Rebirth Zuo Wei

Seeing Zuo Wei waking up, Yinger was pleasantly surprised, and then dissatisfied: "Why do you keep sleeping? By the way, don't you know how to sing? Sing a song."

"Singing? I can't." Zuo Wei shook his head.

"No, aren't you an artist of the song and dance troupe? How could you not know how to sing!" Yinger instinctively thought that Zuo Wei was trying to evade.

"That's right, we are performers, so naturally we have to show off our skills, otherwise how can we be called entertainers?" Feng Xue suddenly climbed onto the roof of the carriage, and persuaded Zuo Wei seemingly gently.

In fact, the implication is that if you don't sing, our identities will be ruined...

Zuo Wei rolled his eyes, and said to Ying Er very seriously: "Actually, this guy lied to you."

"Ah!" Ying Er exclaimed in amazement, aren't the two of them artists of the song and dance troupe?

"Do you know that there are two types of artists. One is just like me, who sell their art but not their body." Zuo Wei pointed at himself.

Then, pointing to Feng Xue, he said: "There is another kind, that is, he is like this. He sells his body instead of performing arts, and all the music is just a cover. This guy is best at calling the slave family, what is the slave house, if you don't believe me, let him call it down. "

Yinger looked at Fengxue in horror, she couldn't imagine that someone as refined as Fengxue would be...but the more she looked at it, the more she looked like...

Seeing Zuo Wei's serious expression and the obvious provocation in his eyes, Feng Xue couldn't help but smile wryly, is it prostitution or not? ! ! ! ! ! In Donghao Continent, only Zuo Wei dared to say that about him.

"I. Only sold myself to one person, and only called my servant to one person!" Feng Xue said to Zuo Wei with an ambiguous smile on his face.

Zuo Wei rolled his eyes.Close your eyes and ignore him.

And Ying Er looked at Feng Xue, then at Zuo Wei, was stunned for a while, and suddenly shouted: "Ao. I understand, you two are a couple!!!"

Zuo Wei closed his eyes and just said two words lightly.

"Bullshit."

The corners of Feng Xue's mouth curled up.The sparkle in the eyes...

Sit down cross-legged, place the guqin in your hand on your lap, and the sound of the piano sounds.Zuo Wei stood up suddenly, glanced at Feng Xue, stretched out his hand to press the strings, and said lightly: "I'll do it."

Fengxue was so happy that he handed the Guqin to Zuo Wei.And Yinger looked at Zuo Wei expectantly.

It's a pity that she only heard a messy sound of plucking the strings, and saw Zuo Wei randomly plucking the strings one by one.

Hungry, no way, can't the masked boy know how to play the piano?

And Feng Xue looked at Zuo Wei thoughtfully.

The guqin in this world is similar to the ancient Chinese qin.It's just that there are some differences in the appearance and materials, but there is not much difference in the structure, so Zuo Wei only slightly felt the sound difference between them.

I don't know when, the messy sound of plucking the strings stopped, and the faint and ethereal sound of the piano flowed in the air, like a dream, like a shadow...

"You said, you want to stay with me for a long time, a long time.

But in the end it was me who let go of your hand.

You said, happiness does not necessarily require us to stay together,

As long as I'm not alone.

You said that time is not the longest,

Because she is always abandoning the past.

And you are always there, never leave.

Your back, lonely and lonely.

Like a ripple reflected in water,

I watched, and my heart was engraved with marks.

Neither deep nor shallow, just like the imprint you gave me.

It's been there year after year, it's hard to erase.

You said

The so-called love doesn't care where you are,

As long as I'm still here, waiting for you.

Day and night alternate, but it is inseparable from grief.

The so-called love is not staying together

But year after year,

I am gray-haired,

I still remember you.

only. "

The singing voice was cold and ethereal, Zuo Wei just played the piano like that, and sang by herself, her eyes were always looking into the distance, as if she was looking at something, as if she had passed through that vast space and returned to a corner of her heart.

full of sorrow...

This kind of singing, this kind of melody, is like that soft sharp sword, lingering, binding everyone's heart tightly, and stinging the softest place, spreading sadness and spreading.

The woman in green had already put down the book in her hand, her face was calm, but a wave in her eyes showed her heart.

"It's a pity that you are not artists with such singing voice and piano skills. Who are you guys? It really makes me curious, but I will always know!" After arriving at the Moro Mountains, you should be able to find out. , after all, their goal is also the Moro Mountains.

Before she knew it, Ying'er felt a little cold on her face, touched her cheek, and it was wet.

The sound of the piano stopped, Zuo Wei closed her eyes, then opened them again, all traces were gone, bright and calm, as if nothing had happened before, she was still her, Zuo Wei.

Zuo Wei in the Taiyuan world, that Zuo Wei without Xiao Cheng...

Ying Er looked at Zuo Wei, jumped out of the carriage suddenly, and ran to her own carriage.

Zuo Wei didn't care, just took out a wine bottle and let himself drink.

Feng Xue took the guqin, stretched out her slender fingers, and caressed the strings, as if the slender strings still retain the warmth between them, and the deep lovesickness.

Looking deeply at Zuo Wei, he didn't say a word.

Zuo Wei frowned, then said with a light smile: "What's the matter, it shouldn't be like this, did I smash the signboard of our song and dance troupe?"

"Do you know that you are not happy even when you are smiling?" It was as if you were just smiling for others to see.

Zuo Weiyi was stunned, then shifted his gaze, and said lightly, "Smiling doesn't mean happiness, but being expressionless is really sad. At least, I can still smile."

She was used to the days when she couldn't even cry. At that time, she didn't know what sadness was, but she just felt that she really couldn't cry.

When that mother died, when Xiao Cheng got married,

She can only watch.

"Why don't you let go and make yourself happier?" Although Feng Xue didn't know why Zuo Wei felt such deep sorrow at his age, was it because of his relatives?No, it's not.It was a kind of deep-seated lovesickness, and it was sad to be separated. This kind of feeling can only be love.

what kind of person.Will it make Zuo Wei so unforgettable?

He really wanted to know, and a little bit didn't want to know...

"If you let go of this, then you really have nothing!" Zuo Wei murmured.Take a sip of wine.

Feng Xue was stunned, and smiled, the wind was calm, but she couldn't hide her inexplicable melancholy, grabbed Zuo Wei's wine bottle, and said, "I know I'm drinking, so I won't give me a bottle."

talking.He didn't care that this bottle was drunk by Zuo Wei just now, so he took a sip from the bottle.

Zuo Wei glanced at him and frowned slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything and just took out another wine bottle.Just drink it yourself.

In the carriage, Ying'er blushed so red that she hung her head, while the woman in green in front of her was calmly drinking the green scented tea in her hand.

The fragrance is lingering, very calming, but Yinger is restless.

"Sister Ning, why are you looking at me like that!" Sister Jing Qianning's gaze really made her feel flustered...

It seems that the little secrets in my heart are put on the table naked for people to watch.

"Ying'er, you're 20 this year, and you're a big girl!" Jing Qianning's eyes were full of smiles, holding the white jade teacup with her slender fingers.Let the faint tea smoke brush her hair.

Yinger was taken aback for a moment, a little confused.

"Yes, I am five years younger than Sister Ning, what's the matter?"

"Well, it's time to fall in love with other boys!" Jing Qianning had a faint smile on her face.

Yinger jumped up from the cushion as if her butt was on fire, and exclaimed: "Sister Ning, what nonsense are you talking about, I don't like that masked boy!"

After the words fell, there was a moment of silence in the carriage, only the curling light tea smoke disturbed the silence at this moment.

Jing Qianning frowned, and took a sip of scented tea in satisfaction.

After a while, Ying'er fell on the cushion and muttered: "This trick again, every time, sister Ning is the most cunning."

Ever since she was a child, she doesn't know how many times she has "confessed and lenient" to sister Ning like this...

Jing Qianning shook her head helplessly, it wasn't that she was cunning, but that Ying Er was pure in heart, and she was completely unguarded against her, so every time she could so easily take this little confused mind.

Perhaps it was because of her simplicity that Jing Qianning regarded her as her best sister, otherwise, as the young master of the Jing family, she could not and would not have a close friend.

"Ying'er, you can be curious about that masked son, but you can't be emotional. You are the most honorable daughter-in-law in the Baili family. You are destined to have no control over your future marriage. You know that there is no future, so don't let it start. You Although it is simple, you may not understand what I said, think about it for yourself!" Jing Qianning turned a page of the book without looking up, as if all her mind was attracted by the words in the book.

Yinger was taken aback, pursed her pink lips, her expression slowly dimmed, she didn't speak, just lying on the soft cushion, opened the curtain and looked out the window.

Why doesn't she understand, it hurts because she understands.

Jing Qianning stroked a line of words on the paper with her slender fingers, glanced at Ying Er, and sighed in her heart.

It is written like this: A person has a life, start from the starting point, and slowly draw a curve, all in the pursuit of perfection, so the angle of the line should not be messed up, nor should it be broken, stop for someone in the middle, Or deviate from the track, the final result is either to erase the trace and move on, or to stop everything, leaving only the incomplete curve.

All the pain will leave no trace on it, just a memory.

She is talking about Ying Er, but she is not talking about herself. Fortunately, there is not yet a man who is qualified to make Jing Qianning fall in love with her. Otherwise, she really wants to challenge herself whether she can get rid of the shackles of the family...

It was noon, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, and the temperature was very high. Both the mounted beast and the wildebeest were howling uncomfortably, no matter how much the cavalry scolded and whipped them, they refused to move.

Zuo Wei is refreshing, the reason is because she is an ice and fire elementalist, and now she feels a little bit about her elemental attributes, warm in winter and cool in summer, no matter what the weather is, she is like an air conditioner, turning on the heater when it is cold, Turn on the air conditioner when it's hot...

I found a place with a little shade of trees and a stream, and the whole caravan rested in place, feeding and drinking the beast riders, or cooking with a fire. It was very lively for a while.

Zuo Wei jumped off the carriage and sat down on a big rock too lazy.

Seeing those mercenaries living and cooking, unlike those cavalry, the guards had to be vigilant, and the mercenaries' attitude towards Zuo Wei and Zuo Wei was much more kind, and it was also because they accepted the mission to send the caravan, They were not directly attached to the caravan like those cavalry, so they did not have such a strong defense against Zuo Wei and the others from their standpoint.

Instead, I want to get closer...