He ignored them and walked in another direction.
The gang greatly affected his mood, but I didn’t expect to encounter such disharmony on his birthday.
Ji Tianci stroked his hand while walking. This flute can remind him of his loved ones. After a while, he packed up his mood and prepared for Los Angeles.
It’s getting dark and the rain is getting smaller. Ji Tianci didn’t take an umbrella, but her clothes didn’t get wet.
The rain hit me like a relative’s warm hand stroking myself, and the other body was full of aura and came to the foot of Luoshan Mountain.
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Ji Tianci’s heart began to get depressed. It turned out that entering Los Angeles still required tickets for 6 yuan, and students could get half price.
That’s nothing. The notice board at the ticket office says "Opening Hours 3-173". You can’t even buy a ticket when it’s past.
Watch for a while near Ji Tianci’s fence. This wall is more than three meters high, and you can’t guard against villains.
He decided to be a "villain" in his heart, and his aura rushed to the soles of his feet. He just crossed the fence like a master in martial arts novels.
After landing, he looked around and saw no one. He quickly stepped on the mountain road again.
Osamu Yamaji has to be flat, with lanes and stone stairs for people to walk on. Looking up, the fog in Los Shan Yu lingers, and I don’t know the true face or how high the mountain is.
Ji Tianci walks and walks in the mountains, and naturally blends in. This Luoshan Mountain is indeed a Lingshan, and the aura concentration is much higher than that in other areas of Wuyang City.
It is no wonder that Wuyang University can cultivate generations of talents.
In the bright moon, you can still see the rain dripping, but you can’t see the clouds. The real person makes you wonder about the rain.
Ji Tianci’s mind didn’t think about anything, and she had walked for more than half an hour without seeing a pedestrian on the mountain road.
Suddenly, a melodious zither sound came to JiTianCi and settled down.
This zither sound is like a continuous stream, and its rhyme is bright, crisp and beautiful, like describing the rhythm of a mountain forest.
Ji Tianci listened for a while and was fascinated. He felt the aura of the mountain beating happily with this melody.
He walked along the sound.
He walked lightly all the way for fear of destroying the beautiful piano.
After about half a mile’s walk, he saw a street sign that said "Moon Pavilion". Sure enough, he could see a small gazebo along the road sign.
And when he saw the people in the pavilion, he froze and felt around, and the transformation seemed to go back to ancient times.
Chapter 49 The nangongshan language Aaron
In the full moon pavilion, a woman is sitting in a emerald Tang skirt with an embroidered silk skirt from Kong Quelan. Two strains of manzhu shahua move with the wind, and the Kowloon Feifeng bun is pinned with a white jade inlaid with a green hairpin, which is a good example of a good family.
This girl seems to be at a time when Tao Li Nianhua’s eyes are as bright as the bright moon and her face is as weak as water. People can’t help but want to pity her. Sandy’s fingers and fingers are playing with Ji Tianci’s heartstrings.
When this Zheng sound passes through, it makes people feel quiet. Although the music is soft and beautiful, Ji Tianci hears a trace of sadness and loneliness, just like a weak woman who can spend all day with flowers and trees in a lonely mountain.
The girl in the corner of the Moon Pavilion in Mount Luoxiu faces the mountain. I don’t know if someone is not far behind her.
The girl’s Zheng sound resonated with Ji Tianci, who was also lonely. In the ordinary world, he couldn’t find a similar person and a Taoist who could cook wine.
The flute in his hand seemed to quiver, and Ji Tianci played unconsciously.
The flute slowly entered without destroying the rhythm of the Zheng sound, just like a bird slowly flew into the forest.
The girl’s heart was full of curiosity. The zither stopped for two beats, but the lingering sound was still intertwined with the flute.
The girl didn’t look back. She chuckled at the corner of her mouth and stroked the zither again. A string sound floated faster than before. She chased the bird flying into the forest.
Ji Tianci’s face appeared to smile like that girl.
The bird flits around the girl naughty, and the girl will catch it several times, but it slips away like a prick again.
Zheng Xiao seems to be competing for skills, and the Zheng sound is "menacing" as if to cover up the Xiao, but the Xiao continues to haunt every corner of Los Angeles.
The bird flies higher and higher, and the girl "hangs her hands and stomps", so she can’t see the bird.
Ji Tianci’s flute became more and more inscrutable because he found outside the pavilion that the rain had gradually stopped, and he was a little nostalgic.
He wants to know if the rain is coming to this rain because his relatives are crying.
He was not sad when he thought of his biological parents and that the world was an orphan.
The girl did not move. She looked at the sky and the birds were equally sad. There was a bird flapping its wings alone in the vast sky as if looking for a home.
The girl in the pavilion still shed a tear because of the sadness in the flute.
The kite stops the birds from flying.
The girl got up and calmed down, and slowly turned around.
Ji Tianci seems to feel that the moon is bright in a few minutes, and the girl is like a fairy skirt in the Heavenly Palace, dancing lightly and bringing up a night breeze, which makes people feel very comfortable.
The girl couldn’t stop smiling when she saw Ji Tianci. Her sleeve covered half of her face and she turned away slightly.
Ji Tianci was confused by laughter. He wanted to wear a mirror for the first time to let himself know what was wrong.
The girl put a soft and tactful voice on her sleeve.
"It’s really a shame to wear a military uniform."
JiTianCi one leng this just react, if know today will meet such a bosom friend, he is so also won’t wear military training.
He quickly took off his hat and took off his hairpin. The other party called him "male", but he didn’t feel half-twisted. It would be awkward to call him "classmate"