Watching the beauty walk away, Li Zheng was stunned at first, and then heard the faint ridicule from his companions. He couldn't help but speed up and walked towards Chang Yu and the other two.

He shouted as he walked, "Miss, may I ask Fang Ming? Xiaosheng is really good." Before he finished speaking, Li Ji suddenly turned around and said coldly, "What kind of young man is the old man? The self-righteous stinky man, stay away from this lady!"

She was carrying martial arts and showed her murderous aura when she spoke. Li Zheng was so scared that she took a few steps back and stood there with a pale face. She had not come back to her senses for a long time.

Although the beauty is tempting, the real gangster is still a bit scary. Therefore, the rich young man immediately retreated to his companion and no longer looked at him.

Time flies, and soon, night comes, and a few stars in the sky are hanging, flashing and telling the eternal mystery.

Yang Lan and others were still sitting outside the boat, and some of them had already entered the cabin to rest. This way, Yang Lan felt very comfortable when she looked at the water and the sky at night. She hugged Chang Yu's arm and sat happily at the stern of the boat counting the stars.

Li Ji sat next to them, quietly looking at the two of them snuggling each other, neither leaving nor talking. The lonely and persistent expression made people like Chang Yu feel a little embarrassed.

There were several times when he spoke and asked her to leave. But she always looked at him with such a persistence and affectionateness, which made people like Chang Yu a little helpless.

Yang Lan didn't care about these things. Her idea was very simple. She hugged Chang Yu and hugged her. It was fun to be with him, and she followed her. Everything was so natural.

That night, a few lights floated across the lake from time to time. Yang Lan turned to the boss of the boat and asked crisply: "Old boatman, is that a night boat also?"

The boat she called was an old man in his fifties. His long-term career in the lake made people look old. When he heard Yang Lan’s question, he smiled so hard that his wrinkles narrowed down: “Yes, this lake is wide and connected to several important roads. So boats have passed by for many years. Sometimes when it’s lively, the lights don’t stop overnight. There is a place that is fifty meters long, and it’s lively.”

Yang Lan heard it interestingly, blinked her big eyes a few times, and asked happily: "Old Boat, is it fun to fuck the boat? Are there any robbers here?"

As soon as she heard her mention the robber, the old man in the boat immediately shouted "Amitabha, children's words are not good, children's words are not good!" Then he hurriedly made a strange gesture. Then he said hurriedly: "Girl, this is not good, you can't say it anymore." His voice was vaguely blamed.

Although he didn't understand why he was so nervous, Yang Lan still stuck out her tongue and really stopped saying anything.

Putting his head on Chang Yu's shoulder, Yang Lan turned her head and grimaced at him, and quietly said in his ear: "Chang Yu, this old man in the boat is so timid, hehe, he must have been scared."

Chang Yu looked at her quiet little face and her big flashing eyes with the starlight. Her heart was filled with an indescribable joy. He turned his face over and picked up her little hand and placed it on his face.

Yang Lan was stunned and looked at him pressing his face against his hands. Although his eyes did not look at him, the face looking at the lake was full of joy. Suddenly, a sense of joy surged in her heart. For some reason, this joy was a sense of panic.

Feeling Yang Lan's gaze, he turned his head and gently printed a kiss on Yang Lan's forehead. After the kiss, his handsome face turned red. As Yang Lan's excited gaze, Chang Yu whispered with a smile: "Yang Lan?"

Yang Lan said "um" and looked at him with her big eyes. After waiting for a while, he called out again: "Yang Lan?"

Yang Lan nodded again, until Chang Yu called her twice: "Yanglan, Yanglan!" She realized that he was just calling herself to play.

Feeling the joy and love in his screams, Yang Lan's heart was suddenly full. Although she was still confused and uncomfortable, the full feeling prevailed after all.

Blowing the lake breeze, Yanglan sang softly with her mouth open:

The reeds are green and the white dew turns into frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water.

I followed it with a whirlwind, but the road was long and long. I followed it with a whirlwind, and it seemed to be in the middle of the water.

The reeds are desolate, and the white dew has not yet dried. The so-called beauty is in the water.

I followed it whirlly, and the road was stagnant and steep. I followed it whirlly, and it seemed like I was in the water.

The reeds are nurturing, but the white dew is not over. The so-called beauty is in the water.

I followed it with a whirlwind, but the road was blocked and the right. I followed it with a whirlwind, and it seemed like I was in the water.

The crisp and soft singing gently screamed out a kind of hazy and obsessed affection. The sound kept floating out in the night wind, slowly flowing to the hearts along the wind and water.

She sang vigorously and sang a bit of lingering and joyfulness to this sad poem. Even so, the people who were originally hiding in the cabin were still attracted by the singing and all came out. Even the woman wearing a straw hat and the rich young men walked outside one by one.

Yang Lan's singing is different from the singing of this world. Her voice has an ethereal and seems to be suitable for a certain natural rhythmic beauty. And when she is moved, she will naturally add to the sound and confusion. Several reasons are combined together, and the poem that comes from her mouth is no less than the Shengyin that gives birth to a child.

Everyone was fascinated, staring at the two people sitting leaning against each other, and their minds had already floated to the sky with the light singing.

Yang Lan sang happily, and Chang Yu turned her head to look at her side face, listening intoxicatedly. There was a complete unforgettable feeling and obsession in his eyes.

He never liked poetry, but at this moment, listening to this famous song in the Book of Songs, he was deeply moved. He felt that it touched the deepest string in his heart, and he felt that his heart had been cut open by the song, exposed in the wind, naked in confusion and love.

A rich young man like a scholar standing at the bow of the boat looked at the couple and listened to the sweet singing. He couldn't help but murmur: "It's not so auspicious on such a beautiful night, and there are lovers together again. How can he sing such a song? It seems not very auspicious."

No one cared about his self-talk. Yang Lan and everyone were deeply intoxicated by the song, in the misty sadness and obsession of the song.

Li Ji listened blankly, glanced at Chang Yu from time to time, and thought to herself: Chang Yu, I treat you, and the reeds are desolate, and the white dew has not dried. Follow it on the whirlwind, and the road is stagnant and steadily!

As she thought about it, she came to her worries and couldn't help but sing softly to Yang Lan's singing:

The reeds are nurturing, but the white dew is not over. The so-called beauty is in the water.

I followed it with a whirlwind, but the road was blocked and the right. I followed it with a whirlwind, and it seemed like I was in the water.
Chapter completed!