Da Song Private Investigator

Autumn is getting deeper, and the wind blows the coolness even more.

If there is nothing to do, at night, Hwarang prefers to lie under the quilt instead of under the moon in front of the window. Although there are still a few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moonlight is not as clear as it should be.

Chang'an City is quiet, but it doesn't lack that kind of excitement. It seems that everyone has their own way of life. No matter it's lively, quiet or lonely, as long as you feel happy, you don't have to envy the lives of others.

At this time, Hwarang likes tranquility.

When the night comes, lie on the bed and listen to the wind outside, the leaves rustle, it sounds like music to your ears.

That night, Hwarang was lying on the bed again listening to the wind outside. Wen Meng hugged Hwarang and fell asleep peacefully. The coming call made people's heart sink suddenly, and then they couldn't bring it up again.

The singing didn't last for a long time, it disappeared very quickly, and even disappeared without hearing what the singer sang clearly, but although the singing disappeared, the deepness was forever imprinted in my heart.

Hwarang suddenly felt a sense of dullness, which made it difficult for him to fall asleep for a long time, and just when he wanted to get up and walk, there was a loud wind outside, and then a lightning bolt flew down in the night sky, after the lightning passed, heavy rain came .

The autumn rain was slightly cool, and it slapped in the courtyard outside, on the window lattice, and on the roof. Hwarang lay on the bed and couldn't get up. He slowly closed his eyes and listened to the rain around him. The rain was beautiful. , as if alive, but when Hwarang was listening like this, the low singing voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

Tonight, I'm afraid it will be difficult to fall asleep again.

Hwarang turned his head and took a look at Wen Meng, only to see that Wen Meng was sleeping soundly at this time, she didn't seem to know it was raining at all, so naturally she didn't know that not long ago, there was a singer singing in a low voice on the street.

Hwarang didn't know when he fell asleep, but he knew that when he woke up, Wen Meng had already woken up. Hwarang opened his eyes, and a ray of sunlight shone down. He got up and pushed the bed to look outside. The ground outside was already dry. If the ground was not covered with fallen leaves, no one would believe that there was a heavy rain last night.

While eating breakfast, Hwarang couldn't help but glanced at everyone, he wanted to know if everyone heard any singing last night, but after seeing everyone's faces, he finally couldn't speak, because for some reason, he suddenly couldn't Know how to speak.

There is nothing to see in the autumn colors, there are scattered everywhere, and the wind is a bit cooler. The ancient city of Chang'an City looks a bit depressed under the autumn wind, but everyone knows that the city is lively. There are tens of millions of people here. population.

Throughout the day, Hwarang was struggling with the singing last night, Wen Meng and Hwarang had been together for a long time, so she quickly discovered Hwarang's abnormality, so she asked, "You...what's the matter? "

Hwarang shrugged, hesitated to speak, Wen dreamed of this, and said angrily, "What's wrong with you!"

Wen Meng's appearance is very beautiful, so Hwarang didn't know how to refuse or perfunctory for a while, and finally he had to tell the story of what he heard the singing last night. After he finished speaking, Wen Meng suddenly couldn't help laughing, Said: "Just because of this, you are absent-minded all day?"

Hwarang shrugged his shoulders: "This is not a small matter. Who would sing in the street at such a late hour, and the singing is so low, as if there is a lot of unspeakable pain in his heart."

Wen Meng is not a person with a hard heart. Hearing what Hua Lang said, she was also a little moved, and said: "In this case, let's find that singer. Although there are many people in Chang'an City, there should be no one who sings at night." It's hard to find."

It shouldn't be hard to find, but Hwarang hesitated a little. This matter is too small, so small that people can ignore it. For such a small matter, he really couldn't bear to beg Li Jingan. Li Jing'an should do it.

In the end, they hesitated, they didn't take this matter to heart, and after telling this matter, Hwarang also let go.

I thought it was over like this, but the next night, when Hwarang was about to fall asleep, he heard the somewhat low singing voice again. The second time Hwarang listened to it, he had some impressions, so this time Hwarang actually heard a few lines of the lyrics.

The lyrics are not very complicated, and with the deep voice, it sounds even more weird, because the lyrics are like this: the moon and moonlight shine through the door of the room, the letter is attacked by the new tent, and the new door is to be trapped in the bed.

This is the lyrics that Hwarang heard. Although Hwarang doesn't know much about the song, he can tell that this song is not composed of ancient poet's poems, but more like a lullaby.

The lullaby should be sung softly and sweetly, but the singing voice in the night is too deep, obviously not suitable for a lullaby. The voice is more like a woman who has suffered so much is singing about her rough life.

What kind of thing happened to her that she would sing that lullaby with such a low voice on such a night to lull the child to sleep?

Hwarang was in a trance, he didn't wake up until the singing faded away, and when he woke up, he looked down at Wen Meng, at this time Wen Meng was sleeping soundly, but for some reason, her eyes shed a line of clarity. Tears, could it be that the singing is so shocking in sleep?

Hwarang slowly closed his eyes, the moon and moonlight shining into the door of the room, the lyrics of the letter being hacked into the new tent, and the lyrics about being trapped in the new door's bed lingered in his mind from time to time, he sighed softly , Thinking about tomorrow no matter what, I want to meet Li Jingan and ask him to send someone to investigate why there is a woman singing at night, and besides, why does the woman sing?

If Hwarang thought it was a trivial matter when he heard the singing last night, then after hearing the singing tonight, Hwarang no longer thinks so. He thinks that the singer must have encountered something, which is why he is like this.

What happened to her?When Hwarang closed his eyes, it seemed as if all the unhappy things of time came to his heart, and the corners of his eyes did not know when, but he couldn't help crying.

The wind began to whisper outside the window, and Hwarang slowly fell asleep. The singer in the dream was faintly visible in the mist. Hwarang rushed forward and broke through the mist, but found that the mist was still just mist , there is no singer, but even though there is no singer, the singing voice is still low-pitched. Hwarang keeps chasing after him, but it is like a butterfly fluttering at the shadow, to no avail.

At some point, Hwarang woke up from the dream, the surrounding was silent, even Wen Mengna's slight breathing could be heard.