Chapter 339

When he recovered, Qin Zongheng suddenly went crazy and ran to the sound.

He ran so fast that as soon as he was not far away, he accidentally fell to the ground.

"Uncle Qin!" Xu Shaotang rushed up quickly and helped Qin Zongheng who fell to the ground.

"Get out of the way!" Qin Zongheng shakes off Xu Shaotang's hand, disregarding his arms on the ground. He struggles to get up from the ground and continues to run to the source of the sound.

Xu Shaotang stupidly looks at Qin Zongheng who suddenly looks like a different person. He doesn't know what happened to him. It's just a piece of singing. How can Qin Zongheng lose his sense.

"Wait for me, where are you! Come out, I know it's you! Wait for me... "

Qin Zongheng was running with a staggering voice. His eyes were filled with tears. His heartrending cry was painful.

In the process of running, Qin Zongheng fell to the ground several times, but he didn't care. He fell and got up, got up and fell again. So many times, his body was already full of scars.

No matter how he called, there was no echo there, only the bleak singing became farther and farther away, gradually disappearing in the warm spring breeze

When the sound completely disappeared, Qin Zongheng still refused to stop, frantically looking for something around the lake.

Hearing the news, song Yinuo rushed out of the kitchen, looked at Qin Zongheng's crazy figure and asked Xu Shaotang, "what's wrong with Uncle Qin?"

"I don't know. Just now, a strange singing came out of the lake. When he heard that strange singing, it became like this..." Xu Shaotang shakes his head and looks at Qin Zongheng with a worried face.

Qin Zongheng searched around the lake for a long time, but he didn't find what he wanted.

All of a sudden, Qin Zongheng sat down on the ground and sang in a hoarse voice:

"with a long sword and a big bow, he is sitting on the east side of the river. His car is like running water and his horse is like a dragon. A group of Xiao pipes, fragrant wind, thousands of banners and auspicious clouds, and a lot of brocade on the top of Su Tai, are in charge of staying in the palace tonight.... "

In this way, Qin Zongheng was singing repeatedly on the ground, and his tears had already wet his skirt.

This is a bold words, Qin Zongheng that hoarse voice to sing out, but inexplicably more than a kind of unspeakable misery.

Over and over again, as if calling for something.

Hearing Qin Zongheng's singing, Mo put down his work and ran out of the kitchen with his apron covered with fish scales. Looking at Qin Zongheng, who was sitting by the lake, he said to song Yinuo with trembling: "that's it, that's it, that's what Mr. Qin used to sing..."

"He used to sing like that?" Xu Shaotang asked.

Lao Mo shook his head and said in a confused way: "in the past, when Mr. Qin sang a piece of music, he would finish it, and there was no such uncomfortable feeling. Every time I listen to him sing this piece of music, I always feel the feeling of blood boiling."

Song Yinuo and Xu Shaotang look at each other as if they suddenly understand something.

I don't know how long later, Qin Zongheng's single voice suddenly changed into the graceful and sad voice that Xu Shaotang first heard.

It seems that he is deliberately learning to sing this piece of music with female voice, but he has learned a little nondescript. His voice is less tactful and sad, but more a kind of thick husky, although the voice is different, but the inexplicable sadness is more provocative.

Unknowingly, song Yinuo has been in tears, gently leaning on Xu Shaotang, holding his heart, mumbling: "Shaotang, I'm so heartache..."

That hoarse voice, for no reason, pierced people's chest, so that people's heart was greatly oppressed, that voice such as cuckoo blood, such as cicada wailing, let people's eyes involuntarily sour.

"I also It's hard... " Xu Shaotang's eyes don't know when they have been slightly wet, gently holding song Yinuo's delicate body, lovingly erasing the tears on his face.

Qin Zongheng repeated the two ends of the singing again and again, until his mouth could no longer make a sound, until a trace of red blood slid down the corner of his eyes, making his original handsome face look very terrible.

They couldn't bear to see Qin Zongheng's painful appearance again, and they walked towards Qin Zongheng who had already fallen to the ground.

"Uncle Qin, stop singing..." Song Yinuo squats down and wipes the bloody tears from Qin Zongheng's face. But just as she wipes the tears away, the tears in Qin Zongheng's eyes come out of his eyes again.

Xu Shaotang lifts Qin Zongheng, who has collapsed to the ground. However, Qin Zongheng seems to have lost his soul. Although he can't make a sound in his throat, his mouth moves open and close. He is still repeating the singing.

When Qin Zongheng was helped back to the hut, Qin Zongheng had already lost any strength. He was like a pool of mud and sat down on the chair. His tears fell on the table, which made their hearts catch up.

"Mr. Qin, if you have anything on your mind, just say it." Old Mo also can't bear to see Qin Zongheng like this. He wiped the tears from his face and said, "it's easy to say it. We look so sad when you look like this."Xu Shaotang also advised: "yes, if you have something on your mind, just say it. We may not be able to help, but we can be the best listeners."

"Uncle Qin, what's the matter with you? Talk to me!" Song Yinuo anxiously looked at Qin Zongheng and said with a cry, "don't scare us. If you have any worries, just tell them. Let's work together to find a way."

No matter how they persuade them, Qin Zongheng turns a deaf ear to them. He just keeps opening and closing his mouth, as if he wants to engrave that aria on his mind.

In the face of such a situation, they have no mood to taste Lao Mo's craft, and Lao Mo has no heart to care about the fried dishes in the pot. We just sit there quietly with Qin Zongheng who is lost.

I do not know how long, Qin Zongheng finally did not continue that silent singing.

Qin Zongheng seems to be getting old all of a sudden. He trembles and raises his hands, obliterates the tears mixed with blood on his face, and then grits his teeth to support his body. He stands up and staggers to the parking place.

When he got into the car, he raised his finger to the driver, pointed out the outside, and signaled the driver to get off.

The driver looked at him with a worried face. Just about to say something, Qin Zongheng glared at him angrily.

In the face of Qin Zongheng's angry face, the driver swallowed the words and got out of the car with a worried face, and closed the door gently.

When the driver left, there was a suppressed roar in the ca