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The breeze blows slowly from the sky, bringing a refreshing breath.

The clouds drifted, and at some point, the dark clouds gradually dissipated, and the clear and translucent sunlight shone through the clouds.

The rain gradually stopped, and the clear water droplets gently rolled down from the white petals of the bell flowers.

"The singing stopped?"

Qingxue looked at the sea of white lily of the valley flowers around with some surprise, the white bell flowers were slowly swaying in the breeze, but they no longer made a light and joyful song, and the whole hillside was quiet and tranquil.

"This bell flower sings only when it is stained with water. Qianling reached out and gently stroked a white lily of the valley beside her.

"Amazing, isn't it? I was shocked when I first learned that flowers could sing. ”

She used to leave Ellens and fly around Garandelle. She once found one of these white bell flowers in a field, and the next day she brought a hoe flower pot and brought the singing bell flower home to plant it and put it on a small log table next to the bed.

Fingers gently caressed the tender white flowers, amber eyes stared quietly, and Qianling suddenly felt a little dazed.

A familiar image slowly came to mind:

The little boy with silver eyes sat at a small wooden table, and was bored with a jug of water to water the pot of the white bell flower, which sang and sang all the time, and the song gradually changed from joyful and cheerful to dull and dull.

I remember that when he was bored, he always liked to water the bell flower while he was in a daze, and it was not finished as soon as he watered it. She always thought that the bell flower would one day be drowned by him.

Now I don't have to worry about it anymore.

With a slight tremor of her fingertips, Qianling slowly withdrew her hand.

Moon......

But another picture came to mind.

Silent night. The young man's long black hair was swept up by the wind and danced in one after another. The dark black robe seemed to gaze into the deepest night, and a pair of pitch-black wings slowly stretched out.

He stood in the midst of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, his long hair, the corners of his clothes, and his hands were all covered with blood. He turned his face slowly, and on his pale face, a pair of scarlet eyes lit up like a blood moon in the dark night, and the corners of his blood-stained lips slowly showed a smile.

Amber eyes trembled slightly, and Qianling's cheeks turned a little pale.

He's a demon. He'd been lying to her and taking advantage of her from the beginning, and perhaps since Galandelle's explosion, she's been caught in his elaborate game.

Disguised as the young and effeminate child, he used her to blend past the guards into Ellens, and then gradually began the bloody and brutal slaughter.

She was like a fool, she was played around by him, but she still stupidly believed in him, even if she was on the execution table, she did not waver for half a minute, until he admitted his identity himself.

Wing.

It seemed to remember the way the little child gently called his name, soft snow-white silver hair, clear and crystal silver eyes. He always stayed quietly by her side, watching her quietly, his eyes were gentle and a hint of helplessness, and his little palms were so warm.

My heart began to ache again. Qianling forced herself not to think about it, not to think about it.

That's pretending, that's his disguise!

All ......

Qianling bit her lip, but her eyes grew moist irrepressibly.

“...... Are you alright?"

Feeling a warm hand gently caress her shoulder, Qianling was stunned, came back from her thoughts and slowly raised her head, looking at Shangqing Xuejing with concern.

Qing Xuejing saw that she suddenly fell silent, her cheeks were a little pale, and she patted her shoulder gently, and her pale golden eyes revealed a trace of worry.

"It's fine. Qianling smiled at him.

"So, you're here specifically to listen to the bellflower sing?"

"Hmm...... Actually, I'm here to learn how to sing......" Qianling grabbed a strand of chestnut hair on the side of her cheek embarrassedly.

"Learn to sing?...... Follow the flowers?" Qingxue's clear pale golden eyes revealed a smile.

Qianling's face flushed, and she pulled her hair a little overwhelmed.

"Because no one taught me ......"

The Ginkaze Valley often holds group events, such as bonfires, where people from all over the valley gather around the river to light bonfires, put on delicious food, and each family sends a representative to put on a show.

Li Jing and Li Xi performed a martial arts before, and the two of them fought wonderfully, and the audience applauded;

Li Xiaoguo told a story once, or she told him a bedtime story, but when he finished telling it slowly, people yawned a lot, and many people fell asleep directly, and since then, there have always been many insomnia people who have come to ask Li Xiaoguo to tell stories......

Li Sang performed her cooking skills and made her newly developed dish on the spot, and as expected, as soon as this dark dish came out, the whole audience was overwhelmed, and the whole army was wiped out, and everyone stumbled and quickly evacuated the scene with their noses covered;

Li Sang's husband Jin Hyuk also performed cooking skills, but it was very different from Li Sang's dark cooking, with a precise and gorgeous knife technique, and a few brushes cut out a large plate of fancy fruit platter, which was dazzling to see.

A few days later, there was a bonfire, and this time the family unanimously decided that Qianling would be on the stage.

Qianling shirked it a few times, because she didn't seem to have any special skills other than climbing trees...... But Li Sang, including Jin He, are very insistent, saying that she is also a member of the family, so no matter how good or bad the performance is, at least she must participate.

Qianling had no choice but to agree, she initially offered to perform cooking as well, Li Sang responded enthusiastically, but several others refused categorically with black faces.

In the end, she thought about it again and again, and it seemed that it was easier to sing.

Helplessly, she was born with an out-of-tune voice, and she ran in a disorderly manner, running up and down and left and right in the south, south, west, and north, and she couldn't stop when she ran.

Li Jing and Li Xi were so confident that singing was very simple, and they came to teach her to sing. Qianling was looking forward to finding a small bench to sit down and hold her cheeks and wait for the two to show their might, but they gradually became stunned in a long howl between the two.

The so-called "singing" of the orcs didn't seem to be quite what she understood, and she really couldn't learn that long howl that scared people to death.

In desperation, Qianling had no choice but to come to the slope of the lily of the valley that she stumbled upon, and when it rained, she sang along with the bells and flowers all over the mountain, but there was still no improvement.

Qingxue listened to her story, her pale golden eyes looked at her seriously, and gradually filled with a smile.

"That's it. Qianling hung her head, a little frustrated. She could already foresee the bonfires in a few days' time.

Qingyue's singing suddenly sounded in his ears.

The clear and transparent voice does not contain any noise, like the gurgling of a stream, clear and ethereal, like the sound of heaven.

This is the melody sung by the bell flower before, but it is the song that the bell flower cannot match at all. Ethereal and pure, as if from the sky and the sea of clouds, with gentle and tranquil emotions, clear and warm, warm as jade.

Qianling raised her head and stared blankly at the snow clearing mirror.

He sang softly, his blonde hair gently lifted by the breeze and fluttering on his fair cheeks. The long pale blonde eyelashes hang lightly, and the clear pale golden eyes are almost transparent in the soft sunlight.

In a trance, there seemed to be white feathers slowly fluttering down, lining the handsome and holy boy like a god.

Qianling held her chin and hugged her knees, looking at him stupidly.

Such a beautiful singing, this is the real angel voice, her whole person is about to melt.

The singing slowly stopped, and Qingxue turned her face, but saw that she was still gently closing her eyes, shaking her head slightly, and looking fascinated.

A faint smile appeared on his lips, and he knocked on her head like a knock, a smile in his eyes.

"Listen so well, why do you sing so well!"

Qianling's amber eyes shone brightly, and she looked at him with a look of adoration, her eyes flashing.

"Don't you want to learn to sing?" Qingxue looked at her and smiled softly.

"How about I come to be your teacher?"

“...... Huh?"

Qianling still maintained the posture just now, but she looked at him dumbfounded.