It's night.

The snow has not yet melted, probably because the day is sunny, and at night a full moon hangs high, and the clear light is sprinkled, and the snow on the thousand mountains is like white clothes.

Wen Heng suddenly came to the interest of stroking the qin, put the guqin from a few long days, and played it at night near the lake.

There was no wind in the silent night, only the occasional fish swam under the residual load, with a little ripple.

The sound of the strings was a little low, like a slight tremor of the residual lotus that had been unintentionally touched by the fish, and then it became calm, and then the fish jumped up from the surface of the water, and the sound became higher and more brittle, and the sound was short, and there was a hint of life, and the fish returned to the water, and everything returned to calm. I don't know when the wind rose, and the leaves that pressed the snow were a little heavy, and when the snow fell from the leaves, I was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a green bud emerging from the original branch......

Shi Yu was originally sleeping, but suddenly heard the sound of the piano, and the person suddenly woke up.

She opened her eyes and looked at the moonlight spilling in from the window, for no reason, and she was sure that the sound of the piano must have been stroked by Wen Heng.

He seemed to be in a good mood, and the sound of the piano was dyed with a hint of life.

Lying on the bed and listening quietly for a while, Shi Yu wanted to go and see it. It's best to watch him play the piano by his side, but if she passes, I'm afraid it will ruin his interest.

But what if you really want to go?

After tossing and turning several times, Shi Yu decided to close his eyes and disperse all his souls.

Now as soon as she leaves this house, it is estimated that Wen Heng will find out about her movements. The Divine Soul is her strength, and non-illusionists cannot detect where her Divine Sense is. Wen Heng probably wouldn't have noticed it, and he seemed to be immersed in the sound of the piano now......

However, for the sake of prudence, Shi Yu still raised his spirit, carefully dispersed his spirits, and slowly approached the water pavilion. Afraid that there would be too many souls, she only divided a little bit of the past, and the speed was extremely full, just to not disturb Wen Heng.

The spirit went out and soon saw the person who was touching the qin in the water. He changed out of the meticulous and luxurious robe he usually wears, and it was rare to be dressed in white, and sat against the railing.

His eyes are closed, and his technique is freewheeling, and he is not rigid in one style, and the sound of the piano follows his deep thoughts in this snow moon, which is the breeze and the bright moon, the swimming fish and birds, and the little cinnabar on Shi Yu's heart.

Shi Yu had never seen him like this, and before she knew it, she had come to the lake. She wanted to listen quietly like this, wondering how he was feeling at the moment.

Suddenly, the tone of the piano shifted.

If it was just a hint of anger just now, then now it suddenly became a flower blooming grass and dead trees in spring, and Shiyu's mood was almost agitated when he heard it.

In the lake in front of her, the snow had not yet melted, but the residual lotus had returned to green at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the original dead branches had become full. After a while, the lotus flower grew out of the water and slowly bloomed.

This......

Shi Yu was dumbfounded.

The lotus flowers in the lake regained their youth, and the green began to spread to the shore, first the grass along the shore, then the bushes, and the trees. The plants that had withered in the winter began to revert to their original appearance, like the summer scene.

The tulip flowers close to Shi Yu's side also bloomed, and the white flowers, one by one, fell on Shi Yu's side, exuding this fragrance that rejects people for thousands of miles and tempts people to pursue unconsciously.

At this time, the wind suddenly rose. Shi Yu felt that he was blown up by the wind and fell towards the middle of the lake with the petals. And on the lake, I don't know when the fog started.

The milky white mist floated silently on the lake, clinging to the water, flowing with the wind, like clouds and smoke.

Shi Yu also turned into mist, and she felt that she was closer to Wen Heng.

She could now see him from the front, and she could see his serene appearance with his eyes closed.

Born from the heart, the piano is born by feeling. There is life in him, so everything around him is also revitalized.

He is not a posthumous and independent person, others find him difficult to contact, feel that he is high, feel that he is too tired to keep raising his head to look up at him, and simply worship him in a high place.

Actually, he was just lonely.

It may be that a person has been too long and no longer likes to deal with others, but cares more about his own heart and likes to do what he wants.

Wen Heng.

Shi Yu stared at him quietly, and suddenly wanted to touch his cheek, wanting to tell him, it doesn't matter if you don't have friends, but in the future I will be the friend who fights side by side with you.

About the evening breeze knew her heart, and with a flick, he pushed her forward, and Shi Yu was sent to the railing lightly.

She was only one step away from Wen Heng at this time.

Just one step away......

Shi Yu wanted to work harder and get closer to him.

But at this time, Wen Heng's expression suddenly changed, and the sound of the piano suddenly became tyrannical. The original growth and drizzle of all things suddenly turned into a violent storm, despair and darkness began to permeate, and the surrounding flowers and flourishes quickly scattered into mud, and the breath of dead silence became stronger and stronger.

With a "boom", the three strings suddenly broke, the golden silk thread cut his fingers, and the breath of dead silence also came to an abrupt end, the tyrannical aura that lingered around him slowly dissipated, and the silent night returned to tranquility.

"Tick", there are blood dripping on the Qin plate.

The faint purple gold is very eye-catching.

Wen Heng slowly opened his eyes, he looked at his palm, his gaze was dead.

Shi Yu couldn't describe the feeling, it was like the first time she entered the necromantic realm, and she couldn't feel a trace of life in it, suppressed to despair.

Why did he have such a look?

Shouldn't he be a glorious man all his life, always ahead of everyone?

Wen Heng suddenly raised his eyes, and when Shi Yu saw him looking at him, he couldn't help but stiffen, and didn't dare to make any more movements.

Who knew that Wen Heng just made a gesture in her direction, and the mist poured towards him.

Shi Yu felt his fingers brushing his face, and then heard him chuckle, "You can also understand the qin?"

He seemed to just want to talk.

"Flowers can bloom again, grass can be green again, why can't time go back to the past. I kept walking, getting farther and farther away from them, and how could I save them. ”

"Legend has it that becoming an immortal can bring time back, but why are you stopping me!"

Shi Yu's hairs suddenly stood up, and she felt a fierce killing intent.

Fortunately, Wen Heng was not a person who was angry at will, and he did not transfer his frustration to other things, otherwise Shi Yu's soul would inevitably be crushed.

But Shi Yu wanted to do something, she wanted to comfort him, and wanted him not to be so sad.

It just so happened that one of the flowers that had just flown was slowly falling, and she carefully blew on the petals, and the pale pink petals fell on his palm.

She saw that after Wen Heng saw this flower, her expression gradually softened, and her eyes became gentle.

"O O Mother's favorite flower. ”

At this moment, Shi Yu was very clearly aware.

She was tempted.