Dreaming back to the Qing Dynasty: Die Luo Chuchen

Chapter 83 Love Song
"Okay, what song do you want to hear?" I replied casually, he nodded after thinking about it, and after a while, he began to sing softly.He looked at me, and his low voice sang melodiously and full of affection. Gradually, my whole mind was caught in it. I don't know if I was moved by his beautiful singing voice, or was overwhelmed by those bright and affectionate eyes. up.He naturally put his arms around my shoulders, forehead to forehead, and sang quietly for me alone.

I couldn't help but think of the scene when we first met, the childish boy who stood outside the courtyard and jokingly asked if you were Mulan, the courageous boy who loudly announced at the party of the two families that I would marry Mulan as his wife, and The affectionate boy who fell into my arms and said you were mine when we were heading north in the ice and snow... Counting every time we meet, it seems that he is growing up and becoming mature day by day.

He took my hand and put it on his lips, rubbing it lightly. After singing for a while, he stopped and turned to me and asked, "Does it sound good?"

"Good to hear." I nodded heavily.He suddenly smiled, kissed my forehead lightly, and then sang again.It was getting dark, and the boats moored on the lake lit up their lanterns one after another, making the whole lake red. When the red cages on the trees on the bank also lit up, firecrackers started to be fired on the other side of the bank, and fireworks bombs were fired. In the sky, there are countless beautiful arcs of light in the air, and the whole world is shrouded in a radiance for a while. With the sound of firecrackers, the lively temple fair has a more festive atmosphere.People in the boat gathered around the boat to watch the beautiful scenery, beaming with joy, laughing and laughing, what a real picture scroll of Taiping Shengcheng.

Ting Lu's beautiful singing still echoed in my ears. He sang it over and over again. I leaned my head on his shoulder, closed my eyes and listened quietly, enjoying the peace that belonged to us to the fullest.

"You sing really well!" When he stopped, I admired him.

"This is an old Mongolian song called Beautiful Girl. As long as you like it." He grinned and hugged me vigorously, and we looked at the opposite lake side by side.

"Do you speak Mongolian?"

"Yes, my errand is to accompany my elder brothers to study, both Mongolian and Chinese must be learned. Mr. Dahata, who teaches Mongolian, and a bachelor of Tang, who teaches Chinese, are very strict. If you can't memorize their homework, you will have to suffer. Scolding and reprimanding. I have to wait for the teacher to come in the study room early every day. After studying for a whole day, I am more tired than practicing Buku with my brothers. It would be great if I lived like this every day... I will definitely I'm so happy to die..." He whispered with nostalgia, buried his head in my hair and sniffed vigorously, and finally planted a kiss on my forehead.

"I like the feeling of watching fireworks with you, so that you won't be angry even if you do something presumptuous, right?" He asked in a hoarse voice, with something suffocating in his passionate eyes.His gaze moved down to rest on my lips.The eyes became deeper and deeper, and my heart suddenly jumped wildly in panic.Seeing his head gradually leaning over, I swallowed hard and stepped back subconsciously, reaching out to cover his lips, he held my hand and kissed and bit gently on his lips, which made my heart palpitate . "I wish these hands were mine forever, wouldn't I?"

It was as if I had been enchanted by him, my eyes stared at him for a moment and I couldn't move for a moment, my heart was beating non-stop.

(End of this chapter)