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Because he was too shy, Da Qiao changed the subject and brought up the Chrysanthemum Terrace.

But they didn't know it, and turned to the place where they shouldn't be turned.

Wang Xiaojian was taken aback.Then he laughed.

Da Qiao actually asked what "Chrysanthemum Terrace" was?

If not, he knew that Da Qiao's heart was purer than the water of the lake, so he must be thinking wrong, thinking that Da Qiao took the opportunity to "trick" him.

Da Qiao, with a pure heart, couldn't possibly tease him.

However, Wang Xiaojian was a little distressed.

He was wondering if he wanted to tell Da Qiao that the Chrysanthemum Terrace was actually an extremely evil thing.

If you say it, Da Qiao will be surprised!

"Brother Xiaojian, what are you laughing at?"

Wang Xiaojian's weird smile made Da Qiao feel suspicious again.

I don't know what Wang Xiaojian is laughing at.

Wang Xiaojian restrained himself, holding Da Qiao's cold hand again with his evil thoughts, pulled her up from the bed, and sat beside him.

Wang Xiaojian put his hand on Da Qiao's snow-white waist, and smiled at Da Qiao: "Sister Da Qiao, I didn't laugh at anything. But Chrysanthemum Terrace is indeed a song. It sounds very good, do you want to hear it?" I'll sing it to you."

"kindness!"

Big Joe nodded.

Just now, she heard Wang Xiaojian say that if he wanted to teach Wang Zhaojun to sing "Chrysanthemum Terrace", he must be able to sing it himself, and he could sing it very well.

It's just that Wang Xiaojian's handsome face, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling, made her feel a little strange.

Da Qiao raised her red lips lightly, turned to Wang Xiaojian, and said, "Brother Xiaojian, its name is so meaningful, it must be a very good song. Then you can sing it to Qiao Wan."

"it is good!"

Wang Xiaojian nodded.

Facing the half-naked Big Joe, he cleared his throat, brewed his emotions again, and then hummed a sad and soothing song.

"Your tears are tender but wounded, and the pale crescent moon hooks the past."

"The night is so long that it condenses into frost."

"Who is cold and desperate in the attic..."

"..."

The melancholy tune flows like moonlight.

Under the moonlight, flowers bloom and fall, leaving people heartbroken.

Da Qiao listened to this song, and for a moment, he was immersed in the artistic conception of the song.

She was in a trance, such a scene——

The cool breeze blows, and the autumn moon flies over the swaying willow branches.In the blink of an eye, it's autumn again.

But the people and things back then were not there, and she was the only one sitting by the lake in the autumn night.

The sky is high and the clouds are low, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing.

Looking at the lonely moon in the water and her own reflection, she felt in a daze that he was still by her side, waiting with her for the bleak moonlight.

She lived alone in her hometown and wanted to wait for his return. She always believed that she would wait for him.

However, year after year passed.

Flowers bloom and wither.

He never came back.

He really left and never came back.

Heartbroken while waiting.

"The chrysanthemums are all over the ground, your smile has turned yellow, and the flowers are broken, and my mind is lying quietly..."

Wang Xiaojian was still humming softly.

However, Da Qiao seemed to think of something, and tears welled up in her beautiful eyes.

In her heart, grief was born.

She was so sad that she wanted to cry, but she covered her mouth to keep the tears from falling.

"The north wind blows, the night is still young, your shadow keeps cutting. I'm left alone on the lake in pairs..."

Wang Xiaojian's tune gradually came to an end.

The melancholy and sad artistic conception contained in the singing is like ripples, spreading in the room of the night.

Da Qiao's body trembled, more and more tears filled her beautiful eyes, blurring her eyes, a sense of great grief and bitterness made her unable to restrain the sadness in her heart any longer.

The crystal tears, like a flood breaking a bank, flooded in an instant, and there was a weeping cry from Tan's mouth.

"Sister Qiao, what's wrong with you?"

Da Qiao lay down on the edge of the bed, weeping in grief, tears of sorrow filled her beautiful face.

She couldn't cry, crystal tears dripped drop by drop from her fragile face, from between her fingers, and landed on the quilt.

Wang Xiaojian sat next to Da Qiao. Da Qiao's snow-white back and buttocks wrapped in obscene pants were very eye-catching.Because of his sitting posture, from this angle, he could also see the white snow under Da Qiao's bellyband.

However, Wang Xiaojian was dumbfounded.

He was originally proud of Da Qiao's sad appearance, and felt that his singing skills had improved, which easily impressed Da Qiao.

However, the current situation is completely wrong.

No matter how nice a song is, she won't cry like this unless it touches her heart.

Da Qiao's eyes were red with tears streaming down his face, and he said to Wang Xiaojian, "I'm sorry, Brother Xiaojian. I'm sorry. Da Qiao didn't mean it, but Da Qiao thought of it..."

Wang Xiaojian asked, "Sister Da Qiao, what did you think of?"