Chapter 692 (1/2)

”I did it for you.” Du Han keeps up with me, ”go back?”

”Well,” I nodded, suddenly thought of something, ”by the way, I put the things I bought before in the bar, remember to go back and get them.”

Du Han was stunned in the original area. Looking at his appearance, I couldn't help laughing and strode forward.

The night is deep, the road back is deep and sorrowful, the street lights on both sides of the street are out, the darkness in the city is quietly spreading, the fog is extending in the darkness, and in the fog, there are bursts of children's voices.

”The snow in the sky is falling quietly. There is a doll by the side of the road. Doll, doll, why don't you go home? Don't you have no home, no father and mother, Wuwuwuwu...”

”who make complaints about singing at midnight?”

”It's a lullaby.” I replied.

”What?” Du Han doesn't understand, ”an mianqu? I remember it's a nursery rhyme

”No one sings the same thing.” I stopped. ”In other words, it's not people who sing.”

Du Han understood, ”ghost?”

”You can say that.” I nodded.

”Do you care?” Du Han asked.

I pause, pulling Du han to hide in one side of the alley, ”Shh, don't make a sound, cover up your breath, it's a Taoist.”

The singing stopped abruptly, and a figure flashed in front of us, followed by a few shadows. As the shadows flashed by, Du Han and I immediately went into the dark and hid our breath. We didn't go out of the alley until the shadows disappeared completely.

”Since all the people from all walks of life are here, there's nothing for us here.” I leaned against the wall and said, ”it's not far from the bar just now. With the sound of the siren, it seems that the pile you made just now is also included in the complaint. There's nothing left

”Don't worry, I've dealt with it cleanly. You didn't teach me.” Du Han gave me a smile, ”since there's nothing wrong with us here, go back.”

I nodded, but always felt that the song had been heard somewhere, and unconsciously sang, ”snow in the sky, quietly down, there is a doll by the side of the road, doll, doll, why don't you go home, don't you have a home, no father and mother, ah ~ doll, don't be sad, don't be afraid, let me lend you half of your mother, and share with you There is a home. Let me lend half of your mother and share a home with you. ”

On the way home, accompanied by this children's song, Du Han lamented, ”why do you sing this song? It's sad. Can you change a song? ”

I looked at him and shook my head. ”I don't know. I just think it's familiar.”

”It's a children's song. It's normal to hear it.” It's no surprise that Du Han has spread his hand.

”I haven't heard this song,” I shook my head. ”I came out four years ago and have been in antique street since I came out. People in places like antique street can't sing this kind of children's song for you at all. It's good to read a poem and a historical document.”

”You haven't heard of that before?” Du Han asked.

”No,” there is only one lullaby in my memory.

”That's probably what you overheard on TV that time.” Du Han spread his hand.