Prince Allure: Marry a Black-bellied Little Xianggong

Chapter 568 [Shallow Shame] I just want to sing
Dancing among the flowers is definitely the most beautiful scenery.

"No!" Wanting her to dance for him, don't even think about it, but she really doesn't seem to know how to dance, waltz?It seems that no one can jump.

"Oh, Qianqian, you are really not a versatile person." He sighed in disappointment.

"Hmph, just provoke me, if you don't want to dance, dance!"

"So you know how, how about I play the flute and you dance with me, just treat us as a pair of bosom friends today, and don't think about other things?"

Leng Canyue suddenly proposed with a smile.

Qian Xia felt that she was not disgusted with his proposal at all, it was quite interesting to meet friends and bosom friends.

At this moment, she really wanted to throw away all the conspiracy she suspected in her heart.

After thinking about it, she still shook her head, "No, I want to sing!"

"Then sing, as long as you are happy."

As long as you are happy, as long as you are happy, but in the world, there are not only happy things.

People without afflictions are probably not human anymore. Even gods have afflictions, right?

She was silent for a while, looked into the depths of the sea of ​​flowers, and thought of a song in her mind.

She didn't sing for anyone, she just wanted to sing for herself, she just wanted to sing.

"Cold air, but clear, you are in the ice and snow of Antarctica
The snow-white skin in the aurora is sorrow and beauty
In order to meet you, I practice breathing repeatedly

Lambert merciful glacier, lead me to you

The bitter cold of minus 91 degrees, the roar of the world of mortals shouting for thousands of years
Hiding on the shores of Vostok's lake, sighing silently
The Sahara is full of crazy sand, who can answer the pyramid

Who will fight against the terracotta warriors and horses? We will meet at the Great Wall thousands of miles away

The joys and sorrows in the world are written in my heart page by page
A white lover with tears in his eyes, but with gray annual rings

............"

After the song fell, there was a long silence in the empty sea of ​​flowers. She was infected by the song and didn't want to speak, while he was a little shocked.

Only the breeze blew and swayed the flowers, showing that all of this is not just a painting.

Most of the words in her song are incomprehensible to him, but the sadness is true.

After a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "Singing, not bad."

(End of this chapter)