The Nomenclature of the Night

Chapter Twelve: Return

Hearing this, Ye Wan, who was standing by the side, dispersed the crowd of bystanders, allowing the two to talk in peace.

"Is it a reward for winning the endgame just now? Yes," Li Shutong replied.

"Did you play the harmonica just now?" Qingchen asked.

Ye Wan and Lin Xiaoxiao were obviously stunned for a moment. They thought that Qingchen was going to take advantage of the opportunity to win chess to ask something, but it turned out to be just this song?

The tune is very good, and it has never been circulated outside, but it shouldn't let Qingchen waste such an important opportunity.

Li Shutong raised his head with a smile and said, "It's me, what's the matter, is this the first time you hear this melody?"

Qing Chen thought for a while and said, "It sounds good."

"Well," Uncle Li nodded and replied when the crowd dispersed, "He is a song composed by the founder of our organization, and the lyrics are also composed by him."

Qingchen was stunned for a long time and was speechless. He wanted to say: I guess your founder may be a person from Earth!

And the founder seems to be a little shameless, and the songs are actually his own work.

Wait, how long has Uncle Li and their group been established, and I don't know when the senior who crossed overwore it?

Qingchen asked again: "Can you sing it for me in full? I want to hear it."

Li Shutong said: "Yes, but the lyrics of this song are not too complete. In a long time, there will always be things lost in that long time river."

"It's okay, I'm just listening," Qingchen said, wanting to confirm whether the lyrics of the song were the same as the earth.

Li Shutong took the big cat on the table into his arms and then sang softly: "Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, the grass is green and green, the evening wind blows the willow flute, and the setting sun is outside the mountains. many......"

After Li Shutong finished singing, he said with a smile: "Sometimes the lyrics of parting are made up by later generations. It is said that this was not the case at the beginning, but no matter how you make it up, it seems to be a little bit meaningless."

After standing there for a long time, Qingchen suddenly said, "How about changing to half-disconnected friends?"

"Half friends?" Li Shutong was stunned for a moment.

For some reason, he always felt that only these five words were worthy of this song.

Farewell to say goodbye, people are like the afterglow of the sunset, confidants are far away.

When they were young, they drank freely, and life was as strong as summer.

But I don't know which farewell is the last time, and we will never see each other again.

Li Shutong seemed to be sitting in this prison and saw that the orange-red sun was falling into the horizon, and his friend was waving to him from afar.

After beckoning, he turned and left.

"Thank you," Li Shutong said: "This sentence is really good, just like the original lyrics of this song should be this sentence."

"You're welcome," Qing Chen took the compliment cheekily.

Li Shutong said with some yearning: "Sometimes I am really amazed. Our founder is really amazing and talented. It is said that he made a lot of lyrics and music back then, and each of them is a classic handed down from generation to generation, but it ended in the last era. All the time was lost, and there is only one song left."