Chapter 2480 (1/2)
”Wait! You mean, you were born in the first year of the apocalypse? ”
Bai Chen can't help but frown.
”Yes, what's the matter?”
Sulojing turned his head curiously.
Two people close under, four eyes are opposite, in the eyes are twinkling each other's reflection.
Although they had known each other for a short time, it was like the invisible traction of fate. They were destined to come to Yizhou of cangyu Empire and meet each other
The first year of the Apocalypse
That year, for Bai Chen, was also the most special day!
Because that year was the time when he was reborn to Yancheng of Fengyan Dynasty and entered the third young master of Bai family!
”In that case, I'm nineteen years older than you.”
White Chen light smile way.
He was born to Bai Chen that year, Bai Chen 19 years old.
……
Learning the appearance of Bai Chen, he pours a mouthful of liquor. Su Luojing is shocked and coughs.
Wipe the corner of her eyes, she smiles, holding the wine jar, facing the wind in the bow.
”I often remember the sunset in the pavilion, and I don't know my way back when I'm drunk!”
This voice roared out, and people by the lake were attracted by her.
In the face of the public's expectation, Su Luojing had no drinking power, so he took another sip, and immediately continued: ”I'll go back to the boat at night, and I'll go into the depths of lotus root, fight for crossing, and startle a pool of gulls and egrets!”
”Good!”
”Good poem!”
The lakeside was filled with cheers.
Bai Chen sits behind her with great interest, looking at the side face of this Ni Zi's drunken red, can't help feeling.
In the past, he always thought that a beauty like Chu junran could be regarded as generous.
It was not until he saw Su Luojing that he realized that this girl was more special than any other woman in Xinglan.
She has no accomplishments, no identity or background.
But she is the most special existence, can't say strange.
Moreover, her birth is the rebirth of Bai Chen
Is this really just a coincidence?
……
More and more people gathered by the lake, and the cheers of ”another song” roared like a hurricane in the laughter of people.
Seeing these people like it so much, suluojing suddenly raised her chest and stepped on the boat rock.
”Good! Then I'll do it again! ”
Beautiful eyes slightly turn, she seems to be in memory, immediately delicate pretty face, suddenly emerged a touch of sadness.
”The mist is thick, the cloud is worried about the day forever, the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast.”
”It's the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and the gauze cabinet are cool in the middle of the night.”
”Dongli wine after dusk, there are dark fragrance Ying sleeve.”
”Don't forget your soul. You are thinner than the yellow flower by rolling the curtain to the west wind.”
……
”Good!”
”Good poetry, good poetry!”
On the lakeside, hundreds of people have gathered in a flash.
Everyone was attracted by this amazing woman.
But a moment later, a young man in white suddenly called out: ”sister, what is Chongyang?”
Double Ninth Festival
It's obviously a festival.
But the Double Ninth Festival???
They've never heard of it before.
”Chongyang is a festival in the western regions.”
Suluojing's eyes were dim and he made up a reason at will.