Night falls.

A pair of red candles lit and smeared the light of the candles.

Ai Zi sat in front of the bronze mirror, the comb in his hand slowly combed his hair, although this wedding dress was not as luxurious and beautiful as before, but it was Ai Zi's happiest time, to marry the person he loved, maybe what to wear is not so important.

She got up slowly and walked out of the house, and saw Yun Chenyi with her back to her, dressed in red, with a long back, which was really unparalleled in the world.

Ai Zi lifted her skirt, walked lightly behind Yun Chenyi, stood on tiptoe, easily covered his eyes, and whispered softly in his ear: "Groom official, guess if your bride looks good today?"

The corners of Yun Chenyi's mouth curled slightly, and his slender hand covered Ai Zi's small hand: "I think about it, it should be good." ”

Ai Zi's hand suddenly withdrew, wrapped around Yun Chenyi's waist from behind, closed his eyes, and looked happy: "Chenyi, am I really not dreaming? ”

Yun Chenyi lowered his eyes, untied her hands, turned around, took her hand and put it on his face and said, "Do you feel me?"

Ai Zi nodded honestly: "It turned out to be true." Her fingers stroked Yun Chenyi's cheek, and suddenly, she pinched it tightly, Yun Chenyi was in pain, and gasped: "We haven't visited the church yet, and you're going to murder your husband." ”

Ai Zi raised his chin, and there was no guilt at all: "People test whether they are dreaming or not, it's all like this, okay, besides, it's Chen Yi who you asked me to feel." ”

Yun Chenyi's eyes widened suddenly, this girl actually learned to beat a rake, and smiled in her heart, forget it, this happy day will not be with her.

He suddenly picked up Ai Zi and walked back to the house: "It's not early, let's go to the church." ”

Worship the sky, worship the earth, and worship husband and wife.

The wine cup is full, drink a glass of wine to each other, and the ceremony is completed.

In the dim candlelight, Yun Chenyi hugged Ai Zi and sat on the bed, Ai Zi lowered her eyes and played with Yun Chenyi's sleeves, and suddenly remembered, isn't the soul flute hidden in the sleeves? Her hand simply got into it like a worm, but after looking for a long time, there was nothing.

Yun Chenyi sensed Ai Zi's strange appearance, so he pressed close to Ai Zi's little head and blew in her ear: "What are you going to steal again?"

Ai Zi grinned and looked at his eyes: "Isn't your baby pimple soul flute often hidden in your sleeves, I just want to look for it, but there is nothing." ”

Yun Chenyi was really completely defeated by Ai Zi's cuteness, and he explained: "The Imperial Soul Flute is in my body, not really hidden in my sleeve, fool." ”

"Then you can take it out and show it to me, okay?" Ai Ziyi stretched out his palm and said.

As soon as he heard this request, Yun Chenyi smiled, now that he is a mortal, I am afraid that there is no way to summon the Imperial Soul Xiao again, his heart sank, and he didn't know how to explain it to Ai Zi, and suddenly, a blue light came out of his sleeve, it was the Imperial Soul Xiao.

Yun Chenyi looked at the Imperial Soul Flute floating in mid-air, trembling faintly, as if he was telling something, he stretched out his hand to hold it, thousands of years of loneliness, it was by his side to accompany him, and now that he is a mortal, it still does not give up.

Feeling grateful, he handed the soul flute to Ai Zi: "What do you want the soul flute for?"

Ai Zi took the soul flute, put it to his lips and said, "I want to surprise you." ”

After that, as soon as the flute sounded, Yun Chenyi already had the memory of Yun Ting at the moment he woke up, Ai Zi would play his own tune, and he already knew it.

The sound of the flute is melodious, but it is also very bitter.

Before the song was finished, Ai Zi stopped and fell into deep thought.

"Why didn't you blow it?"

Ai Zi pursed his lips and returned the soul flute to Yun Chenyi: "Chenyi, this song is too sad, it is no longer suitable for us, will you have other songs that are not sad?"

Yun Chenyi smiled lightly and stroked the body of the Imperial Soul Flute: "The music in this world is no different, except for the tone, it is the mood of the person who plays the song, if you are happy, this song is happy, if you are sad, this song is sad." ”

Ai Zi suddenly realized, but he still didn't believe it: "According to what you say, you should blow it to me." ”

At the end of the song, it didn't sound as sad as Ai Zi played before.

Ai Zi pouted unconvinced: "The Imperial Soul Flute is your artifact, of course, it is more biased towards you, if I have my own Flute, I can also reach the realm of Chenyi you." ”

Yun Chenyi nodded again and again, inadvertently the red candle had already burned more than halfway, and the night was already deep, Yun Chenyi put Ai Zi flat on the bed, covered her with a quilt and said, "It's late, hurry up and go to sleep." ”

Ai Zi grabbed his sleeve, his cheeks flushed, and said, "Chenyi, aren't you sleeping?"

Yun Chenyi leaned over and kissed Ai Zi's forehead, looked sideways at Ai Zi and said, "I want to watch you sleep." ”

Ai Zi didn't know why, his eyelids were really a little heavy, and he couldn't say the words that were in his mouth, so he slowly glanced at Yun Chenyi, closed them and never opened them again.

Yun Chenyi held Ai Zi's face, there was a lot of reluctance in his heart, the time had passed, and after a day, he was afraid that he would fall into nothingness, and he would never see her smile again, and he would not be able to hear her words.

He got up, took out the purple bamboo from the side of the bed, sat back down at the table, carefully chiseled, under the candlelight, all his energy was on the purple bamboo, and the six holes had been chiseled.

He picked up the bamboo flute he had just made and walked slowly to the courtyard, wanting to try its timbre, although it was not better than his own soul flute, but it was already good.

Yun Chen suddenly remembered something, picked up the knife and began to carve it at the end of the bamboo flute, the small moi character was eye-catching.

Ai Zi has always wanted a bamboo flute that truly belongs to her, and now, this bamboo flute can fulfill her wish.

He suddenly looked up at the starry sky, and a few nightingales chirped from the woods beside the meadow, and the night was so quiet and peaceful.

Standing with his hands in his hands, the hand holding the bamboo flute inexplicably has strength, such a good moonlight, I am afraid that I will never see it again in this life, and I don't know what Ai Zi would do if she knew the truth, I hope only that, although she is sad and sad, but time is the last healing medicine, as long as she can live safely, she can meet a good person again in the future, forget herself, forget the suffering of the past, and spend her life well.

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