"Who holds on to memories, painting the world of mortals in chaos, pears falling all over the sky; Who holds hands, looks at each other without saying a word, strolling the world;
Who can comfort me, drive a lifetime of silence, one after another down; Who is wise and righteous, holding hands and not letting go, unparalleled for thousands of years.”
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From a distance, the song came with a hint of ambiguity. It danced with the morning wind, accompanied by loud cheers, and gradually became clear.
"Young Master, look, the one on the left is Hongye. He is using the Hongye Sword with great accuracy.”
Feng Siming snorted. It was just an empty shell. Only a blind person could not hit such a big target right in front of them. It turned out that Hong Ye was playing with them!
Cheng Jin saw Feng Siming and the others 'disapproving expressions, but he didn't say anything. His eyes quickly turned."Young Master, look, that, that is Zi Mi, a famous talented woman on this street. Back then, she used the song 'The Chaos of the Mortal World', which shocked the entire audience. The cheers almost turned the sky upside down. During that period of time, all the buildings sang that song. She was the most popular girl in the entire Sweet Potato House.”
"Oh? Sing it." Feng Siming said with interest. Yan Jiaxuan was deep in thought.
"Long street, fireworks, light the lamp and look back.
Short pavilion short, the world of mortals rolling, I sigh again.
I send you a song, do not ask the end of the song people gather and disperse.
Who will burn the smoke and disperse the vertical and horizontal tie?
Just because I feel you look back, make me think of you in the morning and evening.
Drinking alone, drinking snow, lost for another year.
Turning around, a wisp of cold fragrance was far away, the snow was deep, and the smile was shallow. Are you willing to save me in my next life?"
"The words are good, but it's a pity that this woman has fallen into the dust.”
Along the way, there were thousands of styles.
"Young Master, we're here."
Feng Siming and the others looked up and were in the world where red mist was flying and black clouds were swirling.
She caught Feng Siming's eyes with passion and coldness. They strangely merged together, but there was no visual conflict.
"Good building." He praised.
Cheng Jin quickly explained the rules of the competition, and Feng Siming listened. Touching the tip of his nose, he said to Yan Jiaxuan,"Why does it feel like a talent show?"”
But Yan Jiaxuan ignored him, his eyes staring straight at the second floor. Seeing this, Feng Siming turned his head and looked in the direction Yan Jiaxuan was looking at. He saw a person in fluttering red clothes leaning against the window. Her eyebrows were dark without drawing, and her lips were fresh without drawing. She was like a woman who had walked out of a painting, peerless in beauty. "This is the flower girl," Cheng Jin hurriedly explained.”
Yan Jiaxuan stood beside Feng Siming and sighed,""An actor enters the painting and lives his life to the end of the world."
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