Qi Xia suddenly woke up. The fire in front of him had disappeared without trace. In the quiet courtyard, only the sound of the piano was still there.

The fragrance of flowers instead of the heavy smell of blood, red goji end sitting in the flowers, head askew, looking at him, the eyes can not say strange.

"How do you Cried? " The singer's voice suddenly rang out.

Qi Xia is slightly stunned. Subconsciously, he raises his hand and touches his cheek, but his fingertips are wet.

"I don't know." Qi Xia lowered his eyes and his chest was aching, which made him hard to breathe, like his heart was hollowed out.

He seemed to dream of something, but he could not remember it when he woke up.

In the dream, he seems to have lost what is the most important thing, but what is that?

He remembered a person who appeared in his dream, which was very important, but he could not remember her appearance, her figure and her name, which was a vague figure, like a brand, engraved on his soul.

"Well, I said Although I know I sing very well, you don't have to be moved to cry, which makes me feel so embarrassed. " The singer cleared her throat and looked at Qixia. She turned her head and lost a handkerchief.

"Qi sanshao of the Kirin family doesn't look good crying."

Qi Xia stared at the handkerchief that had fallen in front of his feet. A moment later, he bent down to pick it up and said with a chuckle, "the alignment is really poor. It's all on the ground. Can it be used?"

"You don't need to use it. By the way, you don't need to collect too much money. You can add another bag of gold coins to it. Qi sanshao shouldn't care about this little money." The singer shrugged.

"I don't care. I'm afraid that if you give enough money, you won't have to come to Lefang to support your family." Qixia said with a smile.

"No one will think too much, will not they?" The singer looked at Qi Xia with her head askew.

Qi Xia looked into her eyes and felt something in his heart. He rose abruptly and walked towards the singer sitting in the flowers.

The singer in red looks at Qixia, who is approaching step by step, and frowns slightly.

"Although I made some money from you, you don't have to beat me up in anger." The singer suddenly got up, and Qi Xia had come to her. Her tall body covered the moonlight and cast a large shadow in front of her.

"Has anyone said that your eyes are beautiful?" Qixia stops and looks at those bright eyes. She always feels familiar.

"Don't you think there's something wrong with your tone?" The singer raised her eyebrows slightly.

"What's wrong?" Qixia said with a smile.

"There's always a feeling that you're flirting with me." The singer turned away.

"I think so." Qi Xia did not contradict.

“……” The singer turned her eyes and stared at Qixia, as if frightened by his words.

"I just think your eyes are very similar to the people in my dream. Do you mind if I look at your appearance?" Qixia said.

The singer immediately shook her head like a rattle.

The singer refused, but did not stop Qi Xia's mind. He suddenly stepped forward. The singer turned to run, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

"I don't sell myself, young man. Do you understand!" Exclaimed the singer.

In her exclamation, Qi Xia reached out to uncover the veil on her face.

In the moonlight, a look that made heaven and earth lose color appeared in front of Qi Xia.

Qi Xia opens his mouth slightly and stares at the strange but familiar face.