Chen Ling and the others ate roasted lamb and drank happily. Soon, a jar of wine was completely drunk by the two of them.

Zhao Kuo seemed a little drunk and said to Chen Ling: "Brother Chen, it's really good, good alcohol tolerance," he fell asleep after saying that, and soon, a snoring sounded.

After looking at Zhao Kuo, Chen Ling chuckled and said, "The alcohol tolerance is still too poor, you need to practice." In fact, the amount of this jar of wine is only four or five bottles of white wine in the world before traveling through time. Chen Ling used to be the best one among many friends, and no one could have drunk him.

After he discovered that his alcohol content had not only not decreased, but also increased a lot. This made him feel strange. He thought in his heart that it might be his true martial soul that had played a role, the three qi cycles, "Is it also helpful to relieve alcohol? If that's the case, it would be fine if he even had a few more jars of wine."

Chen Ling just thought this in his heart, but in fact he was still a little drunk. Being able to drink Zhao Kuo down proved that he had drunk a lot. Looking at the starry sky and looking at the galaxy, it seemed like he was a star in the galaxy, so at least he was not alone.

At some point, a cool breeze blew, and the breeze blew, rustling with his clothes. The drunkenness just now was instantly replaced by a cool feeling, and I felt a little more comfortable in my heart.

Chen Ling still looked at the galaxy, as if the twinkling stars were touching him. In the vast universe, the former Chen Ling seemed to be there, still in that small rental house, working overtime, chatting about his heaven, watching his novels chasing, and all this was done by listening to his own songs.

The feeling of the past instantly made Chen Ling cry his eyes wet. Tears were rolling in his eyes, but they never fell. He didn't expect that when he faced himself, his mood was so fragile, but tears could never fall. It was not stubbornness, but a kind of tenacity in his heart that was supported.

Chen Ling took a deep breath. It was only now that he realized that he had been in this world for more than a month. In more than a month, he had gone from a slave to the present, step by step. Although there were difficulties and ups and downs, everything was developing in the direction he thought in his heart.

Another cool breeze blew, Chen Ling stood up, and took advantage of the cool breeze and the wine, he unconsciously said: "The galaxy is still in his clothes yesterday. Looking at the sky from afar, I still have to return home. It is still tough, no matter how winds are east, west, south and north."

After reading it, he sighed in his heart: "It seems that the knowledge of the past has not been learned in vain." This poem was just Chen Ling took advantage of the artistic conception and the excitement of drinking, but only made a slight change, which mainly reflects his mood at the moment.

When this poem popped out of Chen Ling's mouth, Qingni on the side looked surprised. At this moment, she didn't believe in the brother in front of her and had such talent. She followed softly: "The Galaxy is still in yesterday's clothes, looking at the sky from afar and worshiping again...."

Although she did not understand poetry, she could feel the weight of these sentences on a young man. It was a tortuous and bumpy road of adversity, but it seemed to have a return of yearning and nostalgia. The smile faded from the corner of the green mud face again, and she looked at the young man with a more admiring expression.

Then poetic, Chen Ling accidentally picked up a fallen leaf in his hand, put the leaf in the corner of his mouth, looked at the stars in the sky, and blew a touch of melodiousness.

The rhythms are together, and the long sounds float gently, circling across the entire earth and going deep into the distance, making this vast land more soft and calm in the beauty. The melody of the songs and melodies hide a hint of excitement, making people feel deeply happy, as if this night scene is even more energetic in his tunes, making people intoxicated, but also far-reaching.

Chen Ling blew it carefully, and he could vaguely feel the eagle flying, and there was a vast world in his heart. This song was the song "Pure Song of Heaven and Earth" he created before traveling through time. Whenever he felt physically and mentally exhausted, he would listen to it.

But now he has no chance to go back and listen again, and can only think about it with the memory in his mind. However, what he didn't expect was that he would have rekindled this pure song with a leaf under such circumstances.

When Qingni, who was sitting in front of the car, she suddenly fell into dullness when she heard this melodious song, her eyes turned from admiration to obsession. It was not only this person who was obsessed with, but also this song. She unconsciously walked out of the carriage, looked at the boy, and listened to the song, as if she had forgotten herself.

In the carriage, the woman in gray with her eyes slightly closed, felt a trembling heart when she heard the song. Then she slowly opened her eyes, with a look of surprise, she lifted the curtain and looked out, and then the stars in the sky and the light of the bonfire, she could vaguely see the back of the boy, and she felt even more certain about what she was.

The sound of this song was extremely familiar, as if it evoked her memories of many years, and she remembered the two people in her heart. At this moment, tears couldn't help but flow, flowing across her cheeks and rolling down her clothes.

The woman in gray put down the curtain of the car and wiped her tears, trying to calm herself down, but the inexplicable and complicated look on her face could not retreat for a long time. Then she sighed lightly and said, "Is it really God's will?"

She couldn't believe that Chen Ling was so similar to those two people in terms of music. She had such talent at such an age, and even felt that she was surpassing those two people. She sighed in her heart again: "It's not their child."

Then she took out a package from her sleeve and unfolded it, took a brocade box in her hand, looked at the brocade box, she paused, and took out a bamboo flute from it and pinched it in her hand, which showed that the woman in gray loved this thing very much.

Finally, she turned her eyes to the end of the bamboo flute. The word "Ying" engraved at the end made her very excited and said in her heart: "Saint Lord, don't worry, Yi'er has grown up. Even if I sacrifice myself, I must protect him and never let him suffer any harm. It's just that, I am afraid of what I promised you at the beginning. I don't understand whether it is a big promise or a great will, but all this seems to have been destined. Please forgive me. I will not repay you for your great kindness in the next life."

The woman in gray breathed lightly, suppressing her excitement, then put the bamboo flute in the brocade box, wrapped it in a wrap again, and hid it in her sleeve. After doing all this, she closed her eyes again and entered the breathing regulating. The carriage fell into silence again, as if nothing had happened...

Somewhere in the night, a black shadow flashed out. She took a quick step and took a few steps in one direction. Since the poem started, she was curious. However, when the song sounded again, it shocked her and was deeply attracted.

This figure is a girl of seventeen or eighteen clothes, dressed in black, and it is really difficult to recognize in the night.

When she saw a bonfire burning in the distance, she stopped and looked away from afar. She wanted to know who the song was from. But in order not to reveal her identity, she had to stop and continue to watch, and silently recite in her heart: "The galaxy is still in yesterday's clothes. Looking at the sky from afar, she is still tough, and she can be breezes from the east, south and north."

Finally, he exclaimed: "I didn't expect that in this deserted and crowded place, I could meet such a strange person who could write poetry and be proficient in music. That would be rare, let alone the musical talent is so high." A hint of praise appeared in the eyes of the girl in black. When she was about to move forward, she was stopped by a voice: "Girls, why should we leave?"

The person who spoke was an old man, his voice was low and hoarse. In the night, he could not see his figure clearly. He only felt a black shadow there, which was the kind of existence that could not see anyone when he heard the sound.

As soon as he heard that we should leave, the girl in black was stunned, looked at the direction of the bonfire, and finally turned around and left with the black shadow. She said, "I hope I can hear this song again and I want to know you even more."

After Shen Ling finished playing, he took a deep breath again, put away the leaves, opened his arms, looked at the stars, and after a moment, he covered his face with his hands and shouted loudly towards the vast earth: "Try hard, struggle," a long echo continued with these four words. It was not until the end that Shen Ling turned around.

But when he turned around, Qingni had already stood beside him, looking at him quietly, with a hint of admiration in his expression, and he was stunned.

Seeing this, Shen Ling was speechless, stepped forward and tapped her forehead, saying, "You're stupid, girl."

After being reminded by him, Qingni realized it. But after he hesitating for a while, she shouted in obsession: "Brother, it's great to have you," and then ran towards the carriage with a hint of shyness.

Facing Qingni's words "It's great to have you", Shen Ling replied in his heart: "Brother is the same, it's great to have you," but when he turned around, he saw Zhao Kuoshi lying on the ground, the snoring continued, as if he was his own shouting, and had no effect on him at all.

Shen Ling was speechless, shook his head, then lay on the ground and closed his eyes.

A woman in black in the distance followed the shadows all the way north, and was extremely fast in the night. However, when the faint saying "work hard, struggle" came, she stopped and looked back at the direction of the bonfire.

When he found that the woman stopped, the black shadow said in a deep voice: "It's the voice of a man, and it's a boy, and his age should be the same as that of a girl." Finally, he sighed: "Let's go, girl, if you are destined to be, you will naturally meet you." After saying that, the black shadow flashed and could no longer see the figure.

The girl in black was stunned for a moment, and finally said to herself, "If you are destined to be together, you will meet again," then turned around and followed closely.
Chapter completed!