like a sail

Because

She is unable to express herself

The ecstasy of listening

It

Just like that, they bound her down …

High House of Shrinkage

Some people say

Kokuo and Oligomania

A high heart means a thin heart

Actually

Curly Gauge has its own meter

A high heart has its own style

unexpressible

This sudden emotion …

I can't tell you, I can't tell you

Only the silent listening

Silence is Gold

That's an excellent quote.

in fact

Before talking

The rain of tears had already washed over his body

unspoken lacrimal inflow

The most beautiful language in the world

An Interpretation of the Original as Wordless

Wood, unconsciously pulled by him, seemed to have an endless stream of thought gushing out, following the singing of the lyrics of the 'Book of Songs':

Asked if it was the right thing to do

Cymbidium cilantro and cilantro

Lady Fang from the other side, on the basis of the monarch's words

"My lover was there, and I knew her."

"Tell the beautiful woman to put on my clothes, please."

Cymbidium cilantro and cilantro

The youth in the snow fog willow tree was stunned when he heard the lyrics.

He finally opened his eyes as he was deep in thought. He turned around and looked at the young girl who was singing a poem under the light and elegant snow. The soft material of the black silk cloth with exquisite dark patterns was fluttering in the wind like a fairy in the dark night, dancing with the world's one and only black wings …

A trace of uncontrollable joy spread on his eternally calm face. Not bad, it had been a long time since he had been this excited.

Was she an angel or an elf? Is it important? Maybe she was an angel with black wings.

He walked over, gently and slowly …

At that moment, when Mu Mu Zi thought back to it, she always felt that he didn't walk over, but floated over like an immortal. Yes, this young man with the harp, was so beautiful that he didn't seem like a product of the mortal world.

Crouching beside Mu Mu, he stretched out his hand and placed a handful of rosemary on hers, saying, "A girl who possesses rosemary, one day, you will go to the fairy tale kingdom's' Denmark '."

"Denmark?"

After Mu Mu met his gaze, he could not utter another word.

"Yes. "May I ask how do I get past 'Imperial William'..."

Mu Mu pointed to the front. In reality, she still didn't understand the situation.

"Thank you."

The dreamy youth smiled in greeting, then picked up the clear blue harp and continued walking forward.

"Can you tell me your name?"

He suddenly remembered something, turned his head to smile, and the snowflakes stopped in the blink of an eye.

"Flower Trees …"

Mu Mu Mu was certain that he had met an immortal.

"My name is Shu Luo. I hope we'll meet again next time."

With that, he walked further and further away until he was hidden in the snowy fog. The snowy fog began to disperse, and the sunlight shone down, causing the area around him to shine with a golden light. The color of light.

On the streets of the small town, streams of people began to surge like the tide.

Dream on? He must be dreaming.

But there was still a handful of "rosé" in his hand.

He was indeed a youth who had just ascended into the morning mist. As for the morning mist, it was still lingering around him like a dreamy dream. His entire body was shrouded in a melancholy blue color!

For example, Zuen belonged to Jinyang, Xuan belonged to Moonlight, and he belonged to Fog that was both a illusion and a illusion.

His eyes, like his guqin, his clothes were usually blue, light blue with water, and the crushed kiss of the moon had a sorrowful, melancholy, quiet, light temperament.

Brown hair, carved features, light blue eyes.

It could be said that he was even more beautiful than a girl.

If he was the representative of the hazy beauty, then Xuan was the representative of the gentle and pure beauty.

As for Zuo En, he was indescribably confused. Body, the dual charm of darkness and light. It was unique in this world, undefeatable.

However, from then on, because of this youth, Mu Mu really had a strange journey.

There was a song floating in the air: Have you ever been to Nascabo Market? Celery, soda leaf, rosmarine, please greet a girl for me, she makes me often adore. Ask her to make a thin cloth dress, celery, sage, rosemary... She is the girl I love...