“Ge’er, don’t you want to go out? This is a chance for you.” Li Congjia left this sentence lightly, then turned around and left.
Watching Li Congjia disappear from his sight in a daze, Chu Yange turned his head and looked at Le Yue with tears in his eyes.
If she had known that she would not have gone out to play, maybe Li Congjia would have forgotten about writing lyrics. Now, she not only wants to write lyrics, but also made Li Congjia unhappy.
“Miss, why don’t we go out?” Le Yue suggested in a low voice.
Chu Yange shook his head with a wry smile, and said bitterly: “It’s impossible. Even if Le Yue can’t go out, I have to fill in the word today.”
Seeing Chu Yange’s expression becoming ugly, Le Yue pursed her lips, as if she didn’t know what to say.
After that, until lunch, Chu Yange held the lyrics written by Li Congjia, which were only half a quintessential, and stayed in the study stupidly.
Occasionally, Le Yue was so pitiful when she saw Chu Yange that she would come in and talk to Chu Yange.
When lunch was almost over, Chu Yange stared at the piece of rice paper, tears almost came out, and there were only half of the lyrics written by Li Congjia on it.
I dream far away, and the south is in full bloom. The orchestral river surface on the boat was covered with flying catkins and rolls of dust all over the city. Hurry to kill the flower-seeing person!
Words are good words, but why can’t she understand them? Chu Yange tilted his head, and his eyelids kept pulling down while bored.
I feel so sleepy that I really want to sleep. Chu Yange’s eyelids kept pulling down. He was about to close his eyes, and the door of the study was suddenly pushed open from outside.
Chu Yange’s sleepiness suddenly disappeared without a trace. She sat upright at the person walking in from outside the door and whispered, “Brother Congjia.”
Li Congjia looked at Chu Yange with pain on his face, and felt a little distressed, so when he approached Chu Yange, he did not forget to ask softly, “Are you tired?”
Chu Yange shook her head against her will, how could she not be tired?
Looking at Chu Yange shaking his head reluctantly, a smile flashed through Li Congjia’s eyes, and then said, “You don’t have to lie to me. I know you must hate me very much when you look at your face.”
Over time, Li Congjia no longer called himself the king of Chu Yange, and seemed to be used to it.
Chu Yange didn’t care about Li Congjia’s claim, but when he heard Li Congjia say hatred, Chu Yange waved his hand quickly, stood up suddenly, looked at Li Congjia sincerely and said, “If you don’t hate him, Ge’er won’t hate Brother Congjia!”
“Really?” Li Congjia’s eyes were filled with a smile.
Chu Yange nodded heavily.
“Has it been written?” Li Congjia suddenly changed the subject.
Chu Yange’s attention was smoothly transferred toOn the song “Spring” and looking at the black words jumping on the rice paper, Chu Yange felt that he had an unbearable headache.
“Is it so difficult?” Li Congjia looked at Chu Yange with a smile and made fun of him.
Chu Yange looked at Li Congjia sadly, then pursed his lips and said, “I’m not so talented at all, how can I write this poem?”
Hearing this, Li Congjia couldn’t help but laugh, picked up a brush from the side, dipped it in black ink, and wrote the second half of the verse on the rice paper.
Chu Yange looked at Li Congjia’s movements and looked over his head. He happened to see Li Congjia writing: I dreamed far away, and the south is in the clear autumn. The mountains and rivers are far away, the lonely boat is dormant in the depths of the reed flowers, and the flute is in the moonlight tower.
“Nanguozheng