Becoming a Senior Sister Lingshan

Chapter 851

Youyou has been separated from life and death for many years, and the soul has never come to dream.

The candle flickered, and the shadows were blurred, everything was dim, everything was falling, everything was crooked.

The figure was fading away, it was Liu Fufeng's shadow.

am I wrong?

As tough as she was, she also began to waver.

Shaking is only for a moment.

Heart is like a rock.

From one angle, she was wrong too much, but from another position, she never missed it.

never.

Liu Fufeng wanted to say something to Lu Ling, but he couldn't speak.

Some of the burden on her shoulders should have been on Lu Ling, or in other words, should have been on Xuenv.

It doesn't make sense to say it, and I didn't think about it.

She wiped away the tears, and the scars on her hands were back to normal, without any scars.

Liu Fufeng looked at Lu Ling's three thousand worries, and said, "What about the words?"

She doesn't know words well.

Lu Ling seemed to have expected it, and said, "Ci..."

"Wait, turn around." Liu Fufeng said.

Lu Ling's face, her heart ached even if she didn't look at it for a second.

"No."

Unexpectedly, Lu Ling refused, she said: "Listen to me."

Liu Fufeng couldn't ask for it, but was speechless.

Lu Ling turned her back and said: "Is the word lyrical? It doesn't count, Mingzhi? Probably, I don't understand either."

She doesn't understand, Liu Fufeng understands.

Ambition is love, this is what Liu Fufeng has confirmed.

Liu Fufeng said: "Speak, I'll listen."

"it is good."

Liu Fufeng asked: "By the way, don't you need to write this time?"

When Lu Ling heard this, her face was slightly bitter: "Wrist hurts."

Just now it has performed supernormally.

Liu Fufeng couldn't hold back, he sneered and said, "Okay, okay, then we won't write."

To be able to laugh, she worked very hard.

Quietly put away the piece of rice paper on the table, and this time, he didn't dare to touch it.

Lu Ling said: "Actually, this poem was the first I mastered. The one I wanted to show to you, Junior Sister, was also prepared on the Shangyuan Festival. I originally wanted to listen to it to you, Junior Sister, on the next Shangyuan Festival..."

Listening to the words and speaking halfway, it stopped abruptly.

The junior sister must have lost hearing.

Liu Fufeng said lightly: "With you, every day is the Lantern Festival."

"Okay." Lu Ling smiled, this was the most beautiful love story she had ever heard.

Outside the house, there are eggs under the covered nest, because snow is always gentle, and there will always be a glimmer of life.

Lu Ling paused for a moment, then said: "The word is... Qinglianchi Shangke·Yuanxi."

Liu Fufeng nodded, and said: "Qinglianchi Shangke has 68 characters in Shuangdiao, with six sentences in the front and back paragraphs and four square rhymes. There is also a saying of Qingyu Case and Spring of the Year, and Yuanxi is both Lantern Festival and Shangyuan."

Lu Ling was slightly dissatisfied, and turned her back and said, "Didn't you say that you don't understand words?"

Liu Fufeng smiled lightly, and said: "I also understand a little bit."

Thanks for understanding some.

It's a little easier.

One year's spring and Shangyuan should be easy words.

Liu Fufeng listened to Lu Ling's words.

The girl's voice was hoarse and gentle, and she said eloquently: "The east wind puts flowers and thousands of trees at night, and blows them down, and the stars are like rain..."

Liu Fufeng sank in.

Fireworks are all over the sky, fire trees and silver flowers, just like the carnival of the Shangyuan Festival, the Shangyuan Festival in Picheng is also very lively. The fireworks first soared to the sky, and then fell from the sky, like a meteor shower.

"The scent of BMW carving cars is all over the road. The sound of the phoenix flute, the light of the jade pot, and the dance of fish and dragons all night." Lu Ling paused for a while as she spoke.

The fairyland on earth of chariots and horses, drum music, lanterns and moonlight, and folk artists singing and dancing.

Liu Fufeng didn't notice anything unusual.

It's hard for her to imagine such a beautiful scene. It's just that she learned such a short lesson, how could Lu Ling have such rhetoric.

She doesn't want to either.

Lu Ling should be the best.

Lu Ling continued: "Moth snow willow golden strands. The laughter is full of fragrance."

Liu Fufeng smiled.

She looked at the girl in front of her, this sentence was the best portrayal of Lu Ling, and it was also the state of Lu Ling she most wanted to see.

Lu Ling's knuckles turned white.

whole word.

There are two meanings.

What she hoped her junior sister would understand was the first type, after all, junior sister couldn't speak words.

Because of the pun she meant to make, she's already unworthy.

Lu Ling said: "I looked for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly I looked back, but the man was in a place where the lights... were dimmed."

Turn your head.

Liu Fufeng was under the firelight reflected by the residual candle.

Lu Ling smiled and said, "I found you."

That smile is like the most beautiful flower blooming in the abyss.

But the flowers are beautiful, but also in the abyss.

Liu Fufeng also smiled, and said: "Senior sister, you are waiting for me here."

"Yeah." Lu Ling lay on the table, resting her arms on her pillow, shaking her head.

Next, Liu Fufeng naturally expressed his infinite love for Lu Ling's words, and his mood improved, and he chatted with Lu Ling a lot, in front of the flickering candle that might be cut off at any time.

Seeing that her junior sister was fine, Lu Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know if Liu Fufeng understood it or not.

pity.

Do not know the words, does not mean stupid.

She knows everything.

Of course, if you don't know the words, you don't know what the words of Lu Ling mean. That is the insight of a learned man, not something a little girl can say.

I understand the meaning, but I don't understand the boundary.

Liu Fufeng thinks that Lu Ling may want to say that no matter how beautiful the outside light is, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, as long as she is in a place, even if the lights are dim and miserable, she will find her.

There is one more.

Self-admiration.

Like the guy standing outside the buzz.

Lu Ling is Liu Fufeng, the person under the light.

But Liu Fufeng's eyes were full of uneasiness in Liu Fufeng's eyes, which should have been aloof.

disturbed.

You shouldn't be upset.

The environment around Lu Ling... only Lingshan.

She is uneasy about Lingshan.

What does she know.

Liu Fufeng frowned.

On the other side, Lu Ling put away her brush, ink, inkstone, and restless heart.

Liu Fufeng was wrong.

It wasn't the circumstances that disturbed her.

Lu Ling thinks that under the dim light, it should be a person who is spotless even in a dark environment, not her, who is already so dirty that I don't know if it is a person.

The person with dim lights on the Lantern Festival should be the junior sister.

Lu Ling thought so.

Just like at this moment, from Lu Ling's perspective, there is always and only Liu Fufeng's shadow under the dim lights.

From the very beginning, when she chose to sit in this position, the lights only reflected on Liu Fufeng's body.

Lu Ling lowered her eyes, her beauty mole slightly sinking.

What she is going to do next is no longer worthy of the mood of dim lights, but only the worrisome swing.

Those pure years are long gone.

Liu Fufeng didn't understand.

Of course I don't understand.

She would never think of what Lu Ling was going to do, this was the biggest variable.

Liu Fufeng praised Lu Ling, and then asked, "Senior Sister, how is your piano skill?"

Lu Ling took off the earrings and said, "It should be okay to introduce Shangqin, do you want to listen?"

"listen."

Of course Liu Fufeng listened.

……

The spring water ding-dong.

Everything in Nine Peaks is changing, time goes by.

The music is clear and graceful, the person is bright and beautiful, the clothes are spacious, and the sound of the golden guqin flows smoothly.

There is a gentle tone in my ears, and the girl I like in my eyes, and I can touch it with my hand.

This is the happiness here.

Lu Ling has really improved a lot.

Liu Fufeng thought.

Suddenly startled.

Yes.

It also shows that a long time has passed.

She couldn't look away anymore.

The time we spend together will only get shorter and shorter.

Don't go here for years.

　There must be no time to carve out the details for 8000 in one breath, please forgive me.

　　By the way, there is another thing that has been set long ago. The first day of October is Luohanyi (Hanyi Festival), the seventh day of July is July [-]th, and the Shangyuan Festival is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the reunion festival.

　　And, my head is going to split, this style of writing is much more tiring than before, good night everyone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)