This day is the day of the girl's burial.

In the public cemetery, the girl's relatives and friends wept and wailed, hid their faces and wept, or were speechless in grief.

No matter how painful and reluctant you are, life and death are already separated, this is a fact that cannot be changed.

The sky was drizzling, as if it was crying for the girl.

Behind the families and loved ones, a large group of people silently folded their hands and bowed their heads in the direction of the tombstones.

These people came from all over the country, old and young, men and women, and most of them had nothing to do with each other before, but now they came here with the same feeling.

There was no sound of speaking, and the comers spontaneously lined up to bid farewell to the girl, silently putting down the flowers in their hands, and then leaving their places to the people behind.

A group of people left, and another group of people arrived, and around the girl's tombstone, a sea of flowers had already converged.

Suddenly, there were some murmurs of commotion from the crowd.

But I saw a beautiful woman in a Taoist robe, holding an oil-paper umbrella in her hand and a bunch of white flowers in her arms, which at first glance looked like a fairy who came out of the painting.

However, what is more inconsistent is that the woman is carrying a guitar on her back, which looks a little nondescript.

"That's the collum nymph, why is she here too?"

"Well, she looks like a female singer from the past. ”

"Could this Dao Gu also be a disciple of the Heaven and Earth Concept?

"The colchicum fairy also wrote a song specifically for that child, and I cried a lot after hearing it. ”

There were many people in the crowd who recognized Qiushui and whispered a few words.

They were a little surprised at first that Qiushui suddenly appeared here, but after thinking about it, they realized that it was completely reasonable.

……

The arrival of autumn water caused only a few ripples, and soon the crowd stopped rioting.

After patiently following the crowd and lining up for a while, Qiushui finally came to the rear of a group of relatives and friends.

After saluting and saying goodbye with the others, and then placing the flowers near the tombstone, Qiushui did not turn to leave, but walked slowly to the girl's parents.

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable, the poor world and the earth watch the autumn water, and I have seen the two. Qiushui said.

The girl's mother was still immersed in grief and couldn't extricate herself, but nodded slightly at Qiushui, and the girl's father looked haggard and his eyes were red, but at least he didn't cry.

"It's a shame that so many people have come to see off the little girl!" said the girl's father with difficulty, his dry voice particularly bitter.

In the eyes of the girl's father, his daughter is neither a martyr who sacrificed her life for the country, nor a moral example who selflessly dedicated her life, and his daughter is just a girl who committed suicide by jumping off a building!

So many people came all the way to bid farewell to his daughter, and although he was moved in his heart, he also felt ashamed!

"Layman, your daughter may not be strong enough, but she hasn't done anything wrong, and you don't have to be ashamed!" Qiushui emphasized quite seriously.

Yes, she is innocent, she is not wrong, but the world is cold and ruthlessly destroys this delicate flower.

The father, who had been holding back the tears, burst into tears when he heard Qiushui's words, and he couldn't cry.

After a few minutes, the crying gradually subsided, and the girl's father bowed deeply to Qiushui: "Fairy Gu, you are right, the little girl is not wrong, she is not wrong!"

Qiushui immediately returned the salute, and then said: "Poor Dao is willing to bid farewell to the daughter of the layman with a song, and also ask the layman and his wife to agree." ”

It stands to reason that this is a rather abrupt and disrespectful request.

After all, it's a funeral!

However, the girl's parents agreed to Qiushui's request, perhaps because of Qiushui's words, perhaps because of Qiushui's special profession, or because the husband and wife were moved by everyone to come to see them off.

After getting permission from the girl's parents, Qiushui put away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand and put it on the ground, and then took the guitar off his back.

The fingers plucked the strings gently, and the clear and translucent voice permeated the subtle rain curtain, ethereal and melodious.

Qiushui sang "She Lived" for the girl, but unlike what was posted on the Internet, she was singing a lyrical version at the moment.

Compared with the original version, there is a little less coldness and sadness, and a little more hope and gentleness.

"Goodbye, farewell!" In the soft velvety tail note of the autumn water, the singing and guitar voices returned to silence.

At the same time, the dark clouds in the sky were quietly torn apart, and a bright beam of daylight fell down.

Everyone present looked up in the sunlight and saw that above the tombstone, the rain refracted a misty halo in the sunlight.

In the halo, a vague figure could be seen, and she waved her hand to the people below, with a bright smile on her face.

In a trance, there seemed to be a crisp voice like a silver bell in his ears, repeating the last sentence "goodbye, farewell" sung by Qiushui!

The halo was fleeting, and when everyone looked fixedly, there were still any figures.

"Xiao Yi, my Xiao Yi!" the girl's mother whispered as she looked into the air.

"Goodbye, child!" said the girl's father, wiping away his tears.

……

Until he left the cemetery, Qiushui still couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

What had just happened, she dared to assert that it was not an illusion, let alone the result of some magic.

"Could it be that this is Daomen Xuanyin?" Referring to the subtlety that she hazy comprehended in her heart when she was playing at that time, Qiushui felt that Fang Cai's vision was probably inseparable from her song.

The prototype of music was born from the ancient ritual of sacrificing to the gods of witches, and it was only after the inheritance and development that it had the rhyme and music theory, and in the Daomen, music is still used for rituals and rituals.

Xuanwei once mentioned in a discussion with Qiushui that the Daomen Xuanyin praises the immortals and gods and the ghosts below, and the outer dye is affectionate and the inner avenue is only trance-like and mysterious!

Prior to this, Qiushui barely had some opinions on the first half of these words, but for the second half of the sentence, she was never able to get out.

"In a trance, there is an elephant in it, and in a trance, there is something in it. There is essence in it, and its essence is very true, and there is a letter ...... in it" Qiushui muttered to himself, and his heart was becoming clearer and clearer.

I don't know how long it took, the look in Qiushui's eyes became brighter and brighter, and suddenly, she slowly put away the oil-paper umbrella she was holding, and gently hummed an unknown tune in her mouth.

The drizzle fell, and when it fell on Qiushui's body, the raindrops quietly avoided and slipped from Qiushui's side like a living elf.

People walk in the rain, and the raindrops don't add to it!

If there is another breakthrough in the autumn water, in the future, it will not be impossible to sense the heaven and earth with the sound of Xuanyin, borrow the wind and pray for rain, and change the cloudy and sunny weather!

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