"call!"

She stood for a long time.

Until the wind blows and the clouds above our heads drift away.

Moonlight and starlight poured down on the peach tree together, illuminating the figure under the peach tree.

The wizard was still looking at the peach tree blankly.

The man was wearing a cloud-patterned divine robe that was exactly the same as hers and was sitting under the peach blossom tree. However, compared to her, who was always well-dressed, he was not dressed as neatly and neatly. The collar and cuffs could faintly reveal the white tunic underneath.

The man's legs were crossed together, and a wooden-soled slipper hung on his toes and was about to fall off, but it did not.

The thumb of the other person's hand resting on his hand is hooked on the rope, and a jug of wine is hanging underneath.

The other hand is holding a wine glass and is drinking!

The witch finally knew.

Where did the jug of wine she brought go?

This is the fourth time that the wizard has seen Yun Zhongjun, and it is also the second time that he has seen his true appearance, but it is the first time that he has seen his face so close.

She originally thought that she would be able to muster up the courage to say something if she saw the other person in person again, but she still couldn't shout anything at the moment.

The wizard could only call out the other party's name in his heart: "Yun Zhongjun."

However, "Yun Zhongjun" seemed to have heard her inner cry and turned to look at her.

Both of them have the same fair complexion, but the outline of the other's face is obviously much sharper.

Under the peach blossom tree, beside the flowing spring.

"Yun Zhongjun" raised his head slightly and motioned for the wizard to sit opposite him.

The slightly nervous shaman seemed to be under control. Under the moonlight of the night, he walked crookedly in front of the peach tree with flowing water. Unconsciously, he held Qin and sat on the "Yunzhongjun"

Opposite of.

The shaman was a little stunned, and his eyes lost focus as he looked at the immortal under the tree.

The two have exactly the same short black hair, wear exactly the same clothes, and are even about the same height. Jiang Chao is 1.83 meters tall, and the witch is about the same height.

People in Jiang Chao's era seemed to be uniformly like this. Within a given value, not only the height, but also the appearance also varied within a standard value, because most people were born through in vitro fertilization, and this policy

It has been implemented for many generations.

Therefore, Jiang Chao didn't think there was anything special about him, he was just ordinary.

But in this era, especially among women, it is not very common.

In such a beautiful scenery, the same smoke flowed through their robes, making them look fairy-like.

It's like a mirror showing two different shadows.

Only the witch knows.

You are the shadow.

"Bah bang bang!"

The ape in the cave also came out. His tall and strong body stood in front of the entrance of the cave, almost blocking the entire entrance. He looked at the two people under the peach tree, and for a moment it seemed that he couldn't tell the difference between them.

the difference.

It doesn't understand why there are two "Yun Zhongjun" and looks a little confused.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

It also made a fawning cry, but both Yunzhongjun ignored it.

"Yun Zhongjun"'s eyes fell on the harp held by the wizard, who quickly put the harp away and sat upright.

Unknowingly, she started playing.

"Yun Zhongjun" drank wine and listened to her playing the piano.

One song after another, she gradually relaxed and even began to sing softly along with the music.

From the Book of Songs to the Nine Songs, the ancient tone is used with some soft language from the southern water towns.

"There is a fox Suisui in Qiliang. His heart is worried and his son has no clothes."

"There is a fox Suisui, and there is Qili..."

The sound went away along the spring water, misty and illusory in the smoke. The animals in the jungle stopped and looked up at the top of the mountain.

It was as if I heard the goddess singing.

But the magic witch lowered her head at this moment, only indulging in the sound of the piano and the ancient chapters, as if she had returned to the bamboo house deep in the mountain forest.

"Yun Zhongjun" always just looked at her quietly, unmoved no matter whether the tune was melodious and desolate or the song was exciting.

As the night grew darker, I drank the wine to my heart's content.

Finally, she heard "Yun Zhongjun" say.

"You play the piano very well."

When she raised her head, she found that the other party had disappeared under the peach tree filled with smoke.

In the dark.

Only the tall figure of the "ghost" retreated little by little.

——

Walking in the deep underground, one light after another continued to shine. At this time, the small radio hanging on Jiang Chao's waist rang.

Wangshu: "Does it sound good?"

Jiang Chao: "It sounds good."

Wang Shu: “Next time I’ll bring equipment to record.”

Jiang Chao: "The atmosphere will no longer exist when recorded."

Wang Shu: "What kind of person is that?"

Jiang Chao: "He plays the piano very well and sings very well. He is a very talented person, just like Boya."

Wangshu: "You are too thick-skinned."

Jiang Chao: "Why am I so thick-skinned?"

Wang Shu: "Didn't you just say you were Ziqi?"

Unknowingly, I walked to the space station that had fallen underground. An extremely bright headlight shone down from above, illuminating the entire space as if it were daytime.

The handle on the hatch keeps rotating and then opens automatically.

After Jiang Chao entered the main cabin, he lay down and saw a dark screen, with his own image reflected on the screen.

Jiang Chao rarely looked at himself when he came in. At this moment, he looked at himself and suddenly asked a question.

"Do we look alike?"

The light stretched into a long line on the screen, and then spread quickly.

A woman in palace clothes appeared on the screen, leaning down from the sea of ​​clouds in the Tiangong Palace, looking at Jiang Chao in the cabin.

Wangshu asked: "Who?"

Jiang Chao: "The witch, they said that the witch was chosen based on my appearance, but after looking at it for a while, it doesn't look like me."

Wang Shu looked at him for a long time and said according to his own point of view.

"The body shapes are not similar, the eyebrows are somewhat similar, but they can't be said to be very similar."

"But those people haven't really seen you. Most of them have glanced at you from a distance or seen your back. You can't tell the difference."

"But, one thing is the same."

Jiang Chao asked: "What is the same?"

Wangshu said: "No beard."

Jiang Chao suddenly realized that all adult men in this era had long beards, and few were accustomed to keeping their beards neatly trimmed like his time.

Think about the pictures I saw before, generally only women and children don’t have beards, while adult men all grow beards.

On the screen, Wang Shu seemed to be able to hear Jiang Chao's heartbeat, and he accurately jumped out and spoke loudly.

"There are also eunuchs."

She liked teasing Jiang Chao like this the most.

Jiang Chao pressed the switch and turned off the screen.

But after the screen went out, Jiang Chao's figure was reflected on it again.

Jiang Chao looked at the screen and said, "How about growing a beard?"

Wang Shu lifted up the hem of the screen and came out: "Then you can't play Yunzhong Jun."

Jiang Chao: "Then who should I pretend to be?"

He made a slight gesture of stroking his beard: "Guan Yu?"

Wang Shu looked at him and said seriously: "The one with the pale face is Cao Cao!"
Chapter completed!