After dinner in the evening, everyone who had been tired for a day rested early, but the Mi Huang lying on the bed couldn't fall asleep over and over, everything in front of him was everything in the eastern suburbs, and even all of this included the figure that touched the depths of her memory, the faint sound of the flute entered through the window, with a kind of peace and loneliness in the summer night, slowly sounded through the layers of bed curtains, a tune hooked Mi Huang's heartstrings, and those memories that were sealed in the depths of his heart couldn't help but break out with the low and reverberating tune.

Si Qin was guarding outside the tent, only to see Mi Huang put on a coat and lifted the bed curtain and walked out, put down the needlework in his hand, got up and asked, "Lady, what's wrong, but there are too many mosquitoes in the mountains here, and I can't sleep well?"

Mi Huang shook his head, "It's a little stuffy in the house, and it's still a little early, I want to go to the yard for a walk." ”

"Do you want the slave to follow?" asked Si Qin.

"It's okay, I'm not going out, I'm just walking around the yard, breathing, and sorting out my thoughts. ”

Mi Huang gently pushed open the door, did not alarm anyone, walked out alone, the yard they lived in was not big, simple, only a stone table and four round chairs, and then three or three or two kinds of unknown flowers, exuding a good smell of intoxicating fragrance, the courtyard wall is not high, you can see that there are purple bamboos planted outside the courtyard wall, straight to the sky, in the cool summer night, and the tune gently rustles with the wind, swaying.

Through the hollow courtyard gate, she stood under the eaves, and could see the man standing in the main courtyard by the purple bamboo, the green shirt was upright, and the figure was tall, but the silhouette had a bit of a lonely taste, the silver-white moonlight leaked through the bamboo leaves and sprinkled a mottled frost white on his body, and the handsome side face was hidden in the dark, which could not be seen, but there was an indescribable taste.

At this moment, the man under the purple bamboo tree in the distance was no longer the new head of the Cheng family who turned his hands into clouds and covered his hands for rain, and even made Ruo Ao Ziyan deeply afraid of the opponent, I saw that he was in a light robe, with a sparse temperament, a different kind of handsome and dusty, blowing a tube of Yuxiao, blowing a tune that he had never heard before.

And between her and him, at this moment, it seems that there is not only a hollow red door far away, but also a farther distance through the music.

It was as if she was on one side of time, and he was on the other.

They are like two parallel lines, obviously they should never intersect, but at this moment, they are standing together in this brand new land in the eastern suburbs, she is for her selfishness, and what is he for?

Mi Huang didn't interrupt him, just Heyi quietly crossed his arms and leaned on the door to listen.

I don't know how many times this song was blown, so long that they seemed to have forgotten the time of each other, one stood on one side of the courtyard wall, the other stood on the other side of the courtyard wall, and Pan Chong in the other courtyard stood in front of the window and wrote the word "heart", sighing, "The tune is very sad...... I miss it so much......"

"It seems that the right disciple is thinking of the old man who has passed away. ”

Anu listened quietly and said as the old man studied the ink.

"yes......"

Pan Chong dropped the last point of the word "heart" and pointed at the beginning of the word "heart".

At that moment, a knock on the door rang out eagerly from outside the main courtyard, interrupting the faint tune that swam like a cloud.

Cheng Jia put down the flute in his hand, pulled the bolt of the door, and saw Su Cong rushing in and shouting at him, "My lord, those children who followed us during the day sneaked into the eastern suburbs and were caught by our people!"

"Since they want to stay, let's stay!"

Cheng Jia groaned slightly.

"It would have been nice if it was just a few children, but now there are a lot of displaced people who have mixed in with them, and they can't get out. Su Cong said embarrassedly, so he came to ask Cheng Jia in the middle of the night, "Do you want to take in the other homeless people too?"

If only these children were taken in, and no other homeless people were taken in, these homeless people would definitely not follow, and even make trouble in the middle of the night.

As he spoke, the homeless people kneeling in the distance and begging to join had really started to make trouble.

"Why do you let these children stay and not let our children stay?"

"That's it, everyone is a homeless!"

There was a loud noise, Cheng Jia put the purple flute on the stone table in the courtyard, and rushed out with people.

"Let's go, let's take a look!"

Hearing their conversation, Mi Huang quickly pushed open the door of the small courtyard and ran out, calling softly, "Cheng Jia!"

Cheng Jia turned around when she heard the sound, she didn't know how she ran out, she wrung her eyebrows and looked at her with only a coat and cloak and said, "Something is wrong, don't worry, I'll go back when I go." ”

"Hmm. ”

Mi Huang also knew that when she changed her clothes, the matter might have subsided, so she took a deep look at him and said, "When you come back, I have something to say to you." ”

Cheng Jia was stunned in place, not knowing why she suddenly looked so solemn, and nodded heavily, "Okay." Soon, Cheng Jia agreed to let some of the women, children and children in, but at the same time asked the rest of the men to stay in the eastern suburbs and reclaim the vacant land east of the eastern suburbs before he agreed to accept them.

Most of the exiles immediately thanked them, but there were still some people who were reluctant, but Cheng Jia's words, "If you want your wives and children to suffer with you in the eastern suburbs, you can not accept the arrangement of the official, and the four thousand phoenix feather guards outside are waiting for you!

Cheng Jia moved Huang Yuwei out, and all the homeless people suddenly quieted down, and no one disagreed, even if they didn't agree, they were pulled away by other homeless.

On the way back, Su Cong was a little puzzled by his arrangement, "My lord, why don't you just accept all these people, but leave those main laborers outside and leave them to fend for themselves." ”

"Because I want to see if they're really homeless. ”

Cheng Jia frowned and replied, just now his eyes were drawn on those troublemakers, but he could clearly see that there were a few principals hidden in the crowd who were instigating these homeless people to make trouble behind their backs, teaching them what to say and how to do.

"Is there still someone who pretends to be a homeless person? Su Cong said.

"It's hard to say. Cheng Jia replied.

He has been covering the eastern suburbs for half a year, but it is impossible for such a long time that no wind has not leaked out, especially after the heavy flood, the villages near the eastern suburbs are almost destroyed, and only they are intact, seeing that there is a bumper harvest in August, how can some people not be curious.

Mi Huang went back and changed into a summer dress, walked to the stone table in the main courtyard and sat down, looking at the crystal purple flute on the table, he finally couldn't help but pick it up for a long time, touched the body of the flute made of purple bamboo, and learned to be attached to his lips and blew it like Cheng Jia.

Xiao is a musical instrument, in the upper study, they naturally have learned from musicians.

So after a few whimpering sounds, Mi Huang gradually recalled the tune played by Cheng Jia, blowing up and down, a piece of music she had never heard before came out faintly in the purple flute in her hand, and the aftersound turned back to her ears and became her heart.

Mi Huang blew two or three times, and gradually became proficient, and when she looked up, she saw Cheng Jia standing outside the courtyard gate looking at her at some point, and the words she had been thinking about for a long time suddenly couldn't speak.

Between them, sometimes it's really a mess.

He had been all she had hoped for in her rebirth, but they had hated each other, were hostile to each other, and defensive, but in this case, they had cooperated again and again, until now she felt that he meant something different to her.

It's not just a simple "alliance", but also the support she wants to win.

But she suddenly didn't want to see him become a "sword" in her hand.

When the words came to his lips, he finally crossed out into a sentence, "What is this song called?"

"Reserved. ”

Li Jian's cover of Faye Wong's "Reserved".

I've never resisted your charm

You've never been obsessed with me, though

I always look at you with a smile

My affection is always easy to see

I used to think about being in a lonely night

You're finally in my room

You closed your eyes and kissed me

Don't say a word, hold me tightly in your arms

I love you

I love you to the end

For the first time in my life, I let go of my reserves

Let yourself fantasize about everything about me and you

You love me

You love me to the end

For the first time in my life, I let go of my reserves

Believe that I can really love you deeply

To love you deeply

Cheng Jia's reserved gaze fell on Zi Xiao, who the woman put back on the table, and replied reservedly.

"Reserved? It seems that such a poem has never been heard in the Book of Songs. In the night, the woman twisted her eyebrows and thought.

Cheng Jia didn't answer her, and couldn't answer, but asked, "Don't you have something to tell me?"

Mi Huang thought for a moment, looked at him and said, "Can you start teaching me everything about the 'Eastern Suburbs' tomorrow?" I want to know what the Eastern Suburbs are like when Su Cong's mouth is talking about. ”

"Then you are going to stay here for a long time first, are you ready?Maybe rumors like today will spread more and more, we often go in and out together, maybe Ao Ziyan will even be unhappy if he hears it......" Cheng Jia frowned and looked at Mi Huang, looked at her and said slowly, "You are ready for these, you can start tomorrow." ”

Mi Huang didn't expect Cheng Jia to answer so unreservedly, he didn't think about it, nodded and thanked, "I can do it at any time." ”

Cheng Jia shook her head and didn't reply anymore, picked up the purple flute she had blown on the table, and then sent her back to the courtyard first, "Okay, rest early, I'll see you at five watch tomorrow morning." Then he turned back to his yard.

Mi Huang kept watching him send himself back and leave, and his heart was strangely cut a small opening.

There is a slight cracking pain.

But she didn't dare to let herself think about it anymore, and immediately after entering the house, she changed her clothes and slept with the help of Si Qin, who blew out the candles in the house, and withdrew from the room with the last glimmer of light in the room, but the candlelight in the main courtyard did not gradually dry until dawn. [.]