"They're gone."

Ning Qing sat on the swing and whispered.

The swing was shaking. Every time she shook, her toes almost touched Monet in front of her, but every time she was only a little bit away.

Chen Shu did not use spiritual power to push the swing, but kept swaying his calves up and down, using this simple method to shake the swing. He felt that this would be more leisurely than using spiritual power to push.

Hearing Ning Qing's words, he turned his head:

"What's wrong?"

“When will I sing to me?”

"emmm..." Chen Shu stopped swaying his legs, and he thought for a moment before saying, "Singing is a gift. Since it is a gift, of course it must be after the subject."

"I want to dismantle the giveaway first."

"Then you have to kiss me after you tear it..."

"I can refuse the gift you give me."

"Can't refuse!"

"..." Ning Qing was silent for a moment, but still nodded, "Yes."

"Wait me a moment!"

"Are you here?"

"Um."

Chen Shu waited until the swing swayed slowly before he got off the swing.

When he walked into the room, when he came out again, he held the Vichi in one hand and a chair in the other, and placed the chair behind the swing.

Qingqing sat on the swing with his back to him, motionless.

"As old rules, don't look back."

"Um."

"here we go."

Chen Shu plucked the strings and heard the gentle and refreshing sound of the piano, like the breeze blowing in the summer afternoon.

"The sparrow outside the window

“More mouths on the telephone pole

"You said this

“It feels very summery

“…”

Ning Qing listened quietly, and only turned his head slightly and looked at a flower poking out next to him.

This is a spectrum of the plant she planted on the side of the swing. The spectrum is the moon, and it will grow very large, and the flowers that bloom will appear in different colors, like a vine rainbow, but it does not have the cheap feeling of a vine rainbow. The flower that came to the side of the swing is yellow and looks very bright in the sun.

The eyes passed over this tweed, which was a white courtyard wall, a persimmon tree, a blue sky and a white cloud.

The cicada kept screaming.

The two birds on the tree happened to come back.

It's summer.

The song ends.

Ning Qing quietly savored it for a while before asking in a low voice: "Is there any?"

"It's gone."

"Secret Sect."

“…”

Are the practitioners of the Secret Sect amazing?

Chen Shu curled his lips.

The figure ahead was very slim, and the sun shone on her cheeks, especially her ears. She didn't look back and only spit out two words:

"condition."

"..." Chen Shu thought for a while, "I'm too lazy to walk when I'm going to buy vegetables later. If you carry me, I'll sing for you."

“The whole process is unrealistic.”

"That's a small piece of memorization."

"specific."

"Two hundred meters?"

"Can."

(*⊙~⊙)!

Chen Shu was choked.

Is the price too low?

After a little silence, he touched the strings again and reminded: "This is a bit stingy, you're ready."

"Does it sound good?"

"You listen to it yourself."

There was no response ahead.

Chen Shu plucked the strings again, and the sound became smoother than before:

"If I haven't met you

“Where will I be

“How is life like

"Do you want to cherish life?

“…”

There was a glimmer of light flashing in Ning Qing's eyes.

Just a few simple sentences at the beginning brought her into this question that I had thought about many times.

If it weren't for Chen Shu, where would she be now?

What kind of person would he be?

What kind of thing are you doing?

What if Chen Shu didn't have her?

Many people may have thought about this kind of question, but she is a little different from others. She is a secret sect practitioner. As her cultivation progresses gradually, one day she will be able to easily get the answer to this question.

Extremely detailed answer.

But is the answer to this question important? Will it be what you want to know?

"Maybe I know someone

"Living an ordinary life

"I don't know if it will be

“There is also love as sweet as honey

"I only care about you, willing to infect your breath

"Life is so good, it's not a pity to be able to get a confidant, and it's not a pity to lose the power of life

"So I, please, don't let me leave you, I can't feel anything except you, a little affection

“…”

Ning Qing gently pressed his right hand against his cheek, and his elbow rested on his left hand, which was placed horizontally in front of his abdomen. She looked ahead, with no expression, and only posed in such a serious listening position. No one could see what she was thinking.

"If there is one day when you say you are about to leave, I will lose myself and walk into the endless sea of ​​people.

"Don't have any promises, just be together every day

"I can't just rely on memories to live

“…”

Ning Qing kept listening to it before asking, "What's the name of this song?"

"I only care about you."

“Who wrote it?”

"Written by someone else."

"I love this song."

Ning Qing only showed a faint smile now. She smiled with thrilling beauty, the ice and snow melted, and the gentleness was hard to see. Unfortunately, Chen Shu, who was sitting behind her, could not see this time.
To be continued...