A faint sound of music came into Chu Xiao's ears, and in the fog, Chu Xiao felt more and more sober. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Although there is an eyelid block, Chu Xiao can feel the light in front of her, and she slowly opens her eyes with her hands.

Chu Xiao sat up from the bed, she found that she was the only one in the room, she didn't know when she fell asleep, and her previous memories seemed to be far away. Chu Xiao searched hard for all the memories in his mind, and the blurred faces and unrecognizable scenery finally turned into ashes and disappeared in his mind.

"Who am I?" Chu Xiao only felt that her mind was blank, and she could only lie on the bed in frustration with her eyes open.

The wall that looks out over is the top of the room, topped by a wood-colored ceiling. In the center of the ceiling was a football-sized, singular, shining crystal dome, and in the middle of the transparent dome hung a glowing bead about the size of an egg.

I don't know if there is electricity in the flat room, but in the threshold of the soul, where Chu Xiao went before, there was not a trace of a single cable. Therefore, in this room, there should only be the only light source of the crystal lamp on the roof, and this lamp should be the light emitted by the bead itself in the cover, which happens to illuminate the whole room through the refraction of countless edges on the crystal ball cover.

There are also countless small highlights of shimmering light on the ceiling, as if the light of the crystal lamp is reflected on the special material on the ceiling, and with the central circular crystal lamp, the whole ceiling looks like a three-dimensional starry sky map. The beads in the crystal shroud glowed with a faint yellowish glow, and the whole room seemed to be covered with a dreamy veil, and at the same time, there was a faint sense of magnificence.

Even the loss of memory did not prevent Chu Xiao from appreciating this beautiful scenery, "Wow......" Chu Xiao was about to admire, but quickly rubbed his head with his hand, which began to hurt.

It was the music that came again, and a growing pain spread through Chu Xiao's brain, and although she had a splitting headache, she could still hear the sound of a flute.

"Who is it? Who is playing the flute?" beads of sweat continued to roll down Chu Xiao's forehead. Chu Xiao felt that there was something invisible like a wooden drill drilling straight into her brain, and the pain made her break out in a cold sweat, and the whole person helplessly held her head and turned over and over on the bed.

Cold sweat soaked Chu Xiao's back, just when she had a headache so unbearable that she wanted a knife to understand herself, only to hear the flute suddenly turn, Chu Xiao suddenly felt a dizziness in front of her, and the pain in her head quietly disappeared, but she changed to a dizzy way to continue to torture Chu Xiao. Chu Xiao closed his eyes a little weakly, only to feel his head spinning.

After a long while, Chu Xiao felt that the dizziness in her brain was gradually disappearing, she slowly opened her eyes, and the whole person had a groggy feeling, but this seemed to her to be fine. Chu Xiao slowly sat up from the bed, and she realized that the flute had stopped at some point.

"It's the sound of the flute, it's the sound of the flute that makes me headache and dizzy!" Chu Xiao secretly sighed that the sound of the flute was really terrible, rubbed his temples, and then shook his head again. I don't know if it's because of the effect of rubbing the acupoints and swinging the head, the groggy feeling of Chu Xiao actually dissipated like this. But before Chu Xiao could react, in an instant, the house she was staying in had disappeared.

"This is ......" Chu Xiao found himself sitting on the stone floor, looking over the railing of the carved wood, and there was a group of women laughing and playing together, and from the appearance, most of them were teenage girls in the yang world.

Chu Xiao didn't remember where she was, it was actually the sleeping building she had been to during the day, and at this time she was in the connecting verandah of the two dormitories. All the rooms in the dormitory were lit, except for the women who were playing in the courtyard, and there were also those who walked around the room, leaning against the windows and answering the people below, holding thread-bound books and reading quietly......

Although the women had different activities, they all had one thing in common: they all wore a blue belt around their waists and wore thin white straight skirts. According to Chu Xiao's inference, these women must be spirit girls, but Chu Xiao doesn't remember this at this moment.

At this time, the sleeping building completely devoid of the cold and scary appearance of the day, the lively and joyful scene of many young girls together, so that the surrounding grass and trees are more exuding the vitality of life. In the face of the difference between day and night, even if Chu Xiao did not lose her memory, I am afraid that she will not be able to recognize this as an sleeping building.

As soon as she saw the relatively thin clothes of those spirit girls, Chu Xiao realized that she and them did not seem to be in the same season, because she herself was wearing a cotton jacket for the winter. At the beginning of the dawn, I looked up at the night sky, the moon was in the sky, the stars were dotted, and where the moonlight and lights reached, I could see some trees with lush branches and leaves, and the grass was also very bright green. Chu Xiao couldn't help but wonder: "Is it the time of late spring and early summer?"

A few cicadas chirped into my ears, and at the beginning of dawn, it was sure that it was the season of early summer. But she didn't understand how she could be wearing a padded jacket, and even more strangely, how could she not feel the heat at all, despite being dressed in winter?

Those blue ribbon spirit girls, maybe because they were too happy or too involved in doing things, didn't seem to notice the existence of Chu Xiao, or maybe they only cared about their own affairs, and no one was interested in wanting to take a look at Chu Xiao, so Chu Xiao was like air in front of them.

Even if the memory is lost, the person's personality does not necessarily change. Greeting people she didn't know well, Chu Xiao wasn't used to it, and now she saw that those women didn't mean to take care of herself at all, so she simply dismissed asking them for information about herself, and left silently.

"Where is this, why can't I remember anything?" Chu Xiao was distressed as she teleported to the stone arch bridge she had walked on during the day. The reason why Chu Xiao's walk is described as teleportation is because the place she passes through seems to be interrupted, that is, from one place directly to another, in short, there is no continuous route to speak of.

"What a beautiful flower!" The smile on the corner of Chu Xiao's mouth is a natural expression of people's affirmation of beautiful things.

A vine with light blue leaves grows from one end of the lake shore to the other, wrapping around the necks of each of the pillars that make up the railing, and connecting them all with its soft body. The vine was covered with tender purple flowers, each shaped like a crane fluttering its wings.

If Chu Xiao still remembers, she will definitely find that the shape of this flower is the carved pattern she saw on the bridge railing during the day, and she will definitely sigh that this stone arch bridge is really different from what she saw during the day, because the bridge railing at this time is not only more beautiful, but also because of the entanglement of vines to really have a protective effect, this can be called the bridge fence of the Ling Ling Threshold!

The moonlight poured down, the breeze slowly passed by, the stems and leaves of the vines and flowers rippled slightly, and the sparkling waves on the surface of the lake, accompanied by the song of birds and insects, made the night exceptionally quiet and beautiful. Enjoying the soft night view along the bridge deck, Chu Xiao's eyes gradually emptied. It may be that the scenery is so charming that Chu Xiao almost forgot that she was a solitary individual, and always felt that she had evolved into one with everything in this world, and she felt that she should have quietly watched things unfold in front of her.

Walking aimlessly to the other side of the bridge, Chu Xiao's eyes were still a little empty, and she saw the roots of the vines. Except for the roots of the vine, which were buried in the earth, the rest of the vine was almost all wrapped around the column of the bridge pillar. Chu Xiao only glanced at the root of the vine, and his eyes were attracted by the two women in front of the spirit house not far away, and in those empty eyes, the eyes slowly converged again.