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The moon shines like water.

Xiaozhu Peak, Moon Viewing Platform.

Jun Wenxin sat cross-legged, with the guqin on his lap, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was brewing something.

"Isn't the little junior brother going to break through? Why does it look like he's about to play the piano?"

"I don't know...... Perhaps, I had an epiphany while I flicked it!"

"Even the junior brother is about to break through, I have been in the third layer of the Yuqing Realm for many years, and I haven't had an epiphany yet!"

"You've only been a few years old, senior sister and I've been for decades......"

“……”

All the senior sisters gathered around the moon platform, their fairy clothes were ethereal, sitting or standing, whispering.

Not only were the female disciples struggling on the third layer present, in fact, everyone from Xiaozhu Peak came, and even Master Shuiyue was nearby, but they didn't show up.

They were all curious, and Jun asked if he could really say that he had an epiphany.

Lu Xueqi stood on the rocks, the wind passed, her skirt fluttered, and she was misty.

She stared at the man on the moon platform, the person who could attract her attention was not ordinary after all.

"Ding!"

Jun Wenxin's hand finally moved, and the entire moon platform instantly quieted down, and even this piece of heaven and earth seemed to be frozen at this moment.

The rhythm of the notes began to slowly quicken, and their hearts trembled with it, until the notes finally joined together and merged into a poignant and heartbreaking music.

The sound of the piano was so slight that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow it away completely, but everyone in the room could hear it so clearly, because the sound of the piano did not seem to ring in their ears, but came slowly from the deepest part of their hearts, so that they did not dare to make a single sound, lest they interrupt it.

Bright day, bleak wind, a small sapling quietly showing its head, looking at the world, its appearance carries too much joy, too much hope, in the warmth, the grass gradually grows, showing off its new life and vitality to the world, but the wind ...... It's still bleak, and every now and then, it shivers quietly in the wind.

One day, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and the dark clouds carried a heavy and terrifying oppressive force, which overwhelmed people, and finally, the thunderbolt sounded, and the hideous thunder and lightning cut through the clouds, and the rain poured down, and the wind also blew fiercely, ruthlessly destroying the young tree, and in the catastrophic blow, it did not fall, but still looked proudly at the sky, standing upright with its body, no matter how the wind howled, how the rain was ruthless, it clenched its teeth, because it could not fall.

Everyone's hearts slowly tightened and ached.

After a night of wind and rain, it became extremely weak, but it did not fall after all.

However, its catastrophe is far from ending like this, but has just begun. It continued to grow slowly, until one day, when a more violent storm hit, it still used all its strength to support its immature body, and it was not afraid to bear and resist......

The corners of Jun Wenxin's eyes were slightly wet, but they immediately dispersed again.

In his vague memory, he saw his vague childhood.

He saw that he was only three years old and clenched his teeth, because the force was too great, even a trace of blood oozed between his teeth, his expression was so distorted, and his body trembled so violently, because what kind of pain he endured at that time, that kind of pain was only borne by him alone, and it was a thousand times more painful than piercing his body with a knife......

Mother...... Who are you, where are you now, why was I so dependent on you at that time, and these two words made my heart so warm, warm and wanted to cry.

And at that time, why did I endure such pain once a day?

What kind of history do I have?

Who am I?

The storm kept coming, again and again, and every time it became more and more violent.

Each time, it would become dying, but each time, it would stubbornly stand up, and then look up to the sky and laugh wildly, laughing at God for never wanting to take his life.

The mournful sound of the piano made their hearts tremble heavily at first, and then gradually turned into sharp knives, piercing into the depths of their hearts, making them feel painful and even their souls tremble violently.

They felt the pain of despair, and the obsession of never giving up in that immature heart, and their hearts trembled more and more intensely.

That kind of pain, they asked themselves that there was absolutely no way to bear it, they preferred to choose to die in the torture of the heart, in order to seek liberation, but the immature creature carried it again and again, and then lived tenaciously.

In the darkness and silence, he persevered painfully until a year...... Two years...... Decade...... Century.

The pain finally came to an end, and he finally woke up from the darkness!

The sound of the piano sounded at this point the note of the end.

Quiet, incomparably quiet, even the wind seemed to completely hide its existence, without the slightest wind whistle.

They were speechless, because their hearts hurt so much, they never knew that their hearts could hurt so much, and this heartache came from the sound of the piano, from the person who played the piano.

Without a real experience, how can it be possible to play such a heart-rending sadness!

Little junior brother (Xin'er) ...... What exactly have you been through?

"This is what I played for myself, and the title of the song is "The Dust". ”

The moment his hands stopped, his eyes flashed with sadness and confusion, but it was fleeting.

He closed his eyes slightly, and the past slowly unfolded in front of him like a picture scroll, flying away.

His heart is becoming clearer and clearer.

Where the body is, there the heart is!

Live up to the past, live up to this life!

The next moment, he smiled slightly, and gradually floated up, carrying his hands behind his back, looking at the boundless sky.

The jade flute in the sleeve flew out and floated in the air with the guqin.

Epiphany!

No one played, but the sound of the flute gradually sounded.

Blowing through the land of China, only I have the jade flute in my palm!

He was softly singing:

Little Bamboo Peak

The first clouds move the morning wind

Tears and bamboos accompany dreams

The hardest thing to give up is always empty

Creation is ruthless

I can't ask for it

Can't stay

Coming and going

Hurrying

People go empty

Jade flute stays

How to investigate the world's feelings

Falling flowers are heartbroken

It's just that my father and mother are going to ask for something

It's not the old love now

Ten years of Xiao Suo has been in the sky

Half a life of dreams

The sound of the flute is quiet

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Find your relatives at the end of the world

But he turned his head empty

Is there only one dream in this life?

Who is allowed to live and die together

But never

Stop, etc

Sunrise and sunset

The years have passed

Kaede red for a long time

Violet autumn

Listen to the small building overnight

The rain hits the flowers

The night is cold and red

The moon is like wine

Blood flows

When will the wind and rain in the world stop?

Ordinary smiles

Who can stay

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Small bamboo peaks among the pine trees in the bright moon

The young man was ignorant

How many years to wander

Wind and rain bamboo waves in shallow tears

Turn around and walk through the road

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Fall into the small bamboo peak of Qingyun

Ask the heart first

The flowers bloom once red

Ten years in a trance is like a dream

Strands of hair brushed my smile

Prosperity is scattered

The world has always understood

Or Xiaozhufeng

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