596 STOP-2: The Secret Garden of New Purgatory City

-Hideka's subconscious-

04：22 AM

"Some people say that when you look inward and get nothing, you should look outward. Xiuxiang thought that maybe she had said this sentence in reverse.

Xiuxiang rummaged in the house for almost nothing, and after restoring all the facilities in the house again, she decided to take advantage of the beauty of the night and the time when it was not too late, to go out for a walk, to go around the courtyard, to see the garden, to step on the path, and also with the heart that if you could get an unexpected harvest.

"Time is running out!" Xiuxiang blurted out as she looked at the sky outside.

It's rare for Xiuxiang to find that she still has some sense of time.

She walked out slowly, without even changing her clothes.

The glass windows look from the outside to the inside, and everything in the room is dyed with a hazy warm yellow light, as if draped in a layer of starlight, and the inside and outside of the house are integrated.

At night, accompanied by the starry sky, trees, wind, flowers, and incense play a unique piece of music together, the sound of the piano is like a pearl falling on a jade plate, smooth as the gurgling water under the small bridge, the sound of the piano is as clear as a cold clear and sweet spring, the sound of the piano is like a fragrance lingering in this small courtyard, if it is about to leave, ethereal, such as crying, endless.

It's not a three-fold Yangguan, it's definitely not a natural sound, it's still lingering, gentle and peaceful, and it's heartfelt.

This is not a symphony orchestra in the true sense of the word, it cannot include strings, brass, woodwinds, and percussion, it is not so agitated, sonorous, brave and strong, it is just sweet, delicate, lustrous, and transparent-

It's an indescribable emotion, and you can't control how it silently floats up to your heart, creeps into your heart, and becomes invisible.

It's a pure sound that is unadorned, unattached, you can't describe it, you can't hear it, it's not in its arms all the time, it's from the heart, it's natural, it's alive, it's sleepless.

It's a list, an elegant style, you can't replicate it, because it's affectionate, faint, it's a mouthful, it's a whispered cappella, it's like a complaint, it's like a song, it's like a cry, it's like a dream.

It's more like the air after the new rain in the valley, you can't do without it, you can't leave it, you have a crush on it, you have it and your heart will rejoice, it's shallow, silent, invisible, you can't hear it, you can't grasp it even if you can see it, you can't hold it even if you can hold it, you can't hear it even if you can't hold it, it's like smoke blowing away, like fog dissipating.

It's more like East-meets-West, free-spirited music.

Freedom is the main key, and casualness is the chord.

Every time I hear it, it always seems to be the first time.

Every time I hear it, it is familiar like my left hand.

Starlight is a plucked instrument, emitting a crisp and cheerful sound, the sound of the piano is like water dripping on the bluestone slab, and it is like a jade diaphragm fluctuating the strings of the guqin, full of charm.

The wind is a double bass, harmonizing with peaceful chords, and every vibration of the strings is distant and reverberating;

The clouds are harps, with a slender posture and a fairy spirit, from time to time emitting a melodious and deep hollow sound, sitting and listening to the wind.

In the quiet night, Xiuxiang is like the sound of all things in the world, and in this vast but visible world, they seem to have acquired the ability of a "microscope", seeing those beautiful floating creatures and hearing the whispers of flowers and trees, the small, soft voices.

Each flower is also like a star and moon color, especially moist and tender, swaying in the wind, delicate.

"It would be fun to put on a little apron and hold a little flower shovel and be a gardener here. Xiuxiang gently patted away the flying fireflies with her hand, taking a light step, Yingying walked, she felt that her body was so light, like a petal, the fragrance was clear, as if she was about to fly, "Maybe this is happiness." ”

Xiuxiang was alone, drunk, gently, and swaying, strolling through the garden.

Xiuxiang hummed a song, with intoxicated tenderness on her face, and she didn't know whether to go or fly, and she couldn't tell the difference stupidly.

The warm and cold colors in the garden alternate, depicting a kaleidoscopic music of light, sometimes warm and excited, sometimes calm and bleak, all because of the soft light yellow white light and the cold light blue fluorescence alternately, for a while, Xiuxiang was unconsciously moved by something, step by step forward, she didn't know where she was going, but she just wanted to move forward.

The gardens here are actually more beautiful at night, and the flowers along the way seem to bloom more vigorously because of the fragrance passing by, exuding more fragrance and more delicate.

Some of the flowers are still blooming, fragrant, Xiuxiang has not changed her clothes, and it is still the white nightgown, loosely wrapped on the body, with a slippery texture, which is exceptionally cool.

"It would be nice if I put on a dress, such a beautiful night, it doesn't seem to match my dressing gown," Xiuxiang imagined that she took out a floor-length dress from the closet in the room and put it on her body easily.

It's best to be white, no, black, soft blue and warm champagne, or even clear light fruit green, light fluorescent gray, coquettish cream yellow, if you want to be girly, even if it's fruit pink.

If it is a long skirt, Xiuxiang hopes that the back of the skirt is all beautiful back white thin straps, simple and neat cut, and well-fitting sewing threads, which is the simplest and cleanest small dress, but it can also be worn daily.

It is a costume that can be integrated into the palace, into the countryside, and into the homes of ordinary people.

How nice is that!